The disciples sat in a circle around a glass table, each staring at the strange rectangular object Elena placed before them.
Today is the first day of their training to integrate into the mortal realm.
"This" Elena said, holding up a smartphone "is not a talisman, not a spirit tablet,and not a weapon. It's a phone. You use it to speak to people far away".
Han jinhai poke the screen, flinching when it lit up.
"I woke it up..wowwww did I anger it?"
Mei xuelian rolled her eyes "it's just light" yet she leaned closer, fascinated by the glowing leons.
Wu mingyu calmly skid his finger down the screen, unlocking it by accident. The phone chimed. Everyone froze.
Han jinhai gasped. "How did you do that....you...you just tamed it. Woahhhh brothe mingyu, you're chosen!" Wu mingyu said nothing,only gave a faint sigh,but his ears turned slightly red at jinhai's over reaction.
Soon, Elena was teaching them to type, swipe,and search the internet. (I mean that's necessary)
They struggled with autocorrect, laughed when words came out wrong, and nearly fought when autotype text turned "cultivation" into "cup of latte".
By the end of the day, Lin Feng,once cold and untouchable, was leaning over Yun Qiaolan's shoulder, genuinely curious about how a simple search bar could reveal maps, history and even music. They were all surprised about how humans could appear inside a box called "Television". (I can understand their confusion)
They continued their training, Elena's chalk screeched across the black board as she drilled them in English grammar. She had them repeat phrases with American accents.
"Repeat; to, what's good bro?" The disciples chorused awkwardly,
"Yo...what is good...bro?".
Han jinhai burst into laughter.
"Brother lengxuan, you sounded like a dying crow "
Zhao lengxuan icy glare could have frozen lava, but even he couldn't hide the flush creeping across his ears, his eyelashes fluttering uneasily.
They practiced writing the alphabets until their hands cramped, accustomed to brushes, not 'pens'. Wu mingyu's handwriting was elegant and precise,while Chen kaelun's scrawls looked like chickens had fought across his page.
At dinner on the second day of training, Elena noticed something rare, Lin Feng eyes were smiling, the eyes that look like could freeze a laver and boil an ocean are now soften and warm. He even laughed softly when Han jinhai mimicked her accent perfectly,it was absurd. For the first time, the leader's intimidation eased into warmth.