Chapter 111
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Chapter 111: Auditing the Public Class
"Hold on!" You You swiftly restrained the wandering spirit. "No need to rush. Since receiving this assignment, you haven’t spoken to that disciple yet, correct? He doesn’t even know you were upset. What’s there to apologize for?" The disciple would likely just be baffled.
"But the revisions to the Qiu Zhang Technique…" He’d been frantic to refine the cultivation method.
"No urgency," she interrupted. "Discuss it after class. Besides…" She gestured toward the door. "Aren’t new disciples waiting for their basic course? Remember – collective wisdom." The newcomers might offer novel perspectives.
He composed himself, signaling attendants to open the cultivation hall doors. Glancing sheepishly at You You, he clasped his hands in formal salute. "This humble teacher thanks the sect master for steering me from error. Might you observe today’s class? Your presence would help identify my shortcomings."
"…" An invitation to monitor his teaching?
You You nodded. "I’ll stay. Truthfully, I’ve gaps in foundational knowledge myself. After class, I’ll escort them for spiritual root planting anyway."
Since acquiring the Earth-Shaking Cauldron, You You recognized her overreliance on innate skills. She’d studied countless spellcasting manuals, yet every technique warped strangely when she attempted it. Even basic sword control eluded her grasp. She suspected flawed fundamentals.
Qiu Zhang’s lectures had long been on her agenda, but Feng Rong’s affairs and disciple selections kept postponing it. Today’s chance proved fortuitous.
She claimed a random seat. Soon, hesitant footsteps approached. New disciples filed in nervously, blanching at the translucent ghostly figure hovering above the lectern. To Mortal Realm denizens, spirits meant danger.
Ning Rui strode forward calmly. The master’s ghost cultivator status hadn’t been secret in his past life. Anticipation quickened his pulse – this was the future Master of the World! Others took courage from his lead, only to freeze upon spotting You You.
A noble lady?
Ning Rui blinked. No – a female cultivator. Her beauty stunned, drawing collective gasps. Murmurs spread: Were all immortal sect women this celestial? Her classroom presence suggested junior sister status, heightening the disciples’ exhilaration.
None questioned her bypassing the Selection. Noble-born women faced different admission standards. Sects rarely refused them.
You You offered a perfunctory smile. Cheeks flushed; eyes gleamed.
"Such…an adorable junior sister!"
Meanwhile, You You mentally tallied resource allocations. More mouths to feed…
Fear forgotten, disciples scrambled for seats, particularly those near You You. Ning Rui secured the front row’s edge seat – optimal for hearing, not proximity. A sidelong glance at her loveliness, then immediate self-reproof: Heavenly Tribulation spared neither gender. Survival skills trumped socializing. His focus snapped back to the spectral lecturer.
"Greetings, Master!" The chorus echoed, except from You You’s still-seated figure. Whether exempted or pre-greeted, none dared question.
"Be seated." The elder nodded, launching into instruction. "For newcomers, we’ll cover cultivation basics and spiritual energy absorption. Master these before receiving your spiritual roots."
He summoned a meridian chart, elucidating energy circulation, storage, and cultivation enhancement with meticulous clarity. Even neophytes grasped the concepts, itching to practice post-implantation.
Qiu Zhang detailed breathing techniques and precautions, verifying comprehension before personally inspecting each disciple’s physique. "Note these individualized adjustments," he stressed. "Spiritual roots demand tailored approaches."
Perhaps invigorated by fresh perspectives, he taught with unprecedented vigor, addressing minutiae often overlooked.
