It reiterated, "I do not wish to study.

I only want to meet my divine master.

I do not want to study.

" Ling papipi sprang forth from the stone.

A dark little orb rolling incessantly upon the sandy ground, soon creating a pit in the sand.

The unfortunate glow mushrooms, mere onlookers, fell victim to Ling Capipi's mischief.

A few well-developed and agile glow mushrooms with their caps raised revealed tiny eyes resembling black stones.

The fine mycelium at the base of their stems wriggled and before long they scattered in all directions seeking refuge from Ling Pipi as far away as possible.

Only a handful of ill- fated mushrooms remained unable to escape the crushing weight of Ling Pipi, their essence mingling with sand and adhering to its fur.

forever frozen.

In that moment, one could only hope that as Ling Pipi frolked, it might carry a spore to a suitable habitat, granting the continuation of life and the birth of new glow mushrooms.

Ling Jing Jing trembled in agitation, a true embodiment of a misguided entity, disrespectful of knowledge, despite being one of the four great spirits of this realm.

Yet, as a teacher, one must not abandon any student, even those who seem disinterested to the point of rolling about.

Knowledge demands respect, Ling Jing Jing declared passionately.

Faith is the highest virtue.

Ling Jing Jing exstalled.

Unfortunately, Ling Pipi remained oblivious to the sentiments expressed by Ling Jing Jing, continuing to roll and wail on the ground.

I believe in the great deity, yet I have no desire to learn.

This is not contradictory, Capipi lamented.

Ling Dafu could no longer bear the sight and leapt down from the stone.

Papipi, be a good little one.

The great deity is battling on the front lines.

Do not act out.

Learn well with Jing Jing.

Acquiring knowledge will make you wise.

We must become wiser to serve the great deity and set an example for the newborn spirits.

Ling Dau jumped in front of Ling Pipi, gesturing earnestly.

I want listen, I want listen.

I want listen, Papipi retorted, refusing to heed the call.

Not wanting to learn, it found no amusement in the endeavor.

Ling Pipi rolled away, and wherever it passed, the various glow mushrooms swiftly made way, particularly fearful of following in the footsteps of a few unfortunate souls.

"Ling Papipi, stop! We, the four great spirits, cannot allow you to be the only one to flounder.

" Ling Daufu chided, bouncing forward in pursuit of the rolling truency of Ling Pipi.

Daufu, stop being so tedious.

If you keep this up, when will we finish class and eat? Even Ling Urchang possesses some marshall prowess.

Ling Urchang remarked.

Upon saying this, it retracted its limbs and head into its body, transforming into a black sphere.

Having indulged in the divine cafeteria day and night, Ling urch had grown quite round, robust and hefty, its form towering at 2 m, 10 times the size of Ling Jing Jing, and five times that of Ling Daufu and Ling Pipi combined, it rolled forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Witnessing the imposing stance of Ling Erang, Ling Daufu was startled into a leap.

Employing the levitation technique that Ling Jing Jing had previously struggled to teach.

Successfully soaring into the air, it evaded Ling Urchang.

But in its frantic escape, Ling Capipi failed to watch where it rolled, only to be swiftly caught and repeatedly crushed by Ling Urchang until it cried out in surrender.

Then Ling Pipi was sent soaring into the sky by Ling Erangs powerful blow.

With his body aching all over, Ling Pipi spread his four claws in midair to maintain balance.

As he regained his senses, he watched Ling Jing Jing and Ling Daufu gracefully evade Ling Urchang<unk>s indiscriminate attacks.

A bitter smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Having endured the blows, Ling Pipi had become much more obedient.

Capipi declared, "I cherish learning and strive for self-improvement.

" Chapter 21.

The conversing doll of spirits.

Ling air chong ceased its rolling motion, springing back to its stone seat with precision.

It settled neatly, not forgetting to remind Ling Pi to pay attention in class, to avoid angering Jing Jing, and to steer clear of Defu, lest it missed the opportunity for a meal after class.

After a considerable time, the luminous mushrooms, having attained sensience, returned with lingering reluctance.

They understood that attending class could enhance their intelligence and grant them wisdom.

And even if there were risks involved, they were compelled to partake in the learning experience.

Unlike Ling Pi Pie, who remained oblivious to its fortunes, these sensient beings recognized the immense value of enlightenment.

Once endowed with wisdom, even an ordinary mushroom could lead a remarkable existence.

Such a fortuitous opportunity, despite its inherent risks, was one worth pursuing.

Ling Pi Pie hopped onto its own seat.

Its initial reluctance transforming into eager acceptance.

It gazed toward Ling Air Chong, softly muttering, "Meal meal! All you think about is meal.

" The divine one had been away for so long, showing no concern.

"It has been over a year.

Pi pie, what are you murmuring about? Are you speaking ill of Air Chong? Ling Fu remarked upon noticing the murmuring Ling Pi Pie.

Instantly, Ling Pi Pie fell silent, gesturing as if to indicate that it would cease its chatter.

Ling Jing Jing patiently awaited the restoration of silence, clearing her throat before continuing her lecture.

What do we leave off last time? Ah, yes, I had mentioned knowledge.

Due to Ling Pi Pie's interruption, the previous content had become disconnected, prompting Ling Jing Jing to spontaneously commence a new discussion.

Knowledge is a magnificent treasure, a precious gem that deserves our respect, an art that must be passed down.

"You may not grasp it now, but as your intellect sharpens, you shall come to understand," Ling Jing Jing declared.

She gestured toward the sturdy tree behind her, taking a charred stick to inscribe symbols upon his trunk.

Over the past year, through my teachings, you have come to understand the concepts of time, seasons, and the civilization of the divine.

Your minds have been expanded, enhancing your ability to articulate and think.

Next, I shall teach you some divine language to facilitate communication with the deities.

For those who do not comprehend, simply listen at your leisure.

Upon concluding her statement, the luminous branches of the moonlight would above her unfurled, casting a greater canopy over this outdoor classroom, joyfully shaking leaves that shimmerred like golden jade.

It was evident that it too was excited about learning the divine language.

Ling Jing Jing patted the tree behind her, calming it with gentle reassurances.

She had transformed a mundane tree into one imbued with intelligence, and in that moment, Ling Jing Jing felt a swell of pride.

Indeed, in this world, aside from the peculiar Ling Pi Pie, there was no creature that did not cherish the pursuit of knowledge.

Grasping the charred stick, Ling Jing Jing carefully inscribed the divine language in square characters upon the tree.

Ling Lling Ling Lling, we understand it.

Ling Lling Ling Lling, we shall learn it.

A group of dimminionive sprites, newly birthed from the ethereal energies absorbed by the sprite well, gathered closely around Ling Jing Jing.

They perched upon a circular stone, attentively absorbing the lessons imparted by her.

Their little heads stretched towards the sandy ground, awkwardly attempting to learn the characters taught by Ling Jing Jing.

Some nimble bioluminescent mushrooms grasped the teachings while many others struggled in vain.

Those that succeeded radiated a soft white glow, their forms expanding slightly, their features becoming more distinct, emboldened to inch closer to the center.

The more astute mushrooms understood the necessity of avoiding Ling Pippy and Ling Erang, opting instead to cluster beside Ling Du, whose gentle demeanor offered them comfort, at times even allowed them to climb a top his head to listen to the lessons.

Ling Pippy surveyed the scene, noting that everyone was engaged in their studies and decided against further self-inflicted discomfort.

Chang, on the other hand, felt genuine pain upon colliding with Ling.

He extended his little head towards the sandy ground, tracing the characters taught by Ling Jing Jing.

Why did no one seem to miss the divine beings, he pondered yet remained perplexed? The deities had long departed, and this was the first time they had been gone for such an extended period, in moments devoid of the concept of time.

He could only grasp the notion of a long absence.

But now, with the understanding of time, he could calculate the duration of their absence.

Previously, it had been 3 to 5 months.

This time, it had been over a year since their last encounter.

He truly yearned for them, missing the gentle visage of the divine.

Suzie Han remained oblivious to the longing her followers felt for her.

Unaware of the chaotic passage of time that left the children in silence, yet scheming mischief at home.