After 91 rounds of screening, only eighteen complete and correct martial arts manuals were left. It sounds like a lot, but you have to know that the number sent by Zhuo Feng was as many as forty. Comparing the two, you can see how deceptive those circulating in Tianchen Continent are.
Yan Jue and Pan Wencheng did not rush to look through the books. Instead, with the help of Zhuo Feng, they roughly divided the exercises according to the corresponding spiritual roots. In this way, there were only three books of the most common type.
"Can one practice as a cook?" Yan Jue immediately noticed the book labeled "Spiritual Chef", picked it up and flipped through it. After discovering that it was all vertical classical Chinese texts, he closed it as if nothing had happened.
Zhuo Feng recalled for a moment and spoke haltingly, "After becoming a Spirit Chef, one can improve their cultivation by cooking dishes that contain spiritual energy. It seems that after reaching a high level of cultivation, one can also transform ordinary ingredients into spiritually imbued meals. I haven't seen this much, so I'm not sure."
"Are there any requirements for becoming a Spiritual Chef?" Pan Wencheng added, "I'm talking about spiritual roots, grade, and so on."
The professions in the world of cultivation were surprisingly grounded and varied. It seemed as if anything could be developed and unearthed to reveal its surprising potential. When the experience of those who had come before them from another world was laid out before them, they were filled with surprise and a secret sense of having gotten a huge advantage.
The more possibilities there are, the more monks can be trained. As for what this monk does, it doesn't matter at all.
"No. Just like refining weapons and pills, anyone with any spiritual root can learn it, and there won't be any conflicts in the techniques." Zhuo Feng thought for a moment. "How well you learn it depends on the quality of your spiritual root and your talent. Some people with only one spiritual root don't have the talent for these things, so it's common for them to not be able to match those with multiple spiritual roots after learning it."
"However, cultivators who specialize in researching these professions no longer use the levels of cultivation on the mainland to measure their own strength. Instead, they classify them based on the items they develop, starting from the ordinary level. Each profession has its own subdivisions, but the most powerful ones are all divine items."
Yan Jue listened with rapt interest. Seeing the patterns on the bronze mirror beside him, he boldly guessed, "Zhuo Feng, you said the Universal Mirror was artificially crafted. Could the patterns on it be rune formations or something?"
"yes."
Zhuo Feng was not at all surprised by Yan Jue's intelligence. In his opinion, these were the teacher's innate skills and there was no need to be too surprised.
Yan Jue's mind moved: "Is there a profession that specializes in these two?"
Unconsciously, he had gradually modernized the various names in the magical world of cultivation, and even led Zhuo Feng astray.
"No. Runes and formations can be drawn using one's own spiritual energy as long as one knows the diagram. It's a skill that cultivators on the Tianchen Continent must learn. Regardless of whether one can draw it or not, at least one must know it, so that one day one's bad luck will not trap someone, or one will miss the opportunity to see a good thing because one doesn't know its value, and can only worry about it."
Zhuo Feng said as he ran to the thinnest book in the corner and placed his paw on it. "Eighty-one Formations" records some of the most common, simple, and common formations and talismans on the continent."
Although I really want to complain about this somewhat irrelevant name, what's more important is: "Zhuo Feng, you're so thoughtful. You even thought of this. So attentive!"
When he and Zhuo Feng were making a deal yesterday, he completely forgot about alchemy and weapon forging, things he'd rarely heard of in real life. Not to mention the formations and talismans, Zhuo Feng even prepared a bodybuilding technique he hadn't thought of at the time. It was truly amazing that Zhuo Feng was so thoughtful and filled it in for him.
But at the same time, he also knew that the fundamental reason why he could preserve such a comprehensive variety was that Zhuo Feng prepared a lot from the beginning. Otherwise, after 91 screening, some types of books would disappear directly.
All this is thanks to Zhuo Feng.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Yan Jue was so overwhelmed with gratitude that he couldn't find words to express it. In a moment of desperation, he gathered Zhuo Feng in his hands and rubbed his cheek against his. Sometimes, the expressive power of body language can express a person's feelings more directly than words.
The soft fox fur brushed against his face, and Yan Jue exclaimed inwardly for a moment, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. He took advantage of Zhuo Feng's inattention and began to flirt with him. Zhuo Feng, who had heard it several times before and now was facing it directly, felt embarrassed and immediately forgot about the fur rubbing against the teacher. He lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word.
Pan Wencheng did not interrupt the teacher and student from communicating with each other. Taking advantage of this time, he curiously flipped through all the books. Except for a few special ones, the first page of most of the remaining spiritual root cultivation methods was a map of the human meridians.
Through the difficult classical Chinese text, Pan Wencheng was surprised to find that the purpose of these pictures was to teach people how to draw qi into the body!
He compared them carefully again, and after a while he raised his head with a complicated look in his eyes.
The key meridian parts of these meridian maps are all exactly the same, and apart from the different narrative methods, the acupoints through which spiritual energy enters and the routes along which it flows are also the same in the classical Chinese explanations.
He also read some novels about cultivating immortals temporarily, but most of the ones he read were about the protagonists finding the skills and then starting to practice and then living a life of idleness. He never expected that in the Tianchen Continent, the steps of drawing qi into the body were actually independent and connected.
There is also a note saying that drawing Qi into the body is only the first step in cultivation. The Qi Refining Stage is just a process of accumulating spiritual energy for oneself. You don't need to use any exercises, but if you want to break through the Foundation Establishment Stage, you must have a set of exercises.
After they finally finished communicating their feelings, Pan Wencheng immediately told them about his discovery, and then he received two identical stunned faces.
"Zhuo Feng doesn't know either?"
Zhuo Feng shook his head: "I have only watched others practice. I have never seen such a complete method."
Pan Wencheng looked at him with a burning gaze. "Then do you know how to draw Qi into your body? The book says that we need to draw spiritual energy into the acupoints. How do we do that? Also, can I ask how you drew Qi into your body in the first place?"
He seemed to have already treated the only demon cultivator as his advisor.
Sadly, Zhuo Feng continued to shake his head: "I don't know. I didn't set out to do it, it just suddenly happened to me one day. I'm sorry, I can't help you."
"You've already given us an incredible amount of help." Pan Wencheng didn't care, and told Zhuo Feng not to belittle himself. "Don't apologize to us. We can't thank you enough."
"Is there anything Zhuo Feng needs? Just tell us. We can give you as much as we can. Even hot weapons are fine. Don't you still want to seek revenge on the Qingfeng Sect? How about we just blow down their mountain gate and mix it with lime to pave the road?"
It seems that Pan Wencheng was also led astray by Yan Jue on something.
Zhuo Feng choked after hearing this. He looked at Pan Wencheng, who looked serious and powerful, and then at Yan Jue, who also looked approving. He refused with a smile: "I will avenge my grudge. I want to use the ways of the cultivation world to openly attack their mountain and expose their hidden evil."
He refused. But not only was he treated so carefully, but someone also remembered his hatred and unconditionally supported him in revenge. Whenever he thought of this, a sudden warmth rose in his heart.
He had felt this warmth from his teacher many times, and this time, he also felt it from another person.
Smiling, Zhuo Feng said firmly, "Although I'm still very weak now, as long as I'm willing to practice, I'll go there one day. In the world of cultivation, the thing that's least lacking is time."
"Right! A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even a hundred years later." Yan Jue blinked. "So, Zhuo Feng, is there anything you want right now? You've sent me so many things, and you're so thoughtful. I'd feel uneasy if I didn't send something in return, and I'd be embarrassed to accept it."
"Can I make a request? Even if you want me to give you a bag of snacks or a bouquet of flowers, that's fine."
Zhuo Feng's eyes widened. "Is it that serious? He feels guilty because he gave him so much, and wants to return it?"
Yan Jue nodded: Yes, it is that serious.
Zhuo Feng was speechless. Under the gaze of the two, he lowered his head to look at his claws, which were digging at the ground uncontrollably, his tail twitching wildly.
He was very happy to be able to help the teacher.
When he arrived at the kindergarten and confirmed that it was harmless and would be of great benefit to him, he felt as restless as his teacher.
In his past life, he had grown accustomed to being ignored. No, to put it bluntly, he had grown accustomed to being treated like a commodity, with a price tag slapped on his head and no regard for his life or death. Everything had changed since arriving at the kindergarten. Teacher 91, though cold and emotionless, was undoubtedly the most reassuring person.
Teacher Yan was also like that. Although he was an ordinary person, he had a kind heart that he had never seen before. Not to mention Noel. The innocent cubs always did some troublesome things, but there was no malice behind those actions.
Surrounded by kindness and warmth, he enjoyed it but also felt anxious.
After learning that the spiritual energy in his teacher's world had revived, he was delighted because this way, he could help his teacher! And his teacher lived up to his expectations. In order to adapt to the new spiritual energy world as quickly as possible, he had to ask for help from him, a demon from the world of cultivation.
To this end, he put in a million efforts.
Moreover, all his efforts were seen and remembered by everyone.
The teacher actually had the same idea as him.
Zhuo Feng had never realized so clearly that he and his teachers were equal. Only when they were equal would they care whether he suffered any loss, and would try every possible means to give him the same things, rather than taking advantage of the opportunity to blackmail him.
In the past, he would never have thought that one day he would be happy just for helping a human being. All of this was brought to him by his teacher.
So, can he be a little greedy?
Zhuo Feng looked up at Yan Jue, who was smiling gently and waiting for him to speak, and asked softly, "Teacher, may I become your disciple?"
Yan Jue didn't understand: "Am I not your teacher?"
Zhuo Feng shook his head. "No, I'm not talking about the relationship in kindergarten. I'm following the methods of my world and taking you as my teacher. I call you Master."
Yan Jue was stunned. He didn't know why Zhuo Feng had such an idea, but he was too embarrassed to accept the request.
"Zhuo Feng, I'm just an ordinary person, someone who hasn't even embarked on the path of cultivation and doesn't know where I'll end up. In terms of strength, I can't even withstand a single blow from you. Even if you're injured or in trouble, I, a person from another world, can't go to your world and vent my anger on your behalf."
He analyzed it bit by bit, hoping Zhuo Feng would reconsider it. "I can't do anything for you, and you won't learn anything from me as your disciple. There's really no need to play it so lightly."
"Or maybe you were just joking with me, using this as an excuse to hand over the items? Did what we just said put pressure on you? Then just pretend we didn't say anything. You can think about it slowly. We won't say any more."
Zhuo Feng looked into Yan Jue's eyes and said seriously, "I'm not kidding."
"Teacher, you know my story. I lost my parents at birth, and then was treated like a pet, witnessing and enduring all kinds of humiliation. Because of this experience, I don't think I will ever have a deep connection with anyone in my world again. I can also fight for everything I want on my own."
"But the road of cultivation is long, a journey that takes thousands, tens of thousands of years. If I hadn't met you and Noel, it wouldn't be that difficult to be alone. But after I met you, the time since then has become unbearable."
"I want to catch you."
"Whether human or demon, countless creatures will pass through our lives, but the closest relationships we have are only a few. I have Noel as a friend, and I have parents. You can't be my older brother in terms of age. Once I call you 'teacher', I can no longer consider you my junior, so I want to give you the most important position of Master."
After Zhuo Feng finished speaking, everyone, whether inside or outside the live broadcast, remained silent. The confidential room was eerily quiet.
Pan Wencheng tried hard to hide and pretend that he didn't exist.
Yan Jue covered his face with his hands, hiding the redness in his eyes that had been irritated by Zhuo Feng's self-analysis. He had never imagined that he would hold such an important position in Zhuo Feng's heart.
He had always known Zhuo Feng's age, but he was a demon, and the age limit for reaching adulthood was 200. No one could claim he wasn't a cub. So he raised Zhuo Feng as a mature cub, treating him the same as he did Nuo Er, caring for him as a cub.
But it was not until now that he slowly understood what the people in the kindergarten meant to a little fox demon who had experienced so much.
He was very touched, but he still had some rationality left. He wanted to use what he had just said to ask himself: Can he really do it?
Yan Jue rubbed his face and sighed, "Zhuo Feng, I..."
"Teacher," Zhuo Feng interrupted him, winking playfully and giving him a sly smile. "Teacher, this is the only trade item I want. You said a fair trade would be the only one. I've already given you what's mine, and if you change your mind, I'll take it back."
Obviously, he came prepared.
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