Chapter 11: Advanced Mathematics Class Is Really Easy to Sleep In
Nan Wang really didn't want to continue discussing the "spiritual beast", so he made a few hasty remarks and fled.
Next on the road, Nanwang looked straight ahead and rushed straight towards the Disciple Hall.
After jogging all the way to the destination, Nan Wang was a little out of breath and sweating slightly.
He walked slowly up the last few steps, thinking about finding a better seat to listen to the class.
The next second, the scene that appeared before his eyes made his plan come to nothing.
The outer disciples crowded the cushions in the disciple hall. At a glance, the place was bustling like a market with people rushing around.
There are no seats left in the disciple hall for the disciples who have just arrived. They can only place an extra low table with cushions on the open space outside the disciple hall and sit under the scorching sun.
Nanwang was stunned.
He definitely left early, so even if he couldn't get a seat in the first row, the first three rows should be more than enough.
In the past ten years, he had passed by the Disciple Hall countless times, but had never seen such a situation where seats were added outside.
The current situation is obviously abnormal.
So, what happened?
Could it be that the person giving the lecture today is an inner sect elder?
Nan Wang was puzzled and found a cushion to sit on. Just then, someone was sitting on the cushion next to him, so he knocked on the low table in front of that person and asked in a low voice:
"My fellow Taoist, do you know who is giving the lecture today?"
"What? You don't know who's coming? Then why are you here?"
The disciple glanced at Nan Wang and said in surprise.
Nanwang: “…”
Is it not okay for him to attend a class simply because he wants to learn?
The Taoist friend's attitude didn't seem very friendly, and Nan Wang didn't dare to ask any more questions for a while.
However, even if Nanwang did not ask specifically, the whispers around him quickly told him the answer.
"It's amazing! This is the first time I've seen the Disciple Hall filled with people."
"As expected of that senior brother..."
"Didn't they say that true disciples would not come to the outer sect to teach?"
"I want to learn alchemy more than magic."
"Even the inner sect disciples rarely see him, so why is he here in the outer sect today?"
"I have to perform well, maybe I'll be noticed!"
As he listened, Nanwang began to understand something.
If it was really as he thought, then the one who came to teach them today was the most amazing and brilliant genius cultivator in the entire Qingyun Sect, and even in the entire young generation of the cultivation world.
The head of the Fa Sect who practices both alchemy and magic, the second senior brother of Qingyun Sect, Chu Songping.
If someone were to vote in Qingyun Sect for the senior brother that all the disciples would most like to please, the final winning name would neither be the eldest senior brother Zhu Tianque nor the eldest senior sister Du Xueling.
Chu Songping's name will definitely top the list with an absolute number of votes.
On the road to becoming an immortal, there are two things that any powerful cultivator cannot avoid: one is magic weapons, and the other is elixirs.
The Sword Sect of Qingyun Sect is powerful, and every monk in the sect has a life-defining sword. But where do the life-defining swords come from? Don't they still have to rely on the disciples of the Weapon Sect to forge swords for them?
Compared to magic weapons, elixirs are more important.
After reaching the highest level of practice, every flower and leaf can be a weapon. Even without a natal spiritual sword, one can still become a powerful person. However, who dares to say that he has practiced for thousands of years without encountering an accident?
Things like elixirs can bring the dead back to life or assist in cultivation. No cultivator would want too much of them.
In the world of immortal cultivation, the status of alchemy practitioners is so high that they have a set of advancement system independent of the realm of cultivation.
Ordinary cultivators are only divided into the realms of body refining, Qi refining, golden elixir, Yuanying, and Shenhua, but alchemy cultivators are further divided into three major realms of low-grade, middle-grade, and high-grade alchemy cultivators according to their alchemy abilities.
Although some alchemy practitioners do not have high cultivation levels, they have excellent talent in alchemy and can refine pills of excellent quality with extremely low cultivation levels. Such alchemy practitioners can enjoy the best resources of the sect regardless of their cultivation levels.
In addition, there is mutual protection among alchemy practitioners, and in extreme cases, this kind of protection can even break through the restrictions of the sect.
Take Zhu Tianque as an example. If someone plotted to murder Zhu Tianque, that person would at most be hunted down by the Sword Sect of Qingyun Sect. However, if someone touched Chu Songping, then from then on, all the alchemists in the entire cultivation world would no longer provide that person with any elixirs.
No matter who you mess with, you must not mess with alchemy practitioners. This is the unspoken rule of the entire cultivation world.
In Qingyun Sect, any disciple with fire spiritual roots, no matter how strong their talents in other aspects are, will eventually choose to join the Dan Sect or the Qi Sect.
There was only one exception, and that person was Chu Songping.
Chu Songping is a top-grade alchemist at a young age. The Nine-Transformation Resurrection Pill he made has saved the lives of countless cultivators.
The path of alchemy is a smooth road for Chu Songping. Qingyun Sect receives visiting cards from other immortal sects almost every day. Countless monks present rare treasures and kneel down to ask Chu Songping to start the furnace to refine alchemy.
However, what kind of class did Chu Songping, who is so good at refining pills, teach to the outer sect disciples today?
Magic class!
It's not an alchemy class, but a magic class.
If an alchemist also practices magic, it must be because his talent in magic is far higher than that in alchemy.
This rule also applies to Chu Songping.
Chu Songping possesses dual mutant spiritual roots of strange fire and strange water, and can simulate other spiritual roots through these two spiritual roots. He can also use spells other than those of water and fire attributes, and his talent for spells is extraordinary. He can learn any spell recorded in the books of the immortal world just by reading it once.
Looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there is no other cultivator more talented than Chu Songping. Even many inner sect elders in the sect are mostly inferior to Chu Songping.
Today, Chu Songping condescended to come to the outer sect to teach, which made the outer sect disciples very excited.
Everyone wanted to be extremely alert and remember every word that Second Brother said in their hearts.
Nanwang thought the same thing.
At least, that's what he thought before the class started.
However, after the lecture began, things were no longer under Nanwang's control...
Chu Songping was far away inside the house, while Nan Wang was sitting outside the door. In front of him were densely packed heads that blocked Chu Songping completely. Above his head was the warm sun, which made him lose his mind.
The content of the lecture was the most basic Qingxin Jue, not the cool telekinesis that Nanwang had been thinking about.
There is no one in the Qingyun Sect who doesn't know the Qingxin Jue. However, the big guys can make even the most basic things come to life.
To use math class as an analogy, the Qingxin Jue that Nanwang had learned before was elementary school math, while the Qingxin Jue taught by Chu Songping is similar to advanced math in college.
Not only are they similar in concept, they are also similar in form.
It's like one plus one equals two one second, and the next second the blackboard is full of gibberish.
The weather is really nice today.
The sunlight is warm but not scalding, like a quilt covering the body in early spring, thin and soft.
The wind was gentle, playing a soothing lullaby softly in my ears.
Nanwang felt that he must be one of the best and most diligent students in the entire outer sect.
——I worked so hard that even in my dreams I was still silently reciting the Qingxin Jue method.
Nan Wang, who was sleeping so soundly that the sun and moon were dim, had no idea that the figure he had not seen clearly since the beginning of the class suddenly moved after he lost consciousness.
After walking past one cushion after another, past the disciples who were taking notes seriously, I finally arrived at——
Here we are——
At his desk.