433: First professional course

"Let us... go be teachers?"

Fang Yuan looked at his own name on the large screen, his expression somewhat dazed.

Beside him, Han Li and Liu Lian also looked bewildered; clearly, this arrangement was completely beyond their expectations.

Letting this group of students, who had just been rolling in blood and gore, teach a bunch of Genius freshmen who were only a few years younger than them?

This move was very typical of the Dean.

Li Heng seemed not to notice the colorful expressions on the Chief Disciples' faces; he simply waved his hand.

"Chiefs of each department, take your freshmen to familiarize them with the environment."

"Tomorrow, classes officially begin."

As his voice fell, Li Heng's figure vanished from the spot, leaving behind a mess and a group of teachers and students staring at each other.

After a brief moment of shock, Lin Xiao, Fang Yuan, and the others could only accept this fact.

They each led the freshmen assigned to their departments toward the depths of Kunlun Academy, toward that cloud-shrouded Holy Land of immortals... The next day, at the Sword Cultivation Department.

At the back mountain, beneath a waterfall tens of thousands of feet high.

More than two hundred freshmen who had chosen the Sword Cultivation Department were currently looking forward, somewhat dazed.

The waterfall was like a silver heavenly river crashing down from a height of a thousand meters. The water slammed into the deep pool below with a deafening roar, and the splashing mist filled the entire valley.

Their mentor, Lin Xiao, stood before the waterfall without saying a word.

He was still dressed in black, carrying that black longsword named snow name on his back. His aura was cold, as if he were isolated from the clamorous waterfall.

All the freshmen looked at him with eyes full of fanaticism and awe.

This was Lin Xiao!

The ruthless man who, in the assessment live stream, used Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate to slay a Nascent Soul Great Demon!

What an honor it was to be his student!

"Everyone, enter beneath the waterfall."

Lin Xiao finally spoke, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"Relying solely on your Physical Body, endure for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

After saying this, he spoke no more and simply stood quietly to the side.

The freshmen looked at each other.

That's it?

They had thought the first class would teach some earth-shattering sword technique.

However, no one dared to question him.

One after another, they circulated their Spiritual Qi for protection and cautiously walked into the thunderous waterfall.

Boom!

The terrifying impact force instantly slammed into them. Several weaker freshmen were washed out on the spot, falling onto the shore in a pathetic state.

Most people were also swaying violently, gritting their teeth to barely hold on.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

"Teacher!"

A tall youth with a defiant face walked out from the waterfall. The glow of Spiritual Qi on his body was far more powerful than the others; he was clearly a standout among these freshmen.

His name was Long Ao, an SSS-grade talent, and he was a well-known Genius even before entering the academy.

"We came to Kunlun to learn supreme sword arts like yours, to use Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate, not to waste time standing here as punishment!"

Long Ao's voice was loud, filled with doubt and dissatisfaction.

He considered his talent peerless, and this kind of dull basic training was meaningless to him.

His words also voiced what many freshmen were thinking but didn't dare to say.

For a moment, everyone's gaze focused on Lin Xiao.

However, Lin Xiao didn't even spare him a glance.

He just casually flicked a finger in Long Ao's direction.

Whoosh!

A wisp of energy, so faint it was almost invisible, shot through the air.

Long Ao only felt his wrist go numb. The expensive treasure sword in his hand actually flew out directly, spinning several times in the air before finally landing with a 'clang' into the distant rock wall, the hilt still buzzing.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

Long Ao's face instantly turned pale. He looked at his empty hand in disbelief, then at the sword in the distance.

He hadn't even seen how the other party made his move!

Only then did Lin Xiao's icy voice drift over.

"If you can't even hold your sword steady, what's the point of talking about being a Sword Cultivator?"

These words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into the heart of every freshman.

Those students who originally had some complaints now all lowered their heads in shame and silently retreated back under the waterfall, no longer daring to be the slightest bit slack.

Long Ao was frozen in place, his face turning blue and white, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into... Meanwhile, in the classroom of the Magic Cultivation Department, it was a completely different scene.

"Teacher Fang Yuan! How did you summon that thunder dragon in Los Angeles last time? It was so cool!"

"Teacher, teacher, can you demonstrate that purple lightning sky-net for us again?"

Fang Yuan was surrounded by a group of female Disciples with starry eyes, asking this and that. He was exhausted from responding, his face turning beet red.

Just when he was feeling overwhelmed, the classroom door was pushed open with a 'bang.'

Frieren burst in, holding a heavy grimoire larger than her face.

"Fang Yuan!"

She rushed excitedly to the podium, held up the grimoire, and asked loudly with her unique logic.

"I have a very important question! Why is your lightning purple instead of rainbow-colored? According to our magic energy spectrum theory, if the seven elements are fused, it should produce rainbow-colored lightning!"

Pfft..."

Seeing Fang Yuan instantly petrified with a completely crashed expression, the whole class burst into laughter... The atmosphere in the Alchemy Department's classroom was much more somber.

The mentor was an elderly old pedant, dully explaining various pharmacological knowledge by the book.

Ying, the black-clad youth specially recruited by Li Heng, sat quietly in a corner of the classroom.

He wasn't listening to the content on the podium at all. His emotionless eyes were scanning every classmate in the classroom one by one.

That gaze didn't look like he was looking at classmates, but more like he was examining different medicinal herbs, assessing their quality and medicinal properties.

After the class ended, in the crowded cafeteria.

Ying was carrying a tray and 'accidentally' bumped into a student coming toward him.

That student looked frustrated and dejected, seemingly still troubled by the results of the department assignment.

"Sorry," Ying said in a low voice.

"It's fine," the student replied weakly.

The two brushed past each other.

At the moment of contact, a faint, almost invisible gray aura was silently absorbed by Ying from that student.

All of this was seen clearly by Li Heng, far away in the Principals Office, through his Divine Thought.

"Instead of directly absorbing Spiritual Qi, he absorbs people's negative emotions..."

Li Heng's knuckles lightly tapped the tabletop.

"Interesting."

He then opened the academy's internal System and sent a message to the Chief Disciple of the Alchemy Department.

"A batch of newly refined Heart-Clearing Pills was overcooked and is of poor quality. Throw them into the number three dreg cave in the back mountain to be destroyed."

...The night was deep.

Kunlun Immortal Mountain was dead silent.

A dark shadow, like a wisp of green smoke, silently passed through the multiple layers of guard arrays in the dormitory area without alerting anyone or triggering any alarms.

It was Ying.

His goal was clear, heading straight for the back mountain.

Soon, he arrived at the number three dreg cave marked on the map.

The cave entrance was not large, but inside were piles of 'failed pills' as high as small mountains, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

Looking at this cave full of Medicinal Pills, for the first time, an imperceptible ripple flashed across Ying's eternally unchanging face.

But he did not immediately step forward to collect these pills as Li Heng had expected.

He stood at the cave entrance, his pale hands beginning to rapidly form seals, chanting under his breath as ancient and eerie syllables escaped his mouth.

As he cast his spell, the massive Spiritual Qi contained within those 'failed pills' was actually drawn out by an invisible force.

This pure Spiritual Qi twisted and gathered in mid-air, eventually transforming into jumping black runes that silently merged into the ground below.