After receiving a profound lesson on the martial arts stage, Lin Fan was certain that his glorious image had deeply impressed most of the students.
Of course, the more flawless a person appears, the more jealousy they tend to provoke. Sure enough, right after the martial arts competition ended, all sorts of negative comments emerged.
“What? A group of untalented students—no matter how hard they try, they won’t amount to anything in the future.”
“Natural talent determines everything. A common chicken can never become a phoenix,” and other such remarks.
…
Lin Fan held these comments in utter contempt. “This old man will show you—I’m going to train a group of excellent students for you to see!”
Today’s speech had greatly benefited thirteen students, who felt they had finally found a wise mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the martial arts competition, Lin Fan generously gave the students half a day off, telling them to go do whatever they pleased.
Back when he was at the Saint Devil Sect, Lin Fan had regretted not going to the library to select techniques. Now that he had arrived at Tianfu Academy, if he didn’t take the opportunity to look into the techniques here, he truly deserved to be struck by lightning.
As for the ranks and levels of martial arts techniques, Lin Fan never cared. As long as it was a technique, it would do. After all, with his ability to infinitely upgrade techniques, even a lowly one like “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be elevated by him to something that defied the natural order. There was no technique he couldn’t master.
Tianfu Academy had been founded by powerful cultivators and was supported by the royal family. While the library’s collection of techniques might not be as vast and comprehensive as that of the Saint Devil Sect, it was still nothing to scoff at.
When Lin Fan finally entered the library after completing the registration process, he was struck by the sight of a sea of students buried in the study of various techniques. He couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
The library was huge, with rows upon rows of shelves filled with martial arts manuals. However, many of them were incomplete, and some shelves held only a few books. It was clear that quality techniques were quite scarce.
Lin Fan ran his fingers along the spines of the manuals, searching for something suitable.
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my radiant image has undoubtedly been etched into the hearts of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envy they attract. No sooner had the competition ended than a barrage of nonsensical comments emerged.
Comments like, “A group of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never amount to anything.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was utterly disdainful of such remarks. “I’ll show you all by cultivating a group of outstanding students,” he thought.
Today’s discourse greatly benefited thirteen students. They felt they had found a mentor who truly understood them, a teacher who could guide them in life.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and granted the students a half-day break, allowing them to do as they pleased.
During his time at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan regretted not visiting the library to select cultivation techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the grade of the techniques, Lin Fan never concerned himself with that. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to a level that defied the heavens. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals with royal support. Although the techniques in the library were not as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
When Lin Fan registered and entered the library, he was struck by the sight of countless students engrossed in their chosen techniques. He couldn’t help but marvel.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with techniques. However, some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the techniques, searching for those that suited him.
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Crippled Leg.’ Learn it?”
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Iron Crotch.’ Learn it?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-grade Yellow Rank technique ‘Concealment Art.’ Learn it?”
From start to finish, Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. All these low-grade techniques—how could they produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
But then, Lin Fan discovered a low-grade Yellow Rank technique and felt a surge of joy. This was a good start.
Although the low-grade Yellow Rank technique wasn’t much, finding one among a pile of worthless books was still an achievement.
“Concealment Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Concealment Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading carefully.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully cultivated it—except for the teacher who theorized it.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory originated from encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Concealment Art” into three layers, each more peculiar than the last. Cultivating to the third layer and circulating internal energy could indeed change one’s color according to the surroundings.
However, when Lin Fan read further, he was somewhat speechless.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight with an enemy, the teacher used the “Concealment Art” to blend into the surroundings, thinking the enemy wouldn’t notice. But the enemy pretended not to see him and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing the teacher, the enemy left with a parting remark: “You think I’m blind?”
Thus, the teacher, in his dying moments, wrote the “Concealment Art” as a warning to future generations: cultivate this technique with caution.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even if a chameleon changes color, anyone who isn’t blind can still see it.
Still, the technique was interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique had only three layers, but with his ability to upgrade infinitely, he could surely make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Concealment Art.'”
“Concealment Art, first layer (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. Most techniques here were either low-grade or Yellow Rank.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it wasn’t the quantity but the quality of techniques that mattered. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword Art,” “Flower-Pinching Finger,” “Unmovable Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Technique,” and “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” hadn’t been fully upgraded yet. Learning more random techniques would only lead to chaos.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he felt a surge of excitement. There were more books upstairs! But as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above are allowed upstairs. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later,” Lin Fan thought.
He then left, planning to return and study the “Concealment Art” thoroughly.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began circulating the “Concealment Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one could only be done by himself.
As Lin Fan circulated the “Concealment Art,” his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ upgraded.”
“Concealment Art, second layer (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction. Just by circulating it once, he had upgraded it. It was indeed simple.
He also felt a subtle change within himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings—it was like becoming a chameleon.
However, no matter how much he changed, anyone who wasn’t blind could still see that the thing blending into the surroundings was a person.
Lin Fan then multitasked, circulating the “Concealment Art” while cultivating the Heaven Rank top-grade cultivation technique “Formless Demon” he had snatched from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, Heaven Rank top-grade cultivation technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ upgraded.”
“Concealment Art, third layer (0/2000).”
These two Heaven Rank top-grade techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gained was so minimal that it was almost maddening.
He wondered when he would be able to upgrade these two techniques.
Although the first layer of both techniques required only 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torture.
Moreover, cultivating them consumed a significant amount of internal energy, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before resuming his cultivation.
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my glorious image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the hearts of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envious people there will be. No sooner had the competition ended than all sorts of nonsensical comments started to emerge.
Comments like, “A bunch of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never amount to anything.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was quite disdainful of these remarks. He thought, “I’ll show them by cultivating a group of outstanding students.”
Today’s discussion greatly benefited thirteen students. They felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and gave the students half a day off, letting them do whatever they needed to do.
When Lin Fan was at the Holy Demon Sect, he regretted not going to the library to select techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the level of the techniques, Lin Fan never bothered. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to something devastating. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals and supported by the royal family. Although the techniques in the library weren’t as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still not to be underestimated.
When Lin Fan registered and entered the library, he was struck by the sight of countless students buried in their chosen techniques. He couldn’t help but sigh.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with techniques. Some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the techniques, searching for something suitable.
“Ding, discovered the low-tier technique ‘Crippled Foot.’ Learn it?”
“Ding, discovered the low-tier technique ‘Iron Crotch.’ Learn it?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-tier Yellow-grade technique ‘Stealth Art.’ Learn it?”
Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-tier techniques, how could they produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
But then, Lin Fan discovered a low-tier Yellow-grade technique and felt a surge of joy. It was a good start.
Although the low-tier Yellow-grade technique wasn’t much, finding one among all these shabby books was still an achievement.
“Stealth Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Stealth Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began to read.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully practiced it except for the teacher who came up with the theory.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory was based on encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Stealth Art” into three layers, each more bizarre than the last. By the third layer, one could manipulate internal energy to change color according to the surroundings.
But when Lin Fan read further, he was dumbfounded.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight, the teacher used the “Stealth Art” to blend into the surroundings, thinking his opponent wouldn’t see him. But the opponent pretended not to notice and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing him, the opponent left with a remark, “Did you think I was blind?”
Thus, the teacher, on his deathbed, wrote the “Stealth Art” to warn future practitioners to be cautious.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even a chameleon, when it changes color, can still be seen if one isn’t blind.
But the technique was still interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique had only three layers, but with his ability to upgrade infinitely, he could surely make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Stealth Art.'”
“Stealth Art, Layer 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. Most of the techniques here were low-tier or Yellow-grade.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it wasn’t about the number of techniques but their mastery. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Touching Finger,” “Unmoving Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Technique,” and “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” weren’t yet maxed out. Learning more random techniques would only lead to chaos.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he was delighted. There were more books upstairs. But as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above can go up. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and cursed his ancestors in his mind.
“I’ll make you cry later,” Lin Fan thought.
He then left, planning to study the “Stealth Art” in detail.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began to practice the “Stealth Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one depended entirely on him.
As Lin Fan practiced, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Layer 2 (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled, pleased that he had leveled up so quickly. It was indeed simple.
He also felt some changes in himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings. It seemed the technique was indeed like a chameleon.
But no matter how much he changed, as long as someone wasn’t blind, they could still see that the thing blending into the surroundings was a person.
Lin Fan then multitasked, practicing the “Stealth Art” while also cultivating the top-tier Heaven-grade technique “Formless Demon” he had snatched from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, Heaven-grade technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Layer 3 (0/2000).”
These two top-tier Heaven-grade techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gained was so minimal that it was almost maddening.
He wondered when he would finally level up these techniques.
Although the first layer of both techniques only required 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torture.
Moreover, the internal energy consumption during cultivation was significant, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before resuming his practice.
…
After a profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my glorious image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the minds of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envious people there will be. No sooner had the competition ended than all sorts of nonsensical comments started to emerge.
Comments like, “A bunch of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never have a bright future.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was utterly disdainful of such remarks. He thought to himself, “I’ll show you all by cultivating a group of outstanding students.”
Today’s discourse greatly benefited thirteen students. They felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and granted the students half a day off, allowing them to do as they pleased.
During his time at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan regretted not visiting the library to select cultivation techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the grade of the techniques, Lin Fan never bothered. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to a level that defied the heavens. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals with royal support. Although the techniques in the library weren’t as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
After registering and entering the library, Lin Fan was struck by the sight of countless students engrossed in their chosen techniques. He couldn’t help but sigh in amazement.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with techniques. However, some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the techniques, searching for those that suited him.
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Heavenly Crippled Kick.’ Learn it?”
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Iron Crotch.’ Learn it?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-grade Yellow Rank technique ‘Stealth Art.’ Learn it?”
Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-grade techniques, how could they possibly cultivate good students? It was truly disappointing.
However, at that moment, Lin Fan discovered a low-grade Yellow Rank technique and felt a surge of joy. This was a good start.
Although the low-grade Yellow Rank technique wasn’t much, finding one among all these mediocre books was still an achievement.
“Stealth Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Stealth Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading carefully.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully cultivated it except for the teacher himself.
After a quick glance, Lin Fan understood that the teacher’s theory was inspired by a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Stealth Art” into three layers, each more peculiar than the last. Cultivating to the third layer and circulating internal energy could indeed allow one to change color according to the surroundings.
However, when Lin Fan read further, he was left speechless.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight with an enemy, the teacher used the “Stealth Art” to blend into the surroundings, thinking the enemy wouldn’t notice him. But the enemy pretended not to see him and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing him, the enemy left with a parting remark, “You think I’m blind?”
Thus, the teacher, on his deathbed, wrote the “Stealth Art” as a warning to future practitioners to be cautious.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even if a chameleon changes color, anyone with eyes can still see it.
Nevertheless, the technique was interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique only had three layers, but with his ability to upgrade infinitely, he could surely make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Stealth Art.'”
“Stealth Art, Layer 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. Most techniques here were either low-grade or Yellow Rank.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it wasn’t about the number of techniques but their mastery. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Touching Finger,” “Unmoving Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Movement,” and “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” hadn’t even reached their maximum level yet. Learning more random techniques would only lead to chaos.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he was delighted. There were more books upstairs, and he wanted to take a look. But just as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above can go up. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later,” Lin Fan thought.
He then left, planning to return and study the “Stealth Art” thoroughly.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began practicing the “Stealth Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one could only be done through his own efforts.
As Lin Fan practiced, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Layer 2 (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled happily. Just one practice session, and it leveled up. It was indeed simple.
He also felt some changes within himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings. It seemed the technique was indeed like a chameleon.
However, no matter how much it changed, anyone with eyes could still see that the thing blending into the surroundings was a person.
Lin Fan then multitasked, practicing the “Stealth Art” while also cultivating the Heaven Rank top-grade technique “Formless Demon” he had snatched from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, Heaven Rank top-grade technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Layer 3 (0/2000).”
These two Heaven Rank top-grade techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gained was so minimal that it was almost unbearable.
He wondered when he would be able to level up these two techniques.
Although the first layer of both techniques only required 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torture.
Moreover, the consumption of internal energy during cultivation was significant, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before continuing.
Lin Fan scanned through the entire collection and couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed with Tianfu Academy. All he found were low-grade techniques. How could such a place expect to produce capable students?
Just then, Lin Fan stumbled upon a Yellow Tier Lower technique, and his heart leapt with joy. This was a promising start!
Although Yellow Tier Lower techniques weren’t particularly impressive, finding one among all these subpar manuals was still a testament to his luck.
“Hidden Breath Art”? The name sounded intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Hidden Breath Art” manual and examined it carefully.
The cover was worn and tattered, clearly indicating its age. As Lin Fan flipped open the first page, he began to read.
This technique had been theorized long ago by a former teacher of Tianfu Academy. However, no one had ever successfully cultivated it—except for the very teacher who had created the theory.
Lin Fan quickly grasped the origin of the teacher’s theory: he had once encountered a fierce beast with a unique innate ability. The beast could change its color to blend with its surroundings, effectively becoming invisible to the human eye.
The teacher divided the “Hidden Breath Art” into three stages, each more peculiar than the last. When cultivated to the third stage and the internal energy was activated, the practitioner could truly change their body color to match the surrounding environment.
However, as Lin Fan continued reading, he couldn’t help but feel a bit speechless.
It turned out that the teacher had been killed.
The teacher had once tried to ambush an enemy using the “Hidden Breath Art,” blending completely with the environment, thinking the opponent wouldn’t detect him. But the enemy had pretended not to see him, approached deliberately, and then slashed him down with a single strike.
Before leaving, the enemy had said one last sentence: “Do you think I’m blind?”
Before his death, the teacher had written the “Hidden Breath Art” with his own blood, warning future cultivators to be cautious when practicing this technique.
“This is basically a chameleon technique!” Lin Fan chuckled, finding the teacher’s idea clever, albeit a bit foolish. Even if the chameleon changed color, it was still visible to anyone with sight.
Still, Lin Fan found the technique interesting.
The technique only had three stages, but Lin Fan’s ability to infinitely upgrade it meant he could push it to an absurd level. He decided to learn it.
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my glorious image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the minds of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envy they attract. No sooner had the competition ended than a barrage of nonsensical comments emerged.
Comments like, “A group of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never have a future.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was quite disdainful of these remarks. “I’ll show you all by cultivating a group of outstanding students.”
Today’s discussion greatly benefited the thirteen students. They felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and gave the students half a day off, letting them do whatever they wanted.
During his time at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan regretted not visiting the library to select techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the level of the techniques, Lin Fan never bothered. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to something devastating. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals with royal support. Although the techniques in the library weren’t as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
When Lin Fan registered and entered the library, he was struck by the sight of countless students engrossed in selecting techniques. He sighed deeply.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with technique manuals. Some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the manuals, searching for something suitable.
“Ding, discovered the low-tier technique ‘Crippled Foot.’ Learn?”
“Ding, discovered the low-tier technique ‘Iron Crotch.’ Learn?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-tier Yellow-grade technique ‘Concealment Art.’ Learn?”
From start to finish, Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-tier techniques, how could they produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
However, when Lin Fan discovered a low-tier Yellow-grade technique, he was delighted. It was a good start.
Though the Yellow-grade technique wasn’t impressive, finding one among the pile of mediocre books was still an achievement.
“Concealment Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Concealment Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully practiced it except for the teacher himself.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory was based on encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Concealment Art” into three layers, each more bizarre than the last. By the third layer, one could manipulate their internal energy to blend with the surroundings.
However, when Lin Fan read further, he was dumbfounded.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight, the teacher used the “Concealment Art” to blend in, thinking his opponent wouldn’t see him. But the opponent pretended not to notice and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing him, the opponent left with a remark, “Did you think I was blind?”
Thus, the teacher, in his dying moments, wrote the “Concealment Art” to warn future practitioners to be cautious.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even a chameleon can be seen if one isn’t blind.
Still, the technique was interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique had only three layers, but with his infinite upgrade ability, he could make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Concealment Art.'”
“Concealment Art, Layer 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. Most techniques here were low-tier or Yellow-grade.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it’s not about the number of techniques but their mastery. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Touching Finger,” “Immovable Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Movement,” and “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” hadn’t been maxed out yet. Learning more random techniques would only complicate things.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he was excited. There were more books upstairs. But as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above are allowed upstairs. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later.”
Lin Fan left, determined to study the “Concealment Art” thoroughly.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began practicing the “Concealment Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one required his own effort.
As Lin Fan practiced, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ leveled up.”
“Concealment Art, Layer 2 (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled, pleased that a single practice session had leveled up the technique. It was indeed simple.
He also felt subtle changes within himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings, much like a chameleon.
However, no matter how much he blended in, anyone with decent eyesight could still see him.
Lin Fan multitasked, practicing the “Concealment Art” while also cultivating the top-tier Heaven-grade technique “Formless Demon” he had stolen from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, Heaven-grade technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ leveled up.”
“Concealment Art, Layer 3 (0/2000).”
These two top-tier Heaven-grade techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gains were so minimal that it felt almost unbearable.
He wondered when he would finally level up these techniques.
Although the first layer of each technique required only 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torturous.
Moreover, practicing consumed a significant amount of internal energy, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before resuming his cultivation.
“‘Hidden Breath Art’ Level 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued scanning the first floor of the library. The techniques here were mostly low-grade or Yellow Tier. Many of them had little practical value.
Lin Fan always believed in one principle: quantity was meaningless without quality. He hadn’t even fully upgraded techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Picking Finger,” “Immovable Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Technique,” or “Black Tiger Steals the Heart.” Learning more random techniques now would only be a distraction.
When Lin Fan noticed someone descending from a staircase, he felt a surge of excitement. There must be more books upstairs! However, just as he was about to climb the stairs, an old man with a white beard blocked his path.
“You’re not allowed up there,” the old man said, squinting.
“What do you mean? If they can go up, why can’t I?” Lin Fan retorted, feeling this was blatant discrimination.
“Only those ranked in Class B or higher may enter the upper levels. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and mentally cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.
“You’ll regret this someday.”
With that, Lin Fan left, determined to return and study the “Hidden Breath Art” thoroughly.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began to cultivate the “Hidden Breath Art.”
Unlike other techniques, this one could only be upgraded through personal cultivation.
As Lin Fan activated the “Hidden Breath Art,” his internal energy slowly began to deplete.
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my radiant image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the minds of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envy they attract. No sooner had the competition ended than a barrage of nonsensical comments emerged.
Comments like, “A group of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never have a future.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was utterly disdainful of these remarks. He thought, “I’ll show you by cultivating a group of outstanding students.”
Today’s discourse greatly benefited thirteen students. They felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and gave the students half a day off, letting them do as they pleased.
When Lin Fan was at the Holy Demon Sect, he regretted not going to the library to select techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the grade of the techniques, Lin Fan never bothered. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to something extraordinary. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals with royal support. Although the techniques in the library weren’t as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
When Lin Fan registered and entered the library, he was struck by the sight of countless students engrossed in selecting techniques.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with techniques. Some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books, indicating the scarcity of techniques.
Lin Fan ran his fingers over the techniques, searching for something suitable.
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Crippled Foot.’ Learn?”
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Iron Crotch.’ Learn?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-grade Yellow Rank technique ‘Concealment Art.’ Learn?”
Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-grade techniques, how could they produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
But then, Lin Fan found a low-grade Yellow Rank technique and felt a surge of joy. It was a good start.
Although the Yellow Rank technique wasn’t great, finding one among these shabby books was still an achievement.
“Concealment Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Concealment Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully cultivated it except for the teacher himself.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory was based on encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Concealment Art” into three layers, each more bizarre than the last. Cultivating to the third layer would allow one to change color according to the surroundings by manipulating internal energy.
However, when Lin Fan read further, he was dumbfounded.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight, the teacher used the “Concealment Art” to blend into the surroundings, thinking his enemy wouldn’t see him. But the enemy pretended not to notice and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing the teacher, the enemy left with a parting remark, “You think I’m blind?”
Thus, the teacher, in his dying moments, wrote the “Concealment Art” to warn future cultivators to be cautious.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even a chameleon can be seen if one isn’t blind.
Still, the technique was interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique had only three layers, but with his ability to upgrade infinitely, he could make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Concealment Art.'”
“Concealment Art, Layer 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. Most techniques here were either low-grade or Yellow Rank.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it’s not the quantity but the quality of techniques that matters. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Picking Finger,” “Unmovable Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Technique,” and “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” hadn’t been fully upgraded yet. Learning more random techniques would only complicate things.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he was delighted. There were more books upstairs. But as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above are allowed upstairs. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later,” Lin Fan thought.
He then left, planning to study the “Concealment Art” in detail.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began practicing the “Concealment Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one would require his own effort.
As Lin Fan practiced, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ upgraded.”
“Concealment Art, Layer 2 (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled, pleased that he had upgraded so quickly.
He also felt a subtle change within himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings, much like a chameleon.
However, no matter how he changed, anyone who wasn’t blind could still see that the thing blending into the surroundings was a person.
Lin Fan then multitasked, practicing the “Concealment Art” while also cultivating the top-tier Heaven Rank technique “Formless Demon” he had snatched from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, Heaven Rank technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ upgraded.”
“Concealment Art, Layer 3 (0/2000).”
These two top-tier Heaven Rank techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gained was pitifully small, almost to the point of frustration.
He wondered when he would be able to upgrade these techniques fully.
Although the first layer of both techniques required only 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torture.
Moreover, the consumption of internal energy during cultivation was significant, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before resuming his practice.
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my glorious image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the hearts of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envious people there will be. No sooner had the competition ended than all sorts of nonsensical comments began to surface.
Comments like, “A group of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never have a future.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was utterly disdainful of such remarks. “I, the great one, will cultivate a group of outstanding students to show you all.”
Today’s discourse greatly benefited thirteen students. They felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand grandly, granting the students half a day off to do as they pleased.
During his time at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan regretted not visiting the library to select techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the grade of the techniques, Lin Fan never bothered. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, they could be upgraded infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to something heaven-defying. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals and supported by the royal family. Although the techniques in the library were not as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
After registering and entering the library, Lin Fan was struck by the sight of countless students engrossed in selecting techniques. He sighed deeply.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with technique manuals. Some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the manuals, searching for something suitable.
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Crippled Leg,’ would you like to learn it?”
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Iron Groin,’ would you like to learn it?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-tier Yellow-grade technique ‘Stealth Art,’ would you like to learn it?”
Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-grade techniques, how could they produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
But then, Lin Fan discovered a low-tier Yellow-grade technique and felt a surge of joy. This was a good start.
Although the low-tier Yellow-grade technique wasn’t much, finding one among all these shabby books was still an achievement.
“Stealth Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Stealth Art” and examined it carefully.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully practiced it except for the teacher himself.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory was based on encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Stealth Art” into three layers, each more bizarre than the last. Practicing to the third layer would allow one to change color according to the surroundings by manipulating internal energy.
However, when Lin Fan read further, he was dumbfounded.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight with an enemy, the teacher used the “Stealth Art” to blend into the surroundings, thinking the enemy wouldn’t notice him. But the enemy pretended not to see him and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing the teacher, the enemy left with a parting remark, “You think I’m blind?”
Thus, the teacher, in his dying moments, wrote the “Stealth Art” to warn future practitioners to be cautious.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even a chameleon, though it changes color, can still be seen if one isn’t blind.
But the technique was still interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique had only three layers, but with his infinite upgrades, he could surely make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Stealth Art.'”
“Stealth Art, first layer (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. The techniques here were mostly low-grade or Yellow-grade.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it’s not the quantity but the quality of techniques that matters. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Touching Finger,” “Unmoving Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Technique,” and “Black Tiger’s Heart Grab” were not yet fully upgraded. Learning more miscellaneous techniques would be endless.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he felt a surge of joy. There were more books upstairs, and he could take a look. But just as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, why can’t I?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above can go up. You’re not qualified,” the old man said.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later.”
Lin Fan then left, planning to study the “Stealth Art” in detail.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began practicing the “Stealth Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one relied solely on himself.
As Lin Fan practiced, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ upgraded.”
“Stealth Art, second layer (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction. Just one practice session, and it had already upgraded. It was indeed simple.
Lin Fan also felt some changes within himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings. It seemed the technique was indeed like a chameleon.
But no matter how it changed, as long as one wasn’t blind, they could still see that the thing blending into the surroundings was a person.
Lin Fan then multitasked, practicing the “Stealth Art” while also cultivating the top-tier Heaven-grade technique “Formless Demon” he had snatched from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, Heaven-grade technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ upgraded.”
“Stealth Art, third layer (0/2000).”
These two top-tier Heaven-grade techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gained was so minimal it was almost maddening.
He wondered when he would be able to upgrade these techniques.
Although the first layer of both techniques required only 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torture.
Moreover, practicing consumed a significant amount of internal energy, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before resuming his cultivation.
“‘Hidden Breath Art’ Level 2 (0/1000).”
At this moment, Lin Fan smiled happily. He hadn’t expected to level up so quickly—it was surprisingly easy!
He could already feel subtle changes in himself. His internal energy was beginning to mimic the surrounding environment. Indeed, this technique was like a chameleon.
However, no matter how well it worked, as long as someone wasn’t blind, they could still see that the figure blending into the environment was a person.
Then, Lin Fan multitasked, continuing to cultivate the “Hidden Breath Art” while also practicing the Heaven Tier Upper heart technique “Invisible Devil Art,” which he had taken from Mo Yixuan.
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my glorious image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the minds of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more jealousy they attract. No sooner had the competition ended than all sorts of baseless comments started to emerge.
Comments like, “A group of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never have a bright future.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was quite disdainful of these remarks. He thought, “I’ll show you by nurturing a group of outstanding students.”
Today’s discussion greatly benefited thirteen students. They felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and gave the students half a day off, letting them do as they pleased.
During his time at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan regretted not visiting the library to select techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, he thought, “If I neglect the techniques again, I’ll be struck by lightning.”
As for the grade of the techniques, Lin Fan never cared. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals Peach” could be upgraded to something extraordinary. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals with royal support. Although the techniques in the library weren’t as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
When Lin Fan registered and entered the library, he was struck by the sight of countless students engrossed in selecting techniques. He couldn’t help but marvel.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with technique manuals. Some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the manuals, searching for something suitable.
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Heavenly Crippled Leg.’ Learn it?”
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Iron Crotch.’ Learn it?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-grade Yellow-tier technique ‘Stealth Art.’ Learn it?”
Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-grade techniques, how could they produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
However, at that moment, Lin Fan discovered a low-grade Yellow-tier technique and felt a surge of joy. It was a good start.
Although the low-grade Yellow-tier technique wasn’t much, finding one among all these mediocre books was still an achievement.
“Stealth Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Stealth Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading carefully.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully practiced it except for the teacher who proposed it.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory was based on encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Stealth Art” into three layers, each more peculiar than the last. By the third layer, one could manipulate internal energy to blend with the surroundings.
However, when Lin Fan read further, he was dumbfounded.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight, the teacher used the “Stealth Art” to blend into the surroundings, thinking his enemy wouldn’t notice. But the enemy pretended not to see him, approached deliberately, and struck him down.
After killing him, the enemy left with a remark, “You think I’m blind?”
Thus, the teacher, in his dying moments, wrote the “Stealth Art” to warn future practitioners to be cautious.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even if a chameleon changes color, as long as you’re not blind, you can still see it.
Still, the technique was interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique had only three layers, but with his ability to upgrade infinitely, he could make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Stealth Art.'”
“Stealth Art, Level 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. Most of the techniques here were either low-grade or Yellow-tier.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it’s not about the number of techniques but their mastery. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Touching Finger,” “Unmovable Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Movement,” and “Black Tiger Steals Heart” hadn’t even reached their maximum level yet. Learning more random techniques would only complicate things.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he was delighted. There were more books upstairs. But just as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above are allowed upstairs. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later,” Lin Fan thought.
He then left, planning to return and study the “Stealth Art” thoroughly.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began practicing the “Stealth Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one required his own effort.
As Lin Fan practiced, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Level 2 (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled, pleased that he had leveled up so quickly. It was indeed simple.
He also noticed subtle changes in himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings. It seemed the technique was indeed like a chameleon.
However, no matter how much he changed, as long as someone wasn’t blind, they could still see him as a person blending into the environment.
Lin Fan then multitasked, practicing the “Stealth Art” while also cultivating the high-grade Heaven-tier technique “Formless Demon” he had taken from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, high-grade Heaven-tier technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Level 3 (0/2000).”
These two high-grade Heaven-tier techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gains were so minimal that it was almost unbearable.
He wondered when he would finally level up these techniques.
Although the first level of both techniques required only 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torturous.
Moreover, practicing consumed a significant amount of internal energy, forcing him to pause frequently to recover before resuming his cultivation.
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my glorious image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the minds of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envious people there will be. As soon as the competition ended, all sorts of nonsensical comments started to surface.
Comments like, “A bunch of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never amount to anything.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan couldn’t care less about these remarks. He was determined to cultivate a group of outstanding students to show them all.
Today’s discussion greatly benefited thirteen students. They felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and gave the students half a day off, letting them do whatever they wanted.
During his time at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan regretted not going to the library to select techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he ignored the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the level of the techniques, Lin Fan never bothered. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to something devastating. There was no technique he couldn’t master.
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals and supported by the royal family. Although the techniques in the library weren’t as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
When Lin Fan registered and entered the library, he was amazed by the sea of students engrossed in selecting techniques.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with technique manuals. Some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the manuals, searching for something suitable.
“Ding, discovered the low-tier technique ‘Crippled Foot,’ would you like to learn it?”
“Ding, discovered the low-tier technique ‘Iron Crotch,’ would you like to learn it?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-grade Yellow-tier technique ‘Stealth Art,’ would you like to learn it?”
Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-tier techniques, how could they possibly produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
But then, Lin Fan discovered a low-grade Yellow-tier technique and felt a surge of joy. It was a good start.
Although the low-grade Yellow-tier technique wasn’t much, finding one among all these mediocre books was still an achievement.
“Stealth Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Stealth Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully mastered it. The only practitioner was the teacher who came up with the theory.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory was based on encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, essentially disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Stealth Art” into three layers, each more bizarre than the last. By the third layer, one could manipulate their internal energy to blend with the surroundings.
But when Lin Fan read further, he was dumbfounded.
The teacher had been killed.
During a fight, the teacher used the “Stealth Art” to blend in with the environment, thinking his opponent wouldn’t notice him. However, the opponent pretended not to see him and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing the teacher, the opponent left with a remark, “You think I’m blind?”
Before his death, the teacher wrote the “Stealth Art” as a warning to future practitioners to be cautious.
“Isn’t this just a chameleon?” Lin Fan chuckled, thinking the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even if a chameleon changes color, as long as you’re not blind, you can still see it.
But the technique was interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique only had three layers, but with his ability to upgrade infinitely, he could surely make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Stealth Art.'”
“Stealth Art, Layer 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library. Most techniques here were either low-tier or Yellow-tier.
Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it’s not about the number of techniques but their mastery. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower Plucking Finger,” “Unmoving Emperor Fist,” “Illusionary Movement,” and “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” hadn’t even reached their full potential. Learning more random techniques would only lead to chaos.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he was delighted. There were more books upstairs, and he wanted to take a look. But just as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above are allowed upstairs. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later,” Lin Fan thought.
He then left, planning to return and study the “Stealth Art” thoroughly.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began practicing the “Stealth Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one would require his own effort.
As Lin Fan practiced, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ has leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Layer 2 (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled, pleased that simply practicing had led to an upgrade. It was indeed straightforward.
He also noticed subtle changes in himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings, much like a chameleon.
But no matter how much he changed, as long as someone wasn’t blind, they could still see that the thing blending into the environment was a person.
Lin Fan then multitasked, practicing the “Stealth Art” while also cultivating the high-grade Heaven-tier technique “Formless Demon” he had snatched from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, high-grade Heaven-tier technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Stealth Art’ has leveled up.”
“Stealth Art, Layer 3 (0/2000).”
These two high-grade Heaven-tier techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gains were so minimal that it was almost unbearable.
He had no idea when he would be able to level up these two techniques.
Although the first layer of both techniques only required 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torture.
Moreover, the consumption of internal energy during practice was significant, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before resuming his cultivation.
…
After the profound lesson on this martial arts stage, my glorious image has undoubtedly been deeply imprinted in the minds of most students.
Of course, the more flawless a person is, the more envy they attract. No sooner had the competition ended than all sorts of nonsensical comments began to surface.
Comments like, “A bunch of mediocre students, no matter how hard they try, will never amount to anything.”
“Talent determines everything; a pheasant can never become a phoenix,” and so on.
…
Lin Fan was utterly disdainful of such remarks. “I’ll show you all by cultivating a group of outstanding students.”
Today’s discourse greatly benefited thirteen students, who felt they had found a life mentor, a teacher who truly understood them.
After the competition, Lin Fan waved his hand and granted the students half a day off, letting them do as they pleased.
During his time at the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan regretted not visiting the library to select techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected the techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.
As for the grade of the techniques, Lin Fan never bothered. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. After all, he could upgrade them infinitely. Even the lowly “Monkey Steals the Peach” could be upgraded to something devastating. What technique couldn’t he master?
The Tianfu Academy was established by powerful individuals with royal support. Although the techniques in the library weren’t as comprehensive as those in the Holy Demon Sect, they were still formidable.
When Lin Fan entered the library after registering, he was struck by the sight of countless students engrossed in their chosen techniques. He couldn’t help but marvel.
The library was vast, with rows of shelves filled with technique manuals. Some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed that techniques were indeed scarce.
Lin Fan’s fingers brushed over the manuals, searching for something suitable.
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Heavenly Crippled Kick.’ Learn?”
“Ding, discovered the low-grade technique ‘Iron Crotch.’ Learn?”
…
“Ding, discovered the low-grade Yellow Rank technique ‘Concealment Art.’ Learn?”
Lin Fan was somewhat impressed by the Tianfu Academy. With all these low-grade techniques, how could they produce good students? It was truly disappointing.
But then, Lin Fan discovered a Yellow Rank technique and felt a surge of joy. It was a good start.
Although the Yellow Rank technique wasn’t much, finding one among all these mediocre books was still an achievement.
“Concealment Art”? The name seemed intriguing.
Lin Fan pulled out the “Concealment Art” and examined it closely.
The cover was worn, indicating its age. Lin Fan flipped to the first page and began reading.
This technique was theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had successfully cultivated it except for the teacher himself.
Lin Fan quickly understood that the teacher’s theory was based on encountering a beast with the ability to change its color according to its surroundings, effectively disappearing from sight.
The teacher divided the “Concealment Art” into three layers, each more bizarre than the last. Cultivating to the third layer and circulating internal energy could indeed change one’s color according to the surroundings.
But when Lin Fan read further, he was dumbfounded.
The teacher had been killed.
During a duel, the teacher used the “Concealment Art” to blend into the surroundings, thinking his opponent wouldn’t notice him. But the opponent pretended not to see him and, when close enough, struck him down.
After killing the teacher, the opponent left with a parting remark, “You think I’m blind?”
Thus, the teacher, in his dying moments, wrote the “Concealment Art” to warn future cultivators to be cautious.
“This is just a chameleon,” Lin Fan chuckled, feeling the teacher’s idea was clever but somewhat foolish. Even a chameleon, though it changes color, can still be seen if one isn’t blind.
But the technique was still interesting, and Lin Fan was intrigued.
The technique had only three layers, but with his ability to upgrade infinitely, he could surely make it extraordinary. He decided to learn it.
“Ding, congratulations on learning ‘Concealment Art.'”
“Concealment Art, Layer 1 (0/100).”
Lin Fan continued to scour the first floor of the library, where most techniques were low-grade or Yellow Rank.
Many had little practical value. Lin Fan always believed that it wasn’t about the number of techniques but their mastery. Techniques like “Chasing Wind Sword,” “Flower-Touching Finger,” “Unmoving Emperor Fist,” “Illusory Body Technique,” and “Black Tiger Steals the Heart” weren’t yet maxed out. Learning more random techniques would only lead to chaos.
When Lin Fan saw someone descending from a staircase, he was delighted. There were more books upstairs. But as he was about to ascend, an old man with a white beard stopped him.
“You can’t go up,” the old man said, squinting.
“Why? They can go up, but I can’t?” Lin Fan was indignant. Was this discrimination?
“Only those in Class B or above can enter. You’re not qualified,” the old man replied.
Lin Fan glanced at the old man’s crotch and silently cursed his ancestors.
“I’ll make you cry later.”
Lin Fan left, determined to study the “Concealment Art” thoroughly.
…
Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began circulating the “Concealment Art.”
Unlike other techniques, upgrading this one relied solely on himself.
As Lin Fan circulated the technique, his internal energy gradually decreased.
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ upgraded.”
“Concealment Art, Layer 2 (0/1000).”
Lin Fan smiled, pleased that a single circulation had upgraded the technique. It was indeed simple.
He also felt subtle changes within himself. His internal energy was mimicking the surroundings. The technique was essentially like a chameleon.
But no matter how it changed, anyone who wasn’t blind could still see that the thing blending into the surroundings was a person.
Lin Fan then multitasked, circulating the “Concealment Art” while cultivating the Heaven Rank top-grade heart technique “Formless Demon” he had stolen from Mo Yixuan.
“Ding, congratulations, Heaven Rank top-grade heart technique ‘Formless Demon’ experience +10.”
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ experience +100.”
…
“Ding, congratulations, ‘Concealment Art’ upgraded.”
“Concealment Art, Layer 3 (0/2000).”
These two Heaven Rank top-grade heart techniques were giving Lin Fan a headache. The experience gained was so minimal it was almost unbearable.
He wondered when he would finally upgrade these techniques.
Although the first layer of both techniques required only 100,000 experience, gaining it ten points at a time was torturous.
Moreover, cultivating them consumed a significant amount of internal energy, forcing him to stop frequently to recover before resuming cultivation.
“‘Hidden Breath Art’ Level 3 (0/2000).”
Cultivating these two Heaven Tier Upper techniques gave Lin Fan a headache because the experience gain was extremely slow—so slow it was almost unbearable.
He had no idea when he would ever complete the upgrades for both techniques.
Even though the first level of each technique only required 100,000 experience points, gaining them ten points at a time felt like a torment.
Moreover, the cultivation process consumed a significant amount of internal energy, forcing Lin Fan to frequently pause and recover before resuming his training.
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