Chapter 199: The Mutated Winter Melon
At first, Yun Jiao thought it might be difficult to get Ying Lun to teach Yi Zheng cultivation. After all, while he was unreliable, he was still a King of the Underworld — personally tutoring an ordinary wandering soul felt like a bit of overkill.
But to her surprise, when they delicately brought up the idea, Ying Lun didn’t hesitate at all. He slapped his chest with confidence and said, “No problem! Leave it to me, little disciple! Teaching a soul to cultivate? Piece of cake! I’ll have him reborn as a whole new ghost in no time. You’re my friend — after all those seeds you gave me, this is nothing! Oh, speaking of which, how did that corn turn out? Too bad only a few stalks grew. They look like spiked clubs — quite stylish! Very fitting for the Underworld’s aesthetic, if you ask me…”
The moment he started on his favorite topic — crop aesthetics — Yun Jiao and the old man wisely made their exit, abandoning a bewildered Yi Zheng on the spot.
Lately, both Yun Jiao and the old man had been busier than ever. Classes for both the third and fourth cohorts were done, the final exams completed, and because Yuan Jiang had suddenly dumped all his responsibilities and flown back to the Heavens, the work for the talisman class fell squarely on Yun Jiao’s shoulders.
On top of that, the Tianshi Hall’s new semester was about to start, so she was buried under teaching schedules, student groupings, and curriculum drafts. She’d lost count of how many virtual conferences she’d had with the other sect heads. Other than cooking and sleeping, every minute of her time went into either graduation logistics or school preparation.
The old man was no less swamped. Though his fourth class had already graduated, affairs in the Youling Domain kept him occupied. Apparently Yun Jiao’s previous warning had worked — the remaining three ghost judges were now model officials, sending in regular reports on every detail of their territories. They even conducted a full census of the domain’s ghost population. Everything was tidy and well-structured.
The new ghost judges were scheduled to take office in three months — meaning Yi Zheng had only three months to train. But ghost cultivation was notoriously slow, far more arduous than that of mortal disciples. Only someone like Ying Lun — who understood souls inside out and literally wielded the power of life itself — might make the impossible possible.
After all, he could make vegetables thrive just by sprinkling life force on them.
So, after tossing the soul into Ying Lun’s hands, they didn’t worry about it again. They fully trusted him.