In the office, Ying Hui sat in his chair, a cup of plain boiled water placed on the desk before him.
Humanity was currently going all out in a fight to the death with the Heavenly Demons, and all resources had been diverted for the war, making luxuries such as tea exceedingly rare.
And as a veteran soldier of the battlefield, he had grown accustomed to a simple lifestyle.
At this moment, Ying Hui sat behind his office desk, which was piled high with student files.
This was something he had to review every day, caring for the progress of each student in the special class, offering necessary guidance and arrangements.
"Qian Wangsun..." Upon seeing Qian Wangsun’s file, Ying Hui felt a toothache coming on: "This kid, only here for a few months, huh? With the exception of Meng Ruocun, who is the top of the special class, he has been beaten by almost everyone else. Really knows how to cause trouble, sigh, the medical expenses spent on him each month are enough to fund the cultivation resources of a first realm cultivator."
He then picked up Zuo Dao’s file, and his expression became somewhat odd.
’Claims to be able to practice in his dreams, feels significant martial progress daily. Suspected of creating delusions due to excessive cultivation pressure...’
About the evaluation in the file, Ying Hui did not completely believe it, because he knew that there were indeed people who could cultivate in their dreams.
"But I reckon the Zuo Family hasn’t had a predecessor who took this path, right? They also haven’t developed this kind of talent. So, is Zuo Dao’s training in his dreams a true unique talent, or is it due to overwhelming pressure?"
"Cultivation pressure is high, a bit of mental abnormality, a bit of quirkiness, it’s all quite normal, as long as there’s no perversion, it’s all good." Ying Hui thought for a moment, and suddenly many high-level but unpredictably acting predecessors popped into his mind.
He shook his head, planning to temporarily let Zuo Dao be, to quietly observe how things would unfold.
"However, not a single newbie in this batch is worry-free."
Just then, a knock on the door sounded, and Ying Hui’s heart stirred, already sensing who was coming: "The most problematic one has arrived."
He called out, "Come in, the door’s unlocked."
Zhou Bai entered the office: "Teacher Ying Hui, I’m here to ask, since I won’t be attending Kuang Tu’s Body Refinement class anymore, what class should I arrange for the morning? Or should I just choose myself? I think it would be good for me to take some nutrition and culinary courses to learn how to make extraordinary food."
Ying Hui glared at Zhou Bai: "You’ve set your sights on extraordinary food now? I have yet to criticize you for not taking the Body Refinement class seriously, for not practicing according to Kuang Tu’s guidance."
Zhou Bai explained: "Kuang Tu’s guidance doesn’t suit me, you see, I have my own methods of cultivation. I feel like my nutrition hasn’t been keeping up recently; it would be best to eat some better food."
"No, the special class doesn’t provide meals," Ying Hui said. "You don’t take a good Body Refinement class seriously and don’t listen to the teacher’s advice. If it weren’t for the fact that your Dao-Conversion rate and Primordial Spirit value have been increasing relatively quickly, I would have kicked you out already.
I also arranged another teacher for you, still to mentor you in swordsmanship. Anyway, you’re following the Sword Diagram path; you can’t avoid practicing swordsmanship, and looking at your progress, you’re also close to reaching the first realm, right?"
Ying Hui glanced at the file: "Dao-Conversion rate 9.9%, Primordial Spirit value 870, indeed you are close. Next, the Divine Diagram you choose for the first realm, the condensing of the Sword Artifact, all require a teacher’s guidance."
Zhou Bai nodded in agreement, Christina was indeed close to reaching the first realm, so having a teacher guide her and help her condense her Sword Artifact was not a bad idea.
Ying Hui advised: "This time, practice well, listen to the teacher’s guidance. Don’t be disobedient anymore, okay? The mentor teachers are all experienced; ten years ago, they were geniuses of the time. Would they harm you?"
"We have been teaching cultivation for so many years; what kind of problems haven’t we encountered? Everything taught in class is a key point on the path of cultivation; not listening is solely your loss."
"Can your own little cultivation tricks possibly compare to the experience and lessons our school has summed up over decades, even centuries? Don’t think that just because you have a little bit of cleverness and have awakened Divine Blood, you’re something special."
Seeing Zhou Bai nodding non-stop, Ying Hui felt like a nagging old mother, but he really couldn’t rest easy with a problematic student like Zhou Bai. He warned him repeatedly before finally letting him leave.
Walking away, Zhou Bai finally let out a sigh of relief, "Why do I feel like Teacher Ying Hui is becoming more and more naggy?"
By noon that day, Ying Hui saw Kuang Tu barge in and say to him, "Did Zhou Bai tell you? That kid, I don’t know how he has been cultivating, but this morning he matched Jiang Weishan punch for punch, not falling behind at all. His Body Refinement progress has already caught up to the peak of the second realm."
"What?!" Ying Hui exclaimed, then immediately realized, "And you kicked him out of Body Refinement class?"
Kuang Tu replied with some annoyance, "He asked to leave on his own. He said my Body Refinement class had nothing left to teach him."
Kuang Tu’s face turned sour as he continued, "Anyway, I just came to tell you. Since he doesn’t want to attend my class, I’m not keen on teaching him either. Arrange whatever you want for him."
Watching Kuang Tu turn and leave, Ying Hui wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Zhou Bai, this kid is really... well, let him focus on his swordsmanship for now. Once he breaks through the first realm and forges his sword artifact, we’ll see."
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but laugh again, "But this kid’s physique is indeed strong, matching up with Jiang Weishan of the second realm? I knew I wasn’t wrong, Zhou Bai is meant to be at the forefront, a natural-born warrior. Such a record, there’s only been a few in the history of Dao School, right?"
"Mm, I need to find time to ask the Artifact Refining yard about that oversized pure jun story."
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On the other side, Zhou Bai, under Ying Hui’s guidance, came to the rooftop of the special training class building.
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As he opened the door to the rooftop, what appeared before him was a huge cultivation space, which lacked the walls and ceilings of other floors, making it appear a bit more spacious.
In the center of the cultivation space, a young man sat cross-legged, chin in hand, dozing off.
Zhou Bai carefully observed the young man, who had an inch-long short hair, dressed in a clean and neat black tracksuit, looking rather young, especially with a baby face.
If nobody told him, he might have assumed the man was a student of Dao School.
With Zhou Bai’s arrival, the young man opened his eyes, looked him over a few times, and said with a smile, "Zhou Bai, right? I’m Fang Mo. I follow the Gong Tu route, but my swordsmanship and flying sword skills are also excellent, enough to guide you. After all, flying swords and Gong Tu go well together."
The young man with the baby face in front of him was actually the second-in-command of the Night Army of Donghua City.
Zhou Bai, however, was in a daze, waking up Christina in his sea of consciousness.
"Tina, Tina, wake up, it’s your turn for class."
Christina slowly stretched, rolled over, and with droopy eyelids said, "Isn’t today your Body Refinement class in the morning?"
"I’ve already dropped the Body Refinement class. The current teacher is guiding me in swordsmanship. It’s your turn."
Then, Zhou Bai’s body shook slightly, and instantly his expression turned sleepy as he looked at Fang Mo and said, "Hello, Teacher."
"Hello," Fang Mo said, his intuition telling him that something secret had changed with Zhou Bai before him.
But no matter, he’d eventually uncover all of Zhou Bai’s secrets. After all, as the second-in-command of the Night Army, there were few in Donghua City who could match him in intelligence gathering.
Christina asked curiously, "Teacher, could you help me choose a swordsmanship that’s suitable for me? I mean one that fits my Sword Qi, and preferably, it should be a pink swordsmanship."
Looking at Zhou Bai who was constantly drawing circles with controlled pink Sword Qi, Fang Mo paused, "Ah?"