The story of “Eternal Life” always made Lin Fan feel somewhat agitated, but the initial plot was quite harmonious. A slave entering the immortal sect was such an inspiring tale.
The students were gradually drawn into the story. Especially when Lin Fan described the protagonist, Fang Han, and the oppression he endured as a slave, one student seemed to resonate deeply.
Noticing the fluctuation, Lin Fan glanced a few times toward the source.
Zhui Mo.
A peculiar name, and the only student whose name Lin Fan had never mispronounced.
Zhui Mo had an ordinary appearance, his face gaunt, but his eyes carried a heavy burden of negative emotions.
“The eyes are the window to the soul”—though it sounded ridiculous, Lin Fan believed in it wholeheartedly.
Zhui Mo was the son of a servant from the Yun family, one of the four great clans. His status was extremely low, and he had suffered constant mistreatment within the Yun household. The reason he was able to attend Tianfu Academy was because the academy accepted all, regardless of whether they were nobles or commoners, as long as they were determined to walk the path of cultivation.
Zhui Mo had come to Tianfu Academy solely to escape his fate as a servant.
Hearing the teacher’s story now, he felt as though it were his own life being told.
Only, unlike the protagonist in the tale, he hadn’t been so fortunate.
“Zhui Mo, your eyes are filled with bitter resentment. Has this story stirred something within you?” Lin Fan paused Fang Han’s extraordinary journey to ask.
The other students turned their gazes toward Zhui Mo. They were aware of his background, but such matters were not something to boast about, so they remained silent.
“Teacher.” Zhui Mo looked up respectfully at Lin Fan. “The protagonist you spoke of, Fang Han, and I share a similar status. Hearing your story, I felt as though I were living it myself. But unlike him, I lack his perseverance and courage.”
Seeing Zhui Mo’s somber expression, Lin Fan sighed inwardly. He felt the long road ahead for these children, and with fate bringing them together as teacher and students, he felt a deep sense of responsibility.
As for the idea of training them for a while and then abandoning them to their fates after robbing the four great clans—that was something Lin Fan would never do. At the very least, he had to ensure these thirteen disciples could stand shoulder to shoulder with others, starting from the same line.
“Zhui Mo, with our teacher guiding us, we will definitely break free from this situation.” Liu Shuishui, though often mocked and scorned, possessed a strong heart. Seeing her companion in low spirits, she couldn’t help but comfort him.
Others also offered their support to Zhui Mo.
Seeing his companions’ encouragement, Zhui Mo nodded. “Teacher, from now on, I will take Fang Han as my role model. I will never yield; rather, I would be a beggar than a servant.”
Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness. What kind of students had he ended up with? Each seemed more tragic than the last, and Zhui Mo might be the most pitiful among his thirteen disciples.
“Good. Teacher believes in you. You will soar one day, making those who once oppressed you regret their actions.” Lin Fan stepped off the podium and approached Zhui Mo, his gaze filled with trust.
Looking into his teacher’s eyes, Zhui Mo’s own eyes reddened slightly. This was the first time he had ever felt such genuine trust.
“Teacher, I will.” Zhui Mo nodded firmly.
Lin Fan smiled slightly. He sensed Zhui Mo’s aura beginning to change. Then, he extended his hand—his “Encouragement Touch,” a skill of his secondary profession as a Sage Teacher, which could enhance his students’ innate talent. Since Zhui Mo had met the criteria, it was time for an improvement.
“Ding! Student Zhui Mo’s talent has increased from ‘hopeless’ to ‘mediocre.'”
“Ding! Congratulations, Sage Teacher experience +100.”
Hearing the notification, Lin Fan’s heart lifted. He hadn’t expected that improving his students’ talent would also grant him experience. That was a nice bonus.
Now, all thirteen students had been granted the “Titanium-Class Demon Body” technique. Once they advanced from the introductory stage to the first level, they should be able to break through to the late first stage of the prenatal realm.
In Lin Fan’s mind, he wouldn’t be staying in the Great Yan Empire for long. But no matter what, before he left, he had to elevate their innate talents to at least the level of genius. That way, their future achievements wouldn’t fall short.
After Lin Fan finished telling the beginning of Fang Han’s story, the thirteen students’ comprehension had significantly improved.
For the thirteen students, every time they listened to their teacher’s lessons, they felt a subtle change within themselves, though they couldn’t quite put it into words. Something just felt… different.
“Alright, today’s class is over. From now on, you may train freely. When you’ve advanced your body cultivation technique to the first level, I will teach again,” Lin Fan announced.
“Teacher, if we can’t cultivate this body technique on our own, how are we supposed to train it?” Cao Tianjiao asked.
Lin Fan smiled. “You get beaten. As for how to make others willing to hit you—that’s up to you. Alright, class dismissed.”
As the students bowed their heads, pondering how to proceed, Lin Fan had already hurried back to his room, eager to resume his cultivation of the “Formless Demon” and “Hidden Breath Technique.”
The “Formless Demon” was slightly difficult to cultivate, requiring mainly time. But the “Hidden Breath Technique” wasn’t too hard.
For two days straight, Lin Fan didn’t leave his room, fully immersed in cultivation.
Through the endless days and nights of monotonous training, the experience for “Formless Demon” increased by fifty thousand.
At this point, he realized that “Formless Demon” wasn’t necessarily difficult to cultivate—it just required time. Unlike other techniques that could be advanced quickly, this one required slow, steady progress.
But Lin Fan didn’t know that “Formless Demon,” as a top-tier Heaven-Level technique, had extremely strict requirements. Even Mo Yixuan had taken three months just to barely reach the first level. Yet Lin Fan, despite his laziness, had reached the first level in just a few days—an improvement rate faster than a rocket.
Now, the “Formless Demon” was only two thousand experience points away from the next level, but Lin Fan set it aside. His “Hidden Breath Technique” had already reached the nineteenth level.
The experience required for the nineteenth level wasn’t too terrifying, but the cultivation consumed a massive amount of true energy.
Every second, thirty points of true energy were drained, which even made Lin Fan feel overwhelmed.
Even cultivating the “Formless Demon” hadn’t consumed this much energy.
Though the “Hidden Breath Technique” seemed useless now, after reaching the twentieth level, it would undergo a transformation. No one knew exactly what form it would take.
So Lin Fan poured all his true energy into the “Hidden Breath Technique,” determined to see whether his recent efforts had been in vain.
If, after advancing, the “Hidden Breath Technique” remained useless, he would be heartbroken.
“Ding! Congratulations, Hidden Breath Technique experience +100.”
“Ding! Congratulations, Hidden Breath Technique experience +100.”
…
Whenever his true energy was depleted, Lin Fan would rest and recover, and the moment his energy replenished, he would dive back into cultivation.
The next day.
In the midst of cultivation, Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes. The twentieth level of the “Hidden Breath Technique” had finally been achieved. Let’s see, what kind of transformation this technique would undergo.
He hoped for something monstrous, not mundane.
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