There's No Way My Dad Is A Legendary Cultivator

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Xiaoyu Town had private schools.

Not everyone could cultivate.

Those who did not cultivate would choose to enter private schools to study, and they would walk the path of a layman.

Although the three girls had already started cultivating, Jiang Ping did not want them to give up their studies.

He was not hoping that they would achieve anything extraordinary.

He just wanted them to study and understand the world.

It was the day for them to go to school again.

As usual, Jiang Ping went to the three girls' room.

It was still chaotic as usual.

These three little girls were so rowdy in their dreams.

Those who didn't know would think that they had fought last night.

Jiang Ping shook the three little girls for a while, and they all gradually woke up.

"Father, what are we going to cultivate today?" Wan'er said in a daze.

She had achieved something during yesterday's cultivation, and it made her very excited.

Last night, she was still thinking about how to cultivate the next morning.

"Silly girl, you're all muddled from sleep. You're going to school today."

Jiang Ping smiled and shook his head.

Hearing this, Wan'er suddenly quivered.

The private school gave the students two days off every ten days.

Two days ago, she beat Li Xiaojiang, and she spent yesterday cultivating.

Today, it was time for her to go to school.

Wan'er's attitude immediately changed. She pouted and tried hard to open her blurry eyes.

She hugged Jiang Ping and said coquettishly, "Dad, I don't want to go to school, okay?"

"No, how can you be so lazy?"

Jiang Ping rejected her without even thinking.

"I'm not being lazy! I just want to cultivate!"

"Even if you want to cultivate, you still have to go to school."

"If you can't even understand words, how can you cultivate in the future?"

"But..."

Wan'er was still unwilling to let him go, so Jiang Ping quickly turned his head and said to Yan'er.

"Yan'er, don't you think Dad is right?"

Yan'er glanced at Wan'er, who was looking dejected, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

"Dad is right. Studying is good."

Yan'er had a quiet personality. She had been tormented by Wan'er the whole day yesterday.

She felt like she was about to fall apart.

Now that Wan'er was defeated in this matter, she felt a little smug.

Jiang Ping was very satisfied with Yan'er's answer and nodded.

Then, he looked at Liu'er and said with a smile, "Liu'er, what about you? Do you want to go to school?"

"I'll listen to you, Dad."

Liu'er was like a lazy cat as she hid in Jiang Ping's arms.

Among the three daughters, she was the most clingy.

Of course, she was also the most obedient.

She would do whatever Jiang Ping said.

Wan'er had no choice but to obediently surrender since her two younger sisters were not on her side.

She reluctantly put on her clothes and washed up with the help of the maids.

Then, the three little girls bade farewell to Jiang Ping.

They hopped out of the Jiang Mansion holding hands and headed to the private school.

"Sigh, it's going to be another quiet and boring day!"

Jiang Ping stood at the gate and watched them disappear before he turned around and entered the mansion.

...

In the private school.

An old teacher with white hair and turbid eyes stood at the front of a class of more than 30 children.

"Although the brothers often quarrel at home, they stand together against outsiders when bullied," he recited from a book.

Although he was old, his voice was still full of energy.

He had the air of a wise and experienced teacher.

But although he was reading enthusiastically, his students didn't seem to care too much.

After all, they were all little brats. How could they calm down and listen to the lesson so obediently?

Wan'er felt dizzy just listening to him, so she simply lay on the table and fell asleep.

Liu'er's expression was also somewhat spaced-out as if she hadn't woken up yet.

She was still here physically, but her mind had drifted to the ends of the earth.

Only Yan'er was listening attentively.

Her hand was holding a weasel-hair brush.

She wrote rows of delicate and small words on her white rice paper.

"Alright, let's rest for fifteen minutes."

After the teacher finished speaking, he coughed.

He glanced at the listless children below and sighed softly.

Then, he supported himself with his walking stick and left the classroom.

After all, he was old and weak, so he had to take a break from time to time.

"Woohoo!"

Just a few moments after the teacher left, the entire room descended into chaos.

Some students threw books while others threw pens.

Some of the braver ones jumped onto the tables to cause a ruckus.

Although the others were not so impudent, they also began to chase each other and fight in the room.

Yan'er glanced at them and shook her head.

She did not pay too much attention to them.

Instead, she ground her ink onto the inkstone until it was full.

Then, she finished writing a poem in one breath.

"Good handwriting, it's really good handwriting."

"If Dad sees it..."

She was biting her red lips and admiring her ink treasure proudly.

Suddenly, the table was hit hard.

The Inkstone was knocked over.

The ink splashed on the paper.

In an instant, Yan'er's ink treasure turned into a blot of filth.

Yan'er was stunned, and it took her a long time to recover.

She raised her eyelids and saw a boy standing by the table.

The boy was smiling mischievously, his body covered in ink.

But he didn't seem to care at all.

Yan'er narrowed her eyes. She knew this guy.

His name was Lei Dong. He was about seven or eight years old. His father was Lei Feiche.

Lei Feiche was the patriarch of the Lei family. The Lei family was not a small clan.

They were quite famous in Xiaoyu Town.

Therefore, Lei Dong was usually rude and unreasonable. He liked to cause trouble.

Yan'er hated this kind of person from the bottom of her heart.

Her voice was as cold as an icy stream.

"Lei Dong!"

"What?"

Lei Dong was still smiling mischievously.

He did not feel like he was in trouble at all.

"Apologize!"

"Huh, apologize? On what basis?"

"On the basis that you dirtied my writing."

Upon hearing this, Lei Dong snorted disdainfully.

Not only did he not apologize, he even started a ruckus.

He grabbed and tore up the paper on Yan'er's table.

"Not only did I dirty your handwriting, I even tore up your paper."

"But if I don't apologize, what can you do about it?"

Lei Dong pouted, crossed his arms across his chest, and put on a nonchalant look.

Yan'er shot a cold glance at him.

Then, she said indifferently, "You're not going to apologize? Then just wait to be beaten up."

"Haha!"

This time, Lei Dong was not the only one who laughed.

The few brats behind him who were covered in ink also laughed.

"What? You're just a girl. Do you want to fight with me?"

"If you really dare to fight me, just watch how I'll deal with you!"

Lei Dong looked at Yan'er with contempt.

He thought that even though she was a girl, he would not show mercy.

Yan'er did not continue to argue with him.

Instead, she subconsciously looked at Wan'er's position.

"Big sister, wake up!"

Liu'er was shaking Wan'er's shoulder.

Wan'er was really sleeping very soundly.

There were so many people making noise, but they could not wake her up.

"Stop shaking, stop shaking. My beautiful dream has been ruined by you."

Wan'er mumbled a few words in a daze as she slowly woke up.

But Liu'er didn't have time to care and said anxiously, "Big sister, second sister is being bullied!"

Wan'er, who had planned to continue her beautiful dream, suddenly shivered when she heard these words.

She instantly jumped up from her stool.

"Who dares to bully my sister?!"

Her voice resounded throughout the classroom.

The entire room instantly became quiet.