Lin Fan never expected that in the blink of an eye, his secondary profession would level up so suddenly, catching everyone completely off guard.
“Today’s class is over. I hope that when I come back to the classroom this afternoon, you’ll all be here—no one missing.” Now that he was officially a Virtuous Master, he had to maintain an air of authority. After all, the saying goes, “A strict teacher produces outstanding students”—there was indeed some truth to that.
“Yes, Teacher.”
“Teacher, please take care on your way…”
Feeling the admiration and respect in his students’ gazes, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction. Indeed, motivational speeches were timeless treasures. Just one bowl of this “spiritual chicken soup” could lift anyone’s spirits, no matter how great the setbacks, making them feel as energized as if they’d received a shot of adrenaline.
Although he was using the identity of a teacher to conceal his true self, now that he had the power of a Virtuous Master, Lin Fan didn’t mind nurturing a few promising students.
These students, considered untalented and even worthless in the eyes of others, would likely go nowhere in life without a Virtuous Master like himself to guide and inspire them.
As Lin Fan walked along, he carefully examined the details of his upgraded secondary profession.
What began as a simple investigation soon revealed that the Mentor profession was far more complex than he had initially thought.
…
After the students respectfully watched their teacher leave, the thirteen of them exchanged glances, clenched their fists, and placed them over their hearts.
“From today on, I will become a new person. I refuse to be a waste of space anymore.”
Lin Fan didn’t expect that in the blink of an eye, the secondary profession mentor had upgraded so abruptly, leaving no time for preparation.
“Today’s lesson ends here. I hope that by the time I arrive in the classroom this afternoon, all of you will be present without fail.” Now that he was a wise mentor, it was only natural to maintain a sense of authority. The saying that strict teachers produce outstanding students is not without reason.
“Yes, teacher.”
“Teacher, take care…”
Feeling the students’ adoring and respectful gazes, Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. The “soul soup” was indeed an eternal remedy. Just a bowl of it could uplift one’s spirits, even after a devastating blow, making one feel as energized as if injected with adrenaline.
Although he had used the teacher’s role to conceal his identity, now that he possessed the abilities of a wise mentor, Lin Fan didn’t mind nurturing a few good students.
These students, considered worthless by those around them, would likely remain so for the rest of their lives if not guided by a mentor with a radiant aura.
As for the upgrade of his secondary profession, Lin Fan decided to study it thoroughly while walking.
After a brief examination, Lin Fan found that the secondary profession mentor seemed more complex than he had initially thought.
…
After respectfully watching their teacher leave, the thirteen students exchanged glances and then clenched their fists over their chests.
“From today onwards, I will turn over a new leaf. I refuse to be a failure.”
“That’s right, don’t underestimate the youth in their poverty. I’m going to Class C to tell that guy not to look down on me.”
“Let’s go…”
Subsequently, the students, successfully brainwashed by Lin Fan, declared their intentions to those who had once humiliated them, as if possessed by divine spirits.
“Don’t underestimate the youth in their poverty…”
After the secondary profession mentor advanced to a wise mentor, it gained several major functions.
**Enlightenment:** Can impart one of his own learnings to a disciple, allowing the disciple to master it, with the skill’s limit increased by three levels beyond the original.
**Insight:** Through patient guidance and storytelling, can enhance a disciple’s insight.
**Encouraging Hand:** When a student reports their achievements to the mentor, hoping for recognition, the mentor can lightly pat the student’s head to improve their aptitude. (A wise mentor can elevate a student to genius aptitude.)
Lin Fan found these three abilities to be quite extraordinary.
Especially Insight and Encouraging Hand, which were downright heaven-defying. A person’s aptitude is innate, determined at birth.
Unless one consumes the saint-level elixir “Supreme Pill” to alter their aptitude, there’s no other way.
Lin Fan had also researched aptitude levels: Mediocre, Genius, Prodigy, and Legendary Prodigy.
These four levels were something Lin Fan had heard from his seniors. Now, as a wise mentor, he could elevate his disciples’ aptitude to the genius level.
His current thirteen students hadn’t even reached the Postnatal Realm, which was rare at their age. They were probably beyond just being mediocre.
If there were another level, these thirteen disciples would likely be considered fools.
In the Tianfu Academy, classes are divided into A, B, C, and D, each with hundreds or thousands of students. Class D students were essentially the discarded ones, as the academy had no strict admission criteria—anyone of the right age could enroll.
Given the population base of the Great Yan Dynasty, if everyone enrolled, the Tianfu Academy would be overwhelmed. However, some children with poor aptitude gave up on cultivation, opting for small businesses or studies, hoping to secure a minor official position in the future.
After thoroughly studying the three major functions of the wise mentor, Lin Fan felt more confident.
The Enlightenment function was quite useful. For example, if he imparted the “Titanium Demon Body” to his students, they could master it up to the sixth level, which would be a remarkable achievement for most.
Of course, Lin Fan’s own exceptional abilities were not to be included in this comparison.
Not long after, Lin Fan arrived at the Tianfu Academy’s cafeteria, which was reserved for teachers. Most students lived at home, while those who stayed on campus could dine there for a fee.
Lin Fan observed the cafeteria, noticing both teachers and students.
The students, dressed in Class A attire, exuded an impressive aura, a stark contrast to the students he taught.
First Level of the Innate Realm.
Second Level of the Innate Realm.
…
Lin Fan scanned the room, noticing that most were at the Innate Realm. In the Tianfu Academy, they were considered outstanding, but compared to the Holy Demon Sect, there was still a significant gap.
He wondered if there were any hidden experts among them.
As Lin Fan was observing his surroundings, a man sitting next to him looked at him curiously and asked, “Are you a new teacher?”
“Yes,” Lin Fan replied with a smile.
Fifth Level of the Innate Realm.
His cultivation level was decent, but still average.
“I thought I hadn’t seen you before. I’m Liu Qingfeng, a teacher from Class B3,” Liu Qingfeng said with a smile.
“Lin Fan, teacher of Class D1,” Lin Fan introduced himself.
Upon hearing “Class D1,” Liu Qingfeng was slightly taken aback, showing a hint of disdain. His previously warm demeanor quickly cooled.
Lin Fan shook his head, not taking it to heart. He wasn’t particularly interested in this Fifth Level Innate Realm guy.
With the “Indestructible Demon Body” at the second level, the Fifth Level Innate Realm didn’t offer much experience.
He couldn’t be bothered.
However, even Buddha has a temper, and as a sacred and honorable teacher, Lin Fan naturally had his own.
Liu Qingfeng and a few other teachers chatted among themselves, not caring that Lin Fan was present, and openly criticized Class D.
“Those students in Class D, I don’t know what they’re thinking. With mediocre aptitude, they have no hope in martial arts.”
“Failures among failures. Out of hundreds of classes, there are hardly any teachers.”
“Can those even be called teachers? They’re only at the Postnatal Realm. The worst student in my class is at the First Level of the Innate Realm. There’s no comparison.”
…
Lin Fan sat nearby, eating his meal, feeling that these words were particularly grating.
If it weren’t for the fact that “Monkey Steals the Peach” had advanced and was considered inauspicious, he would have given each of them a taste. These guys were flaunting their superiority right in front of him, which annoyed Lin Fan.
Back in the Holy Demon Sect, no one would look down on outer disciples. But here in the Tianfu Academy, they were actually ostracizing them.
From this, Lin Fan could see that the Tianfu Academy had no hope of surpassing those sects.
Could these snobbish teachers even compare to him?
The difference in professional ethics was like night and day.
“Let’s go…”
Inspired and seemingly brainwashed by Lin Fan, the group of students, now filled with newfound determination, swore vengeance against those who had once humiliated them.
“Don’t underestimate the poor youth…”
After advancing from Mentor to Virtuous Master, Lin Fan unlocked several powerful abilities:
**Crowning:** He could pass on one of his skills to a disciple, allowing them to begin learning it. The maximum level of the skill could be raised by three tiers beyond the disciple’s original limit.
Lin Fan didn’t expect that in the blink of an eye, the secondary profession mentor had upgraded so starkly, leaving no room for preparation.
“Today’s lesson ends here. I hope that by the time I return to the classroom this afternoon, all of you will be present without exception.” Now that he was a wise mentor, it was only natural to exude authority. The saying that strict teachers produce outstanding students is not without reason.
“Yes, teacher.”
“Teacher, take care…”
Feeling the students’ admiring and respectful gazes, Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the “soul soup” was indeed an eternal remedy. Just a bowl of it could uplift one’s spirits, even after suffering a great blow, making one feel as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
Although he used the role of a teacher to conceal his true identity, now that he possessed the abilities of a wise mentor, Lin Fan didn’t mind nurturing a few good students.
These students, with their poor talents and seen as failures by those around them, would likely remain that way for the rest of their lives if not guided by a mentor with a radiant aura.
As for the upgrade of his secondary profession, Lin Fan decided to study it thoroughly while walking.
After a brief examination, Lin Fan found that the secondary profession mentor was more complex than he had initially thought, not as simple as he had imagined.
…
After the students respectfully watched their teacher leave, the thirteen students exchanged glances and then clenched their fists over their chests.
“From today onwards, I will turn over a new leaf. I refuse to be a failure.”
“Exactly, don’t underestimate the youth. I’m going to Class C to tell that guy not to look down on me.”
“Let’s go…”
Thus, a group of students, successfully brainwashed by Lin Fan, declared to those who had once humiliated them as if they were possessed by divine spirits.
“Don’t underestimate the youth…”
After the secondary profession mentor advanced to a wise mentor, it gained several major functions.
**Enlightenment**: Can impart one of his own learned skills to a disciple, allowing the disciple to master it, with the skill’s limit increased by three levels from the original.
**Insight**: Through patient guidance and storytelling, can enhance a disciple’s insight.
**Encouraging Hand**: When a student reports their achievements to their mentor, hoping for recognition, the mentor can lightly pat the student’s head to improve their talent. (A wise mentor can elevate a disciple to genius-level talent.)
Lin Fan found these three abilities to be quite extraordinary.
Especially **Insight** and **Encouraging Hand**, which were downright heaven-defying. A person’s talent is innate, determined at birth, unless altered by a saint-level pill like the “Supreme Pill,” which can change one’s inherent talent.
Lin Fan had also researched talent levels: Mediocre, Genius, Peerless Prodigy, and Once-in-a-Millennium Prodigy.
These four levels were something Lin Fan had heard from his seniors. Now, as a wise mentor, he could elevate his disciples’ talents to the genius level.
His current thirteen students hadn’t even reached the Postnatal Realm, which was rare at their age. They were likely not just mediocre but perhaps even below that.
If there were another level, his thirteen disciples might be considered downright inept.
In the Tianfu Academy, classes were divided into A, B, C, and D, with hundreds or even thousands of students in each level. The D-class students were essentially the cast-offs, as the academy had no strict admission requirements—anyone of the right age could enroll.
Given the population of the Great Yan Dynasty, if everyone enrolled, the academy wouldn’t be able to sustain itself. However, some children with poor talents gave up on cultivation, opting for small businesses or studies, hoping to secure a minor official position in the future.
After thoroughly studying the three major functions of the wise mentor, Lin Fan felt more confident.
The **Enlightenment** function was quite useful. For example, if he imparted the “Titanium Demon Body” to his students, they could advance it from three levels to six, which would be a monumental achievement for most people.
Of course, Lin Fan’s own exceptional abilities were in a league of their own.
Not long after, Lin Fan arrived at the Tianfu Academy’s cafeteria, which was reserved for teachers. Most students lived at home, while those who stayed on campus could pay to eat there.
Lin Fan observed the cafeteria, noticing both teachers and students.
The students, dressed in A-class attire, exuded an air of superiority, a stark contrast to the students he taught.
First-level Innate Realm.
Second-level Innate Realm.
…
Lin Fan scanned the room, noticing that most were in the Innate Realm. In the Tianfu Academy, they were considered talented, but compared to the Holy Demon Sect, there was still a significant gap.
He wondered if there were any hidden experts among them.
As Lin Fan was observing his surroundings, a man sitting next to him looked at him curiously and asked, “Are you a new teacher?”
“Yes,” Lin Fan replied with a smile.
Fifth-level Innate Realm.
His cultivation level was decent, but nothing extraordinary.
“I thought I hadn’t seen you before. I’m Liu Qingfeng, the teacher of Class B3,” Liu Qingfeng said with a smile.
“Lin Fan, teacher of Class D1,” Lin Fan introduced himself.
Upon hearing “Class D1,” Liu Qingfeng was momentarily stunned, his expression turning slightly disdainful. The previously warm Liu Qingfeng suddenly lost his enthusiasm.
Lin Fan shook his head, not letting it bother him. He wasn’t particularly interested in this fifth-level Innate Realm guy.
His “Indestructible Demon Body” had already reached the second level, so the fifth-level Innate Realm didn’t offer much experience.
He couldn’t be bothered.
However, even Buddha has his limits, and as a sacred and honorable teacher, Lin Fan naturally had his temper.
Liu Qingfeng and a few other teachers were chatting, not even acknowledging Lin Fan’s presence, and were openly criticizing Class D.
“Those students in Class D, I don’t know what they’re thinking. With their mediocre talents, they have no hope in martial arts.”
“Failures among failures. Out of hundreds of classes, there are hardly any teachers.”
“Can those even be called teachers? They’re all just in the Postnatal Realm. The worst student in my class is already in the first-level Innate Realm. There’s no comparison.”
…
Lin Fan sat nearby, eating his meal, feeling increasingly irritated by their words.
If it weren’t for the fact that “Monkey Steals the Peach” had advanced and was too cruel, he would have given them a taste of it. These guys were flaunting their superiority right in front of him, which displeased Lin Fan.
Back in the Holy Demon Sect, no one would look down on outer disciples. But here in the Tianfu Academy, they were openly ostracizing them.
From this, Lin Fan could see that the Tianfu Academy had no hope of surpassing the major sects.
Could these snobbish teachers even compare to him?
The difference in professional ethics was like night and day.
**Encouragement Touch:** When a disciple reports their achievements to their master, a gentle touch on the disciple’s head from the master could enhance their innate talent. (A Virtuous Master could elevate a disciple’s talent to the level of a genius.)
Looking at these three abilities, Lin Fan felt they were truly overpowered.
Lin Fan didn’t expect that in the blink of an eye, the mentor of his secondary profession had upgraded so abruptly, leaving him completely unprepared.
“Today’s lesson ends here. I hope that by the time I return to the classroom this afternoon, all of you will be present without fail.” Now that he was a wise mentor, it was only natural for him to exude authority. The saying that strict mentors produce outstanding students wasn’t without reason.
“Yes, teacher.”
“Teacher, take care…”
Feeling the students’ admiring and respectful gazes, Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the “soul soup” was indeed an eternal remedy. Just one bowl of this motivational broth could uplift anyone, even after suffering a massive blow, making them as spirited as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
Although he had used the teacher’s role to conceal his true identity, now that he possessed the abilities of a wise mentor, Lin Fan didn’t mind nurturing a few good students.
These students, who were seen as hopeless and worthless by those around them, would likely remain that way for the rest of their lives if not guided by a mentor shining with brilliance.
As he walked, Lin Fan took the time to thoroughly study the upgrade of his secondary profession.
Upon closer examination, he found that the role of the secondary profession mentor was more complex than he had initially thought, not as simple as he had imagined.
…
After the students respectfully watched their teacher leave, the thirteen of them exchanged glances and then clenched their fists over their chests.
“From today onward, I will turn over a new leaf. I refuse to be a failure.”
“That’s right, don’t underestimate the youth in their poverty. I’m going to Class C to tell that guy not to look down on me.”
“Let’s go…”
Thus, the group of students, successfully brainwashed by Lin Fan, declared their intentions to those who had once humiliated them, as if possessed by divine inspiration.
“Don’t underestimate the youth in their poverty…”
After the secondary profession mentor advanced to the level of a wise mentor, it gained several major functions.
**Enlightenment:** The mentor could impart one of their own skills to a disciple, allowing the disciple to master it. The skill’s limit could be raised by three levels beyond its original foundation.
**Insight:** Through patient guidance and storytelling, the mentor could enhance a disciple’s comprehension.
**Encouraging Hand:** When a student reported their achievements to their mentor, hoping for recognition, the mentor could gently pat the student’s head, thereby improving the student’s innate talent. (A wise mentor could elevate a student to the level of a genius.)
Lin Fan found these three abilities to be incredibly powerful, especially **Insight** and **Encouraging Hand**, which seemed almost heaven-defying. A person’s innate talent was determined at birth, and unless one consumed the legendary “Supreme Pill,” there was no way to alter it.
Lin Fan had also researched the levels of talent: Mediocre, Genius, Peerless Prodigy, and Once-in-a-Millennium Prodigy. He had heard about these from his seniors. Now, as a wise mentor, he could elevate his disciples’ talent to the level of a genius.
His current thirteen students hadn’t even reached the Postnatal Realm, which was rare at their age. They were likely not just mediocre but perhaps even below that. If there were another level, they might be considered downright inept.
In the Tianfu Academy, there were hundreds or even thousands of classes in each of the four levels: A, B, C, and D. The students in Class D were essentially the rejects. The academy had no strict admission requirements—anyone of the right age could enroll. Given the population of the Great Yan Dynasty, if everyone were to enroll, the academy wouldn’t be able to accommodate them all. Some children with poor talent simply gave up on cultivation, opting instead for small businesses or scholarly pursuits, hoping to secure a minor official position in the future.
After thoroughly understanding the three major functions of the wise mentor, Lin Fan felt more confident.
The **Enlightenment** function was quite useful. For example, if he imparted the “Titanium Demon Body” to his students, they could train it up to the sixth level, whereas the original limit was only three. For ordinary people, this would be an extraordinary achievement.
Of course, Lin Fan, being the anomaly he was, didn’t count.
Not long after, Lin Fan arrived at the Tianfu Academy’s cafeteria, which was reserved for teachers. Most students lived at home, and those who stayed on campus could pay to eat there.
Lin Fan observed the cafeteria. There were both teachers and students present. The students, dressed in Class A attire, exuded an air of distinction, a stark contrast to the students he taught.
First Level of the Innate Realm.
Second Level of the Innate Realm.
…
Lin Fan scanned the room. Most were at the Innate Realm, considered top talents in the Tianfu Academy. However, compared to the Saint Demon Sect, they still fell short.
He wondered if there were any hidden experts among them.
As Lin Fan was observing his surroundings, a man sitting next to him looked at him curiously and asked, “Are you a new teacher?”
“Yes,” Lin Fan replied with a smile.
Fifth Level of the Innate Realm.
His cultivation level was decent, but nothing extraordinary.
“I thought I hadn’t seen you before. I’m Liu Qingfeng, a teacher from Class B, Section 3,” the man introduced himself with a smile.
“Lin Fan, teacher of Class D, Section 1,” Lin Fan replied.
Upon hearing that Lin Fan taught Class D, Liu Qingfeng was momentarily taken aback, his expression turning slightly disdainful. The initial warmth in his demeanor quickly faded.
Lin Fan shook his head, not letting it bother him. He wasn’t particularly interested in this Fifth Level Innate Realm guy anyway.
His “Indestructible Demon Body” had already reached the second level, and the experience gained from a Fifth Level Innate Realm cultivator wasn’t significant.
He couldn’t be bothered.
However, even Buddha has his limits, and as a sacred and honorable teacher, Lin Fan naturally had his own temper.
Liu Qingfeng and a few other teachers were chatting among themselves, not even acknowledging Lin Fan’s presence, and openly disparaging Class D.
“Those students in Class D, I don’t know what they’re thinking. With their mediocre talent, they have no hope in martial arts.”
“Trash among trash. Out of hundreds of classes, there are hardly any teachers.”
“Can those even be called teachers? They’re only at the Postnatal Realm. The worst student in my class is already at the First Level of the Innate Realm. There’s no comparison.”
…
Lin Fan sat nearby, eating his meal. For some reason, their words felt particularly grating.
If it weren’t for the fact that “Monkey Steals the Peach” had advanced and was now too powerful to use lightly, he would have given each of them a taste of it. These guys were flaunting their superiority right in front of him, which irked Lin Fan.
Back in the Saint Demon Sect, no one would look down on outer disciples. But here in the Tianfu Academy, they were openly ostracizing them.
From this, Lin Fan could already tell that the Tianfu Academy had no hope of surpassing the major sects.
Could these snobbish teachers even compare to him?
The difference in professional integrity was like night and day.
Unless one could obtain a Saint-level pill like the “Supreme Pill” to alter their innate talent, there was no other way to change it.
Lin Fan had studied talent classifications before: Mediocrity, Genius, Extraordinary Genius, and Millennium Genius.
His mentor profession, now at the Virtuous Master level, could elevate his disciples’ talent to the Genius level.
As for his current thirteen students, none had even reached the Late Foundation stage at their age—an extremely rare situation. They were clearly not just “mediocre.”
If there were an even lower category, perhaps they would be classified as “hopeless fools.”
In Tianfu Academy, classes were divided into Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding levels, each containing hundreds or even thousands of classes. Students in the Ding-level classes were mostly considered discarded talents. The academy had minimal entry requirements—anyone of the appropriate age could enroll.
Considering the population base of the Yan Empire, if everyone enrolled, Tianfu Academy wouldn’t be able to handle it. Many children with poor talent simply gave up on cultivation and instead pursued trades or scholarly paths, hoping to land a government position through luck and study.
After thoroughly understanding the three abilities of the Virtuous Master, Lin Fan felt confident in his plan.
The Crowning ability was quite useful. For example, if he passed on the “Titan-grade Demon Body” technique to his students, they could advance it from its original limit of three layers to six layers—an incredible achievement for ordinary cultivators.
Of course, Lin Fan himself was an exception to the rule.
Soon after, Lin Fan arrived at the academy’s cafeteria, which was reserved for teachers, though some students also dined there if they paid.
Most students lived at home, while those who boarded simply paid for meals.
Lin Fan observed the scene around him. There were teachers and students alike.
The students present looked impressive, wearing the uniforms of the Jia-level classes. Compared to his own students, they were like beings from different worlds.
Late Foundation Stage One.
Late Foundation Stage Two…
Lin Fan scanned the room. Most of the students were at the Late Foundation Stage. In Tianfu Academy, they were considered exceptionally talented. But compared to the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect, they still had a long way to go.
Whether there were hidden experts among them remained to be seen.
As Lin Fan was observing, a man sitting beside him glanced over in curiosity and asked, “Are you the new teacher?”
“Yeah,” Lin Fan replied with a smile.
Late Foundation Stage Five.
His cultivation was decent, but still just average.
“I thought I hadn’t seen you before. I’m Liu Qingfeng, teacher of Class Three, Yi-level,” the man introduced himself with a smile.
“Teacher of Class One, Ding-level, Lin Fan.”
As Lin Fan mentioned “Ding-level Class One,” Liu Qingfeng’s expression shifted slightly. A hint of disdain flickered across his face, and his previously warm demeanor cooled instantly.
Shaking his head, Lin Fan didn’t dwell on it. He had little interest in someone at Late Foundation Stage Five anyway.
His “Indestructible Demon Body” was already at level two. Someone at Late Foundation Stage Five wouldn’t give him much experience.
He had no desire to engage.
However, even a Buddha has his limits. As a noble and respected teacher, Lin Fan naturally had his pride.
Liu Qingfeng and a few other teachers continued chatting, completely ignoring Lin Fan’s presence, and began criticizing the Ding-level students.
“The students in Ding-level… I don’t know what they’re thinking. They’re all mediocre talents with no future in martial cultivation.”
“Absolute wastes. Out of hundreds of classes, even the teachers are few and far between.”
“Can those even be called teachers? Most of them are just at the Early Foundation Stage. The worst student in my class is already at Late Foundation Stage One. There’s just no comparison.”
…
Lin Fan continued eating his meal, but for some reason, those words felt particularly grating.
If it weren’t for the fact that his “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique had recently advanced and might bring heavenly retribution, he’d have been tempted to teach each of them a lesson.
These people were flaunting their superiority right in front of him, which Lin Fan found quite annoying.
Back at the Holy Demon Sect, even outer disciples were never looked down upon. Yet here at Tianfu Academy, there was such blatant discrimination.
From this alone, Lin Fan could tell that Tianfu Academy had no hope of surpassing the great sects.
How could teachers like these, who looked down on others with such arrogance, possibly compare to him?
The difference in professionalism was like night and day—completely incomparable.
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