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Chapter 168: A Lot Can Change in Three Days

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: A Lot Can Change in Three Days

The two could cast a one-way soundproofing array if they wanted to discuss things, allowing sounds to go in, but not out.

If they felt the inspiration, they could activate an anti-disturbance array to practice their techniques on the spot, preventing any disruption to others, as well as protecting them from outside influences.

They could even employ a full-on quiet study mode that only allowed the teachings of the instructors to reach their ears without any other distractions.

In essence, even a simple concave experimental desk, packed with an array of features that even the highest of technology could not offer, was enough to fulfill all the academic needs of a disciple.

The platform and desks that belonged to the instructor were even more impressive, incorporating a large-scale combined array, with illusions being the primary attribute, making it suitable for Wang Zijia to engage in various forms of instruction. It even offered features allowing the classroom to metamorphosize into a grassland and so forth.

Or rather, the entire classroom was a large-scale compound array with the podium as its core and the student desks acting as individual nodes of the array.

Given its complex functionality, a comprehensive operation manual resembling a thick dossier was handed out to Wang Zijia.

"I heard that our instructor is a Senior Brother."

"Yes, I’ve also heard. That’s why I’m here to join the fun and see what’s unique.

"I wonder how powerful this Senior Brother is. I’ve been stuck at the beginner level in rune control for over three years. I’ve almost consulted all the second-grade Martial Uncles."

"Don’t be delusional. You’re in Class C Great Hall. What gains do you expect?"

"You should go to Class A Teaching Hall to find those universally recognized ace instructor Martial Uncles. Try to get some personal instruction."

"If only. It’s not that easy. I need the right connections and they have to think highly of me. They would rather avoid me, someone who has been stuck at the basics of the Three Techniques for years."

"True that, it’s easy to mar their reputations."

"You..."

"I heard that this time, the instructor is a genius Senior Brother, recruited specifically by the head of the tower!"

"Hey, isn’t it just the usual mutual flattery between big clans, and training their future officials? We all know about it."

"Yeah, Fu Tower has headhunted seven geniuses in the past decade. And what came out of it? Only Martial Uncle Qiang really made it!"

"Martial Uncle Qiang is now one of the gold medal instructors in Class A Great Hall, stop grumbling about him."

"..."

When he arrived at the Teaching Great Hall, Wang Zijia heard a variety of messy discussions.

Acting as if he didn’t hear anything, he went to his podium and began to organize some things. After An Xingsheng set down his items, he silently moved to a corner of the hall and waited quietly.

The discussions below gradually grew quieter until everything was silent. Even those who wished to talk had instinctively activated the soundproofing prohibition within the range of their concave desks.

After Wang Zijia familiarized himself with the place, he scanned the area below him.

The entire hall was incredibly spacious, with each concave desk, resembling real experimentation desks, taking up around one to two square meters. Well over a hundred desks were spread throughout the hall, which was roughly three to five hundred square meters in size.

Probably due to the fact it was a free big class, two hundred-odd seats within the hundred desks were occupied. Expectant and scrutinizing gazes from Mid and Late-Childhood Outer Sect Disciples were focused on Wang Zijia, who stood tall upon the grand podium.

"My name is Wang Zijia. I am a Peak Child. I have recently become a Dao Seed in the Scripture Pavilion." Without displaying an iota of modesty, Wang Zijia presented his most compelling title.

"What?"

"A Dao Seed came to teach us at Fu Tower?"

"Is this for real!"

"..."

In the wake of Wang Zijia’s concise self-introduction, the audience below was buzzing with different discussions.

Waiting for a moment and allowing the audience to react, Wang Zijia continued, "At the moment, I hold a position as a second-grade teaching Senior Brother at Fu Tower. I expect to spend quite a bit of time with you all in the future, so I hope we can get along."

"Alright, enough introductions. Let’s start today’s class. In this session, I will explain the three most basic techniques an individual needs to learn when starting their journey down the Talisman Way..."

As Wang Zijia spoke, each person started to listen intently. Given that Wang Zijia was a Dao Seed, they were determined to flatter him, trying to connect with him even if his lessons were lacklustre.

"..."

For his first big class, Wang Zijia kept it honest and earnest, sticking to the basics in his lessons.

Given his status as a Great Cultivator and Talisman Master in the Talisman Way, thanks to the power of the Dao fruit’s red copper scale, his proficiency was beyond question. Even without showing off, many disciples still showed faces filled with joy, having gained much from the lessons.

After a half day of genuine lessons, he returned to his own Fu Tower and procrastinated for most of the day, spending his first day as a second-grade instructor in a low-key manner.

When evening came and it was time to leave, Wang Zijia didn’t leave immediately.

He sat in his Talisman Creation Room, slightly shifting his mind. Beads of blood-red crystal sand gathered on his table, eventually, shaping into a palm-sized crystal red bird.

The bird looked as alive as a real one, and with its jade-like transparent body, it was extremely attractive.

The bird stretched its body on the table, and after accustoming itself to the form, it swallowed the storage bag on the desk, spread its wings, and flew out of the window.

Having ascended to the Magic Door, though Wang Zijia was still incapable of beheading someone a hundred miles away like a Flying Sword cultivator could, a range of thirty miles was still manageable.

The bird flew all the way to the South District, Jade Flying Street, and the Fire Lacquer Teahouse. Seeing the familiar window of the private room opened, it flew in without a second thought.

The moment Wang Zijia entered the room, Ji Chao, who had been waiting for a while, brightened up, but stopped as he saw the bird that looked so lifelike, hesitating but finally saying, "Martial Uncle Li?"

Wang Zijia still liked to keep his phrases short, "Barely made it!"

Acknowledging in disguise made Ji Chao silent for a while before he could reply with a bitter smile, "I had some suspicions when Martial Uncle didn’t come last month. Little did I expect that when I met you again, things would be so different."

Wang Zijia glanced at Ji Chao, whose face was bitter and eyes concealed envy, and said unusually, "I believe you’re close as well. You should be making your breakthrough soon."

"I can’t compare with Martial Uncle. You’re so talented. I’ve been stumbling even for a Foundation Building Pill, my groundwork isn’t solid. It’s laughable that I asked about my odds and they’re less than thirty percent. Among the disciples, I rank last."

"But if you ask me to give up, and run operations peacefully, and put all hope on the next generation, I am not ready for that. Coming from a small clan like mine, if we all look forward to the next generation for success, we are destined to leave the Sect and become scattered cultivators."

Perhaps it was Wang Zijia’s promotion that led Ji Chao, who had been preparing for six or seven years with little confidence, to feel extremely complicated. He rarely spoke from his heart to Wang Zijia and seemed a bit talkative.