226: Chapter 213 Weiwei’s Growth 226: Chapter 213 Weiwei’s Growth “Weiwei!”
In the wooden schoolhouse of the Green Forest plane, a thirteen-year-old boy poked his classmate’s arm and whispered softly, “How about after class I take you to the Wooden Horse Playground?”
“De Kaka, can you not be so childish?” Weiwei didn’t even glance at her deskmate, “Stop bothering , I’m listening to the lecture.”
Snubbed, De Kaka could only sulkily sit up straight again, as the instructor on the stage withdrew his gaze and continued with the course.
To expand itself, the Natural Sect managed, through its seventh-generation Sect Hierarch, who was also the seventh Tower Master of Green Tower, to wrench control of the entire plane of Green Forest from the empire.
The sect established the Natural Sect headquarters here, along with three schools for beginner, interdiate, and advanced levels, specifically to focus on the training of talented Druids and infuse fresh blood into the sect.
Weiwei had been recomnded by the Natural Sect’s branch in Huai’an early on and had successfully entered Green Forest for specialized training.
More than twenty other children with her were all geniuses from different planes, destined to beco pivotal pillars of the sect in the future.
“Alright, that concludes today’s lesson,” the Natural Sect instructor closed the heavy textbook and continued, “This afternoon you can ditate and practice on your own.
Although I won’t check, if there is no improvent in your magic power by the end-of-year assessnt, the penalties handed down by the head administrator will be severe, and I certainly won’t plead on your behalf.”
“Got it, teacher, goodbye!”
As the children bowed in unison, the instructor floated away.
“De Kaka!”
No sooner had the instructor left did Bulaila, sitting in the first row, spin around furiously, “Didn’t you say you were busy this afternoon?!”
“Yeah,” De Kaka shrugged, “didn’t the instructor say we needed to ditate and practice?
I definitely don’t want to get a beating during the year-end assessnt.”
Bulaila ground her teeth in frustration.
ditation in the afternoon was a task, but how could such young children stay put?
Didn’t they all run around playing anyway?
As long as they weren’t caught by the instructor, everything would be fine.
“It’s just an excuse!” Bulaila exclaid loudly, “During class, you were still asking that country girl to go to the Wooden Horse Playground.
You think I didn’t hear it?!”
De Kaka wasn’t stupid; he had whispered softly, right in the ear.
How could Bulaila, sitting in the first row, have heard it?
“Did you put a magic listener next to ?!”
“I…,” as she looked around at the strange glances from the classmates, Bulaila felt a bit panicked, listening in on others was indeed very impolite.
To divert attention, Bulaila grabbed the heavy textbook and hurled it ferociously at Weiwei, who was just about to push the door and leave.
Sensing the projectile from the side, Weiwei stepped back half a step.
Honestly, she had experienced this kind of attack too many tis since her arrival in Green Forest.
The textbook hit the door with a heavy, muffled thud, and another female student in the classroom also ducked her head in alarm, seemingly sharing a similar, unpleasant past.
“It’s all because of that cheap country girl, she must have cast so Sorcery on you; otherwise, why would you be so enamored with her?!” Bulaila, attempting to change the subject, directed her anger towards Weiwei.
“Bulaila, don’t cause trouble here!” As soon as Weiwei was ntioned, De Kaka imdiately beca flustered, “She wouldn’t put any Sorcery on .”
“Hmph!” Bulaila looked at Weiwei arrogantly, “Next ti I catch you talking to De Kaka, be careful—your old good-for-nothing grandfather might just end up on the streets, you know~”
Weiwei still refused to bow her head to Bulaila, but thinking of her grandfather who worked in Bulaila’s family store, she could only swallow her pride and respond softly, “Understood.” Then, she rushed out of the classroom.
Since entering Green Forest, Weiwei had faced much mockery and discrimination due to her countryside origins.
In the several academies of Green Forest, the majority of students were descendants of the great families, each one haughty and arrogant, bringing the practices of the upper-class nobility with them.
People like Weiwei were only fit to live on the lower rungs of society, where each day was a nightmare that they had to endure.
Bulaila was a local gem of a family in Green Forest.
She fell short of the qualifications to enter the elite academy where Weiwei was a student, but the high-ranking officials of the Natural Sect made an exception out of respect for her family’s dedicated service and granted Bulaila a spot.
Regrettably, Bulaila’s purpose in attending the academy was not to learn and grow but to fixate on De Kaka.
By an unlucky coincidence, although Bulaila was beautiful, De Kaka did not like her.
Instead, he had taken a liking to the frail Weiwei.
The person nad De Kaka was no simple character either.
He was Konstantin’s biological grandson, and when the Eight Great Families rebelled, the eldest prince was killed.
As the sole heir of the eldest prince, De Kaka received the most affectionate favor.
To ensure his safety, Konstantin had specially sent him to Green Forest.
“You’re being completely unreasonable!” De Kaka shouted in anger, then chased after the figure out of the classroom, but the other was already nowhere to be seen.
Weiwei hurried back to her living place and stood in front of the shabby wooden door, forcing back tears and composing her emotions.
Today was her grandfather’s day off; she absolutely couldn’t let him find out.
Upon opening the door, the old man was indeed at ho, and a thick soup was simring in the big pot.
“Weiwei, you’re back?
Quick, have so hot at soup while it’s warm.
There were so leftover at scraps from the store today, and the kitchen staff let bring them back.
Today, we grandparents and grandchildren will have an extra al!”
The life that Weiwei and her grandfather led in Green Forest wasn’t too delightful.
The Natural Sect had no obligation to take care of their disciples’ daily needs, which had to be supported either by themselves or by their families.
Lina had given Weiwei a hand but wouldn’t keep her attention on them all the ti, and they had long lost contact.
The old man with empty pockets had to work in the city of Green Forest, barely sustaining the two of them with his ager inco.
Such days were not easy, not even as carefree and comfortable as in the tiny remote village of Parson realm.
After Weiwei had her at soup, she rembered everything she had gone through and with tears welling up in her eyes, she choked, “Grandpa, I want to go back and see.”
The old man dropped what he was doing and sat next to Weiwei.
Green Forest was as sturdy as gold, having been managed by the Natural Sect for many years, and even with his identity as a traveler of realms, he couldn’t tear open the spatial lockdown.
Leaving was possible only through the teleportation formation in Green Forest.
“Will your studies be affected?” Just like her, the old man had no desire to stay there anymore, but for the sake of Weiwei’s future, he had always silently endured.
“It should be okay,” Weiwei replied softly.
“This afternoon I’ll go and ask the ntor for permission.
I’ve mastered the skills I’ve been learning recently very well, so asking for a five-day leave shouldn’t be difficult.”
“That’s fine.” The mont Weiwei’s words fell, the ntor’s voice echoed in their ears, giving both the grandparent and grandchild quite a start.
Although they didn’t know how the ntor had arrived, that wasn’t the point.
The old man quickly knelt on the ground and thanked him, “Thank you, Your Excellency, for your understanding, thank you for your consideration.”
The ntor, with a stern face, helped the old man up, “No worries, persevering here for three years, Weiwei deserves to have a long holiday to go back and rest.”
“Weiwei, this ti I’m giving you a month’s leave, but you must return and report back on ti in a month.
If you are delayed, don’t bother coming back.”
“Thank you, ntor.
I understand,” Weiwei said.
“Hmm.” The ntor turned to leave, but his eyes were drawn to a sketch hanging on the wooden wall, his gaze lingered, unable to move away.
Noticing sothing unusual about the ntor, Weiwei cautiously asked, “ntor, is there any problem…
with this painting?”
Weiwei’s voice trembled.
She had drawn that painting two years ago, missing Lu Hong and relying on her mory, creating one that looked about eighty percent like him.
Seeing that the ntor was staring so intently, could it be that Er Leng was a fugitive?!
“Where did you encounter this person!” The ntor suddenly turned around and spoke gravely, “Where is he now?”
“He…
He’s just a cripple, a mute.
ntor, he’s not the person you’re looking for!” Seeing the ntor’s serious expression, Nono’s heart raced.
“I don’t care what he is now; I only want to know where exactly he is!” The ntor snapped again, “You must tell !”
“Your Excellency, Your Excellency.
His na is Er Leng; he’s from our hotown, the Parson realm,” the old man hastily explained.
“He’s soone we picked up five years ago; we don’t know him that well.”
“Grandpa!” Weiwei wanted to say more but was restrained by the old man, quietly waiting for the ntor’s response.
“Good, that’s really good.” The ntor revealed a rare smile, “Five years ago, the tiline also fits.
Hopefully, we haven’t got the wrong person this ti!”
After finishing, the ntor took Weiwei by the hand, “Co with now to et Lady Danni.
She will access a fragnt of your mory, and when it happens, don’t be nervous.”
“Lady Danni?” Weiwei was astonished.
Lady Danni was the Sect Hierarch of the Natural Sect.
Just because of a portrait, could she really get so close to this top powerhouse in the world?
So, the question was, what exactly was Er Leng’s identity, to make the Natural Sect mobilize with such earnest effort?!
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