Quan Ji is really not used to such sentimental scenes.

It can make people lose control.

She chuckled lightly, "Alright, why are you making such a fuss? If you win once, you'll win again. Don't make such a fuss, it's like we're saying goodbye."

"You have a long way to go. Winning once can only make you happy. It's not certain who will have the last laugh. Strive to keep winning all the way in the future."

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Everyone knew that Teacher Quan was controlling their emotions, preventing them from letting the joy in front of them overshadow the enthusiasm they had worked so hard to cultivate.

They were truly grateful to the "seventeen-year-old girl" in front of them who had taught them so much.

You may meet all sorts of people in your life, but there will always be one person who becomes part of your vibrant tapestry.

For Class C, Kwon Ji is...

"Teacher Quan, you've worked so hard! We're off to train!"

"Teacher Quan, you've worked so hard! We'll show you what a resounding victory looks like next week!"

"Teacher Quan, you've worked so hard! Next week we'll crush Class S!"

Quan Ji smiled, turned around, and held up two fingers.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

...

With the class competition over, Quan Ji followed her cheap master, Yun Shenhai, to the fifth floor of the library.

As soon as he came up, Yun Shenhai couldn't wait to ask Quan Ji how she had accomplished it.

It's important to understand that the threshold for becoming a preacher is the ability to extract the essence of truth. This may sound easy, but if it were that easy, preachers wouldn't be such rare individuals on this continent.

Quan Ji said in a clear voice, "It's just using some different ways of understanding than the conventional methods to deconstruct the text of truth."

Yun Shenhai asked again, "What method? What's different?"

Quan Ji said, "Under normal circumstances, the Text of Truth is mostly regarded as a tool for preachers, a threshold for preachers, which is indeed true. However... the effectiveness of the Text of Truth is far more than that. This kind of perception has limited the thinking of many people later on."

"The creation of one thing is never simply for the purpose of applying another thing. The effect of the Truth Text is more about reflecting the origin of a person's Dao heart. As long as one has enough self-awareness, one can condense one's own Dao and one's own Truth Text."

"This is the true embodiment of the Text of Truth, and the reason why the Text of Truth is different for each of us."

Quan Ji spoke clearly, and Yun Shenhai listened very attentively.

His expression could indeed be described as utterly astonished.

His aged face was stretched so high it was almost vertical, and his jaw was about to drop to the ground.

"So... your method of extracting the text of truth is not to explore the threshold, but to create your own threshold based on your own circumstances?!"

This was the first time Yun Shenhai had ever heard such a conclusion in his life.

The amount of information is indeed explosive.

Normally, the methods for extracting texts of truth are fixed, with layers of checks on the understanding of the text, the need for mental strength, and the test of energy concentration, eliminating countless people.

However, according to Quan Ji, all that is needed is sufficient self-awareness to refine it.

"Is it really that easy?!"

He still finds it hard to accept, as it has shattered his understanding of things for so many years.

Quan Ji yawned expressionlessly: "Why don't you try and see?"

I'm so sleepy, I miss my friend Lan.

Yun Shenhai naturally couldn't hear what Quan Ji was thinking, otherwise he would definitely be disappointed in her and sing a song about how daughters grow up and leave home.

He became so engrossed in preaching that he tried to extract the truth from the texts in the way of Princess Quan.

He closed his eyes and looked inward at his own Tao.

A strong person like him is usually very clear about his own path and naturally more certain of his own way.

In less than five seconds, he felt his whole body enveloped in a strange warmth.

He said, "Yun Shenhai."

As soon as the words were spoken, three deep blue characters floated out, hovering steadily in mid-air, giving a feeling of swaying yet heaviness.

Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit.

Quan Ji glanced at it and realized that it did indeed match Yun Shenhai's temperament.

Yun Shenhai opened his eyes, filled with curiosity about the three characters in front of him.

"This is incredible."

"They seem to be alive."

This is Yun Shenhai's strongest feeling about his own text of truth.

It has life.

It means having a spiritual quality.

As Yun Shenhai watched, he became completely absorbed.

This is so beautiful.

He smiled and said, "I can feel that the energy contained here has been infused with a trace of my own power."

Quan Ji said, "This is your path, and of course it is your power."

"However, such a text of truth is obviously not suitable for writing cultivation techniques, because it is too focused on personal attributes. Its main purpose is to amplify oneself and weaken others, and to be used in combat."

After thinking for a moment, Quan Ji said:

"Perhaps it can also be used when making talismans."

Yun Shenhai took a deep breath and placed his hands on Quan Ji's shoulders: "My dear disciple, tell your master, where did you learn about this method from!"

You should know that if this method were to spread, the meaning of "preacher" would undergo a complete and radical change.

Missionaries will leave an even more significant mark on this world.

Quan Ji is still young and certainly doesn't understand how terrifying this means.

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