My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 1 I'll Teach You Boxing

"Although I am not a virtuous gentleman, nor can I be called a righteous saint, I am still a person who knows how to repay kindness."

"Since you are the one who awakened me, I will grant you an opportunity. Here are two cultivation manuals; you may choose one to practice."

Vishi stared blankly at the raven in front of her, then looked at the magic circle at her feet, pondering a question.

Did she place the wrong relic, causing the magic circle to malfunction and preventing her from accurately awakening her ancestor?

That should be correct.

She is of noble vampire blood! Her ancestor was a very famous duke!

Although it has been in decline for many years, no matter how you trace its origins, it could never have been a raven!

"That damned swindler sold me a fake! I knew this thing wasn't from my family's ancestors!"

Vishi smashed the broken old silver sword in his hand away, squatted on the ground, and couldn't help but howl in pain.

"The Imperial University's entrance ceremony is in a month, where am I supposed to find the sacred relics to reactivate my bloodline?!"

"Activate blood vessels?"

Shi Qing curiously examined Wei Xi, and with a quick sweep of his divine sense, he immediately got a clear picture of Wei Xi's condition.

My cheap disciple does indeed have some opportunities in the path of immortality.

Her internal energy was predominantly yin and deficient in yang, reaching a ratio of 70% to 30%. Although she would be countered by the scorching sun, she could cultivate much faster under the yin moon.

So, this little girl wanted to awaken her ancestors and continue her bloodline, while he was awakened from the depths of the underworld by sheer accident.

It seems I ruined something good for someone else.

Although he knew that his awakening was just an accident and that he was trapped in the body of a bird or beast, Shi Qing didn't care.

He was merely a True Monarch in the Nascent Soul stage, his physical body had dissipated, leaving only a wisp of his soul floating in the Netherworld. To be able to live a third life was already a miracle, and it was unrealistic to ask for too much.

While Vichy was still lamenting that half of his fortune had gone down the drain, Shi Qing looked around, used his bird claws to flip through the books scattered to the side, and began to rebuild his understanding.

A Study of the Bloodline Atlas

A Beginner's Guide to Magic

Analysis of the Composition of Magic Potions

So this is the cultivation method and natural history of this world? It's written quite simply and easily, unlike the obscure and difficult-to-understand writing of my own world.

Shi Qing flipped through a few pages, gaining a slightly deeper understanding of the world.

At this moment, Vishi, who was standing to the side, finally woke up from the pain of drawing the wrong card.

"This... Heroic Spirit, I'm sorry, I disturbed your slumber. I now..."

"Didn't you want to solve your problem of having thin bloodlines?"

Vichy paused for a moment, blinked a few times, and nodded.

"Yes, but that's really difficult. Lower-ranking vampires can only gain power through the Embrace of higher-ranking vampires."

"If I cannot gain the protection of a higher-ranking vampire, there is no way I can regain their favor; this is the law of the vampires."

Vichy spoke for a while, then felt he had made himself quite clear.

But Shi Qing had a different opinion.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your Ancestor Lilith is quite ruthless. She actually used this method to bind her own descendants as her furnace and blood bags. In my world, she would definitely be a demonic giant."

Ancestor? Furnace? Demonic Path?

Vishi became more and more confused as she listened, feeling that this heroic spirit seemed to have some mental issues, as he kept saying words that were hard to understand. Did all the ancient people talk like this?

Vishi felt increasingly frustrated and prepared to end the ceremony and send Shi Qing back to the underworld.

At that moment, his magic books suddenly flew up, and many pages fell like snowflakes, with only a few pages caught in Shi Qing's hand.

Shi Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and he said loudly, "It's just a matter of diluted bloodline; I can solve your problem..."

Before Shi Qing could finish speaking, Vichy suddenly slid in and pulled Shi Qing into a tight embrace, screaming hoarsely, "Teacher! I'm your student!"

Shi Qing was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He didn't dislike people like Vichy; rather, he admired Vichy's ability to assess situations and act accordingly.

Too much rigidity leads to breakage; he had seen countless geniuses die because of their arrogance.

In terms of talent, ability, sect background, and wealth, those people are far superior to him, a mere rogue cultivator.

But in the end, he was the last to die, almost reaching the end of his life.

"Alright, since you're willing to call me teacher, I'll definitely help you."

As he spoke, Shi Qing subtly pulled himself out of Vixi's arms and said calmly, "Although your 'vampire' bloodline has innate advantages, in my opinion it's not much of a stroke of luck."

After all, he is the bloodline of a demonic patriarch, so there are bound to be hidden dangers. But if you want to cleanse it, I do have some ways. You don't need to ask for that so-called "First Embrace."

After saying that, Shi Qing grabbed a piece of white paper and started writing casually.

"This medicine is called the Cleansing Elixir, and it can be made from just some common medicinal herbs."

Vichy peeked over and looked at it for a while, then thought it was outrageous and asked nervously, "Uh, teacher, what did you write?"

"Never seen it before?"

"What? Ancient Green Vine, Heming Stone, Black Peach Wood? What are these things? I'm pretty good at Potions, but I've never seen these things before."

Upon hearing this, Shi Qing simply wrote down the medicinal properties and effects required, allowing Wei Xi to identify and see if any of them matched.

However, Vichy only glanced at it a few times before his expression turned hostile.

"Teacher, I'm very poor!"

The ancient tree spirit's blue blood, the mermaid's pearl, the lich's bones—these are worth at least a hundred gold coins! My entire fortune is only thirty silver coins now!

"...You're poorer than I imagined."

"Uh, sorry, but I have a great way to make money! This potion recipe will definitely be in high demand among vampires; they all hate this stuff! If I sell it, I'll be rich!"

Shi Qing was silent for a moment, then looked at Wei Xi with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "You poor wretch, suddenly you can produce something like this? Aren't you afraid of being arrested, tortured, and brainwashed into an idiot?"

Or do you have great confidence in your country's legal order?

Vichy paused for a moment, then fell silent.

It seems she doesn't have much confidence in her fellow vampires.

"Hmm, it seems we'll have to resort to some demonic methods. Do you have any family or relatives? Direct relatives are preferred, but collateral relatives will also do."

"Huh? I'm an orphan."

"That's a pity. I wanted to test whether the blood skull cleansing of the meridians was really that efficient."

Shi Qing shook his head, pondering a better solution as he asked, "Why are you so fixated on this bloodline? How can an orphan like you have such a strong sense of belonging?"

Vishi: "No, vampires are a minority ethnic group in the Empire, and they have a 10% bonus and a 40% tuition discount."

If I want to become a witch, I must go to the Central Imperial Academy.

But my magic rank isn't even at the first level, and I only have less than a month left. If I can't activate my bloodline, I'll definitely be cannon fodder!

As she spoke, Vichy stretched out her hand, and a silver light shone from her hand. Then she flicked it forcefully, and the light shot out, piercing through a discarded wooden plank next to her.

"This is a level zero trick, Silver Arrow. If it were a level one spell, this wall would have collapsed."

The Imperial Academy's admission requirements are to cast a first-level spell or defeat a golem.

After listening, Shi Qing pondered for a moment and then asked, "Does the sect assessment require defeating the puppet using some kind of 'magic'?"

Vishi shook his head: "Uh, there are no requirements, but if you can defeat the puppet, you must be a first-level formal mage."

Rather, it would be simpler to only require casting a first-order spell, since the golem is made of steel and is quite robust.

"I see."

Shi Qing nodded, then suddenly said, "Wei Xi, I'll teach you how to cleanse your meridians and refine your body into a soldier. A month will be enough for you to smash the demon puppet with your fists."