93: Chapter 93 An Unexpected Breakthrough, the Nine Acupoints of the Mysterious Pass

"Ahem!"

A very soft cough suddenly came from the podium.

The sound was not loud, yet it was like a thunderclap on flat ground.

Immediately after, an invisible and mysterious ripple emanated from Palace Master Su Jianqing on the podium, spreading out like water waves.

This ripple was not the kind of terrifying pressure released by high-level Martial Artists that made one unable to breathe.

Instead, it was like a hot spring; as it swept across the lecture hall, it instantly smoothed out the restless minds of everyone present.

The buzzing lecture hall fell silent in an instant.

Several young masters from aristocratic families in the front row, who had been somewhat envious before, now lowered their heads one after another, secretly terrified in their hearts.

One can tell the level of an expert by their first Move.

This control over True Qi and the aura was truly terrifying!

This new female teacher's strength was leagues above that old man who only knew how to shake his head!

Seeing that the group of prickly students with extraordinary backgrounds below had all obediently shut their mouths.

A satisfied, gentle smile appeared on Palace Master Su Jianqing's gentle and beautiful Face.

She parted her red lips, and her voice was like a clear spring flowing over stones, carrying an indescribable pleasantness:

"Students, since it is our first meeting, I shall introduce myself."

"I am the main lecturer for your literature course this semester; you may all call me Master Su."

"Today, we will be teaching the path of 'poetry', which places the greatest emphasis on Concept within the literary Dao."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Palace Master Su Jianqing slowly raised her right hand, which was as fair as jade.

She extended a finger, slender as a scallion, and tapped lightly against the Void Realm in front of her.

"Hum—"

Accompanied by an extremely faint humming sound.

Ripples of water-blue light appeared out of thin air in the Void Realm!

Immediately after, lines of small characters formed from pure blue literary Qi emerged slowly in mid-air, as if they were living things.

When everyone cast their gaze toward those small blue characters, they felt a slight swelling in their heads.

The content of this poem was miraculously imprinted directly into everyone's minds!

However, Chen Shanzhi, sitting in the corner, saw that the poem in mid-air was titled "little pond" after clearing his vision.

The corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

His expression turned extremely strange in an instant.

What the hell?

Was this not the poem he copied from his previous life a while ago to attract Madam Li's attention?

How did it spread into Four Seas Academy in the blink of an eye and even get used as teaching material by the Academy Master?!

This was getting a bit awkward.

On the podium, Palace Master Su Jianqing did not know about the inner thoughts of a certain "original author" below.

Looking at the poem in mid-air, her beautiful eyes revealed a look of undisguised admiration.

"This ancient poem, titled 'little pond', is one that has recently..."

"...caused a sensation in the major literary circles of the capital."

"It is said that this poem was written by a reclusive young talent."

"In Yiyuan Garden, in order to win a beauty's smile, he paced only five steps and blurted out this masterpiece for the ages."

Speaking of this, Palace Master Su Jianqing's tone could not help but carry a touch of exclamation and regret.

Composing a poem in five steps, with a Concept that was perfectly natural.

If such terrifying literary Dao talent could be recruited into Four Seas Academy.

She would definitely, without hesitation, take him as her second Personal Disciple and teach him everything she had learned in her life.

Thinking of her Disciple.

Palace Master Su Jianqing's gentle eyes glanced very naturally toward Jiang Feiyu, who was sitting in the back row.

She saw that this, her only Personal Disciple, was sitting upright, back straight, eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the blackboard.

Seemingly extremely serious.

But Palace Master Su Jianqing saw through it at a glance; the girl's eyes were unfocused, and there was even a suspicious glint of drool at the corner of her mouth.

She was clearly daydreaming, thinking about what to eat tonight!

Palace Master Su Jianqing sighed helplessly in her heart.

What a sin; with her heaven-defying cultivation, how did she end up with such a gluttonous Disciple?

This Disciple was a complete waste.

Palace Master Su Jianqing withdrew her gaze, looked back at the people in the lecture hall, and continued softly:

"Literature and martial arts have never been separate."

"A poem that truly contains the literary Qi of heaven and earth can allow a Martial Artist to resonate with the Dao while contemplating it, thereby benefiting their own martial arts Cultivate."

"You are all elites of our Academy's Heaven Class."

"Is there anyone who can feel something from the Concept of this poem?"

Once these words were spoken.

The entire lecture hall immediately fell into a dead silence.

The students below stared at each other; most of them frowned, deep in thought.

For these Martial Artists who worshiped fists and blades, poetry was merely a minor path.

If you asked them if the poem was good, they would slap their thighs and shout "Good!"

But if you insisted on asking them why it was good?

Where was it good? What martial arts truth could be realized from it?

That was simply more painful than killing them.

The atmosphere remained stagnant for a moment.

Finally, a few aristocratic students who wanted to show off in front of the beautiful teacher bit the bullet and stood up.

"Uh... Master Su, I think this poem is catchy to read."

"It shows that the poet must have great lung capacity and deep True Qi!"

"Master! This poem is called 'little pond', and it mentions small lotus leaves and a thin stream."

"In my opinion, the author's perspective is too small, and his literary Qi is probably pitifully small too!"

Listening to this nonsense that made no sense.

The smile on Palace Master Su Jianqing's lips gradually faded, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

It seemed that this year's Heaven Class was indeed just a bunch of martial brutes who only knew how to fight.

Not a single one had the slightest Comprehension Ability in the literary Dao.

Just as she was about to wave her hand to disperse the characters in mid-air.

A very steady male voice suddenly rang out from below the lecture hall:

"The small lotus leaves have just revealed their pointed tips, and a dragonfly has already landed on them."

"Master Su, I think that in these two lines, the poet..."

"...by having the dragonfly land precisely on the tip of the lotus flower that has just emerged from the water..."

"...has captured the fleeting scene of the small lotus just revealing itself."

"This is just like us Martial Artists in a life-and-death duel!"

"If one could be like this dragonfly, predicting in advance."

"And keenly seize the fleeting flaw in the opponent's Move, one could kill with a single strike."

"Then, even when challenging someone of a higher rank, one could add a few points to their winning chances!"

Hearing these words, Palace Master Su Jianqing's previously dim eyes lit up instantly.

She looked at the boy with some surprise.

"Fleeting, you say?"

A gentle smile bloomed on Palace Master Su Jianqing's Face again, and she nodded slightly in approval:

"This understanding derived from slaughter, although not quite fitting the leisurely Concept of the poem itself..."

"...can be considered a unique approach; it's quite interesting."

As her words fell, the blue poem in mid-air trembled slightly.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing that from the poem floating in the air, a wisp of extremely pure literary Qi actually overflowed!

This literary Qi swirled in the air and turned directly into a stream of light.

Chen Shanzhi followed the gaze of the crowd and saw this blue stream of Qi.

After floating above Tang Liu, it dove directly into his body.

"Hum—"

Everyone could visibly feel the True Qi around Tang Liu surge violently.

His original cultivation of Xuanguan Eight Apertures was actually nourished by this literary Qi.

It loosened faintly, and his aura surged by a small amount!

The surrounding students immediately let out gasps of cold air, their eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Just by stating his own little insight, he could actually obtain the literary Qi from this poem and thus directly improve his cultivation?

Chen Shanzhi sat in his seat, watching this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

Damn it, the poem I copied actually let this kid Tang Liu profit?

This Tang Liu was indeed worthy of being the protagonist in the game.

This time, Palace Master Su Jianqing was talking about the poem he had copied from his previous life.

He was actually able to have some insights and attract Palace Master Su Jianqing's attention.

No, he had to think of a way later...

He calculated secretly in his heart how to stop Tang Liu from attracting Palace Master Su Jianqing's attention in the future.

Suddenly, Chen Shanzhi felt his left rib being poked hard and very covertly by an elbow.

He was annoyed and thought it was Jiang Feiyu next to him acting crazy again, joking with him.

So, without even turning his head, Chen Shanzhi slammed his elbow back hard!

"Stop it." Chen Shanzhi lowered his voice and muttered irritably.

The side immediately went quiet.

Chen Shanzhi just felt a bit strange.

Looking up, he found that in the entire lecture hall.

Everyone who was just marveling at Tang Liu's good luck now all turned their heads in unison.

Pairs of eyes, as if seeing a ghost, were staring fixedly at his corner.

And on that podium.

Palace Master Su Jianqing's beautiful Face, which originally wore a gentle smile, had now turned completely cold.

The temperature in the lecture hall seemed to drop a few degrees in this instant.

She was up there preaching and teaching.

This notorious son of the Marquis of Zhenguo actually dared to, right in front of her.

Fiddle with her Disciple below, flirting?

Simply outrageous!

"That student."

Palace Master Su Jianqing's voice was no longer soft; her beautiful eyes looked at Chen Shanzhi, and she repeated what she had just said:

"You tell me, what is your understanding of this poem?"

Chen Shanzhi was now like a student who was daydreaming in class and got called on by the teacher; his mind went blank.

What could he understand? This was just something he copied randomly; how could it have any deep meaning?

Seeing Palace Master Su Jianqing's questioning gaze, Chen Shanzhi secretly gritted his teeth and said:

"Master Su, I think..."

"Is it possible that this poem was just that talented man..."

"...making it up casually to win a beauty's smile?"

"He probably didn't think of any deep meaning at all!"

Once these words were spoken.

The entire lecture hall was dead silent for a moment.

Then, like boiling water, it erupted into a burst of uproarious laughter!

Listening to the mocking laughter all around.

Chen Shanzhi's bad temper flared up.

Damn it, what do you know!

As the original author of this poem in this world, I say it has no deep meaning, so it has no deep meaning!

Looking at the aristocratic students around him laughing hysterically, and the extremely hidden mockery at the corner of Tang Liu's mouth.

Chen Shanzhi sneered, his voice mixed with True Qi, suppressing the laughter of the whole hall:

"Literature is naturally born; a master's hand obtains it by chance!"

"Poetry is created by literati when they are in the mood; when the mood strikes, they just recite it!"

"Where does all this 'you guess, I think' come from, forcing some bullshit meaning onto it?"

Chen Shanzhi pointed at the blue poem in mid-air and retorted unceremoniously:

"Everyone is not the author of this poem!"

"Yet when the author is not here, you insist on over-interpreting it here, picking at words with a magnifying glass!"

"I think everyone is too obsessed with these ethereal things; you have fallen into a lower path and are obsessed with appearances!"

"Since none of you are the author, arguing about these forced meanings is completely meaningless!"

This barrage of insults directly scolded the whole class, including Tang Liu, who had just successfully shown off.

Everyone just felt that this guy Chen Shanzhi was indeed worthy of being a playboy.

To make up for his superficial remarks just now.

He actually dared to lie with his eyes open.

After the lecture hall was quiet for a few seconds.

Then it erupted with boos several times louder than before.

However, on the podium.

Palace Master Su Jianqing, at this moment, was as if frozen in place, completely stiff.

A look of deep thought appeared on her beautiful Face.

"Literature is naturally born... a master's hand obtains it by chance..."

Palace Master Su Jianqing's red lips parted slightly, and as if possessed, she chewed on these ten words repeatedly.

An extremely faint, yet vast as the sea, realization began to roll wildly in her mind!

"Too obsessed... obsessed with appearances..."

"Arguing about this is meaningless..."

Palace Master Su Jianqing suddenly raised her head and stared fixedly at the "little pond" she had condensed in mid-air.

"The spring eye is silent... it is not in a hurry, so it flows thinly and long..."

"The tree shadow reflects on the water... it does not compete, so it loves this sunny and soft light..."

"The small lotus leaves have just revealed their pointed tips... that is the natural growth of life, not deliberate, not pretentious."

"So that's it... so that's it!"

Palace Master Su Jianqing's delicate body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the confusion in her eyes was instantly replaced by a surge of ecstasy!

"The core Concept of this poem is not about martial arts slaughter at all!"

"It is about not being in a hurry, not competing, and not being deliberate!"

"It is to let all things follow the laws of heaven and earth and happen on their own!"

"Dao follows nature!"

Boom—!!!

Just at this moment when Palace Master Su Jianqing completely realized it!

Above the podium, the blue poem that had been quietly floating suddenly flared with great light!

The blinding blue light instantly illuminated the entire lecture hall as if it were daylight!

Under the stunned gaze of everyone.

The lines of the poem in mid-air exploded!

Directly turning into two extremely massive, even visible, pillars of Spiritual Qi!

The Spiritual Qi was so dense that it even condensed into drops of crystal-clear water droplets in the air!

The two pillars of Spiritual Qi were like swimming Dragons.

The larger one poured down directly and submerged into Palace Master Su Jianqing's body.

While the smaller one, under the gaze of everyone who looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Like a swallow returning to the forest, it drew an extremely gorgeous blue arc in mid-air.

Then, without deviation, it dove directly into Chen Shanzhi's chest!

Subsequently, this extremely pure literary Qi and spiritual power.

Was like a rushing river, wandering wantonly in Chen Shanzhi's Meridians.

The eighth major aperture, which was originally only half full, was instantly filled in front of this torrent.

Then the Bottleneck of the ninth aperture was like a thin veil, instantly pierced!

Xuanguan Nine Apertures!

In the blink of an eye, right under the noses of the whole class, Chen Shanzhi.

Directly Breakthrough from Xuanguan Eight Apertures to Xuanguan Nine Apertures.

The entire Heaven Class lecture hall, everyone had their mouths wide open, their eyeballs almost popping out onto the floor.

Are you kidding me?

This playboy son... just talked nonsense for a while.

And then... Breakthrough to Xuanguan Nine Apertures?