Book 2: Chapter 197: Divine Teaching Method, Research Group Recruitment
Vol 2 Chapter 197: Divine Teaching Method, Research Group Recruitment
Mu Qingyan followed her senior sister into the classroom and saw that inside, there were not only people from the Hundred Immortals Alliance, but also many Jiushan Sect disciples.
They found a secluded seat and sat down, looking ahead at Zheng Fa with dazed expressions.
Zheng Fa didn’t waste any time and directly said:
“Everyone, I believe you all understand by now—among the current academic disciplines in the Jiushan Realm, the one I value most is mathematics.”
Everyone below nodded.
They weren’t stupid.
Zheng Fa, now the Sect Master of Jiushan and ruler of an entire realm, was personally teaching them. How could they not grasp the significance of that?
Especially since they were from the underachiever group!
Sun Daoyu raised his hand below the stage. It seemed that after this period of time, they had come to understand Zheng Fa’s teaching style and were no longer hesitant to speak.
“Sect Master, is math… really that important?”
The disciples from the Hundred Immortals Alliance hiding in the corners were especially surprised.
The Sect Master was teaching, and a disciple dared to question him?
They looked at Zheng Fa, only to see that the famed Zheng Sect Master not only showed no displeasure, but even nodded with a smile:
“Good question.” He even used himself as an example, “As you all know, I have a certain talent for talisman techniques.”
Everyone twitched at the corners of their mouths.
Is that what you call ‘a certain talent’?
The number one talisman technique expert in the Hundred Immortals Alliance in ten thousand years!
Even if Zheng Fa didn’t bring it up, none of them would forget!
“What if I told you it’s not talent, but a method?” Zheng Fa said slowly, “This method lies in mathematics.”
“That subject ‘Topology’?”
Sun Daoyu seemed to have heard something before and immediately spoke up.
“Yes, it’s one of the major branches of mathematics.” Zheng Fa added, “Senior Sister Zhang’s Talisman Foundation Establishment Technique also reflects this subject—her breakthrough to Nascent Soul was thanks to topology.”
After hearing this,
The disciples from the Hundred Immortals Alliance were breathing heavily.
Zheng Fa had given examples of:
The strongest talisman technique talent.
The fastest Foundation Establishment method.
Even secret arts that aid in forming a Nascent Soul!
This pie was too big—so big it scared them from even taking a bite.
Even Mu Qingyan couldn’t help but ask herself—she also knew plenty of secret arts.
Would she pass them to others this easily?
No!
Impossible!
She looked at Zheng Fa again, and there was now a bit of doubt in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Fa seemed to think the pie wasn’t big enough and added: “But this is only the most basic use of mathematics.”
Everyone was stunned again.
That basic... is it the same word we’re thinking of?
Rationally, of course they didn’t want to believe Zheng Fa’s words.
But Zheng Fa’s expression was entirely serious.
He looked at the disciples and said:
“We often talk about seeking the Dao.”
“What is the Dao? I dare not speak recklessly.”
“But I believe—mathematics may be the first crutch we use on the path of seeking the Dao.”
“……”
Mu Qingyan looked at Zheng Fa, telling herself over and over—this sounds way too far-fetched. A bunch of arithmetic she didn’t value, a few problems she couldn’t understand… how could it be that important?
And yet, somehow…
The expression on Zheng Fa’s face looked strangely sincere.
At that moment, she saw Sun Daoyu nodding and sitting down, as if he had already been convinced.
Wait… you guys seriously believe this?
…
Zheng Fa saw that no one else had questions.
He said, “Then let’s officially start class!”
He didn’t teach the class himself—several talismans flew from his hand, and an illusion formed by the Sect Master’s Grand Illusory Formation enveloped the classroom.
Mu Qingyan watched as a woman appeared before them.
This woman had short hair tied behind her head, the strands tightly stuck to her scalp.
Her lips were pressed into a line.
Her gaze swept over the students in the classroom.
Mu Qingyan didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt a bit nervous, as if she were facing some terrifying powerhouse!
…
Zheng Fa looked at the gold-medal elementary school teacher he had conjured.
For thunder techniques and such, he definitely had to lecture personally.
But math—who said it couldn’t be taught through video?
He even planned to use the same method for future electromagnetism classes.
This teacher was the queen of her field!
Zheng Fa had not only purchased the official licensed videos,
but also bought commercial usage rights.
He just modified her clothes slightly—didn’t even change the face—strictly abiding by legal image usage rights.
Of course, mainly because this teacher’s face—could practically be considered a teaching tool in itself.
The classroom was dead silent.
Only the woman’s fluent, eloquent voice rang out as she lectured.
Zheng Fa was listening too. Not that he didn’t understand the basic math—he was studying her speaking pace, gestures, even her eye movements. In short, he was learning how to teach.
As the teacher reached a certain problem, she paused and pointed to a corner of the room:
“You there, stand up and answer—what method I just taught should be used for this problem?”
Zheng Fa looked over at the corner.
Mu Qingyan slowly stood up, and gulp, swallowed hard.
She looked a little scared…
…
Two hours later, Zheng Fa finally finished this lecture—he was kind of strict with this batch of Jiushan Realm disciples.
Mainly because all of them had some cultivation—no need to go easy on them.
If you won’t die from studying, then study like you’re dying!
But Mu Qingyan felt like she really was dying…
That woman clearly didn’t seem to have any cultivation, yet somehow… she made everyone nervous.
She got called on twice!
Twice!
Now she didn’t even dare lift her head during class!
Only when Zheng Fa announced the end of the lesson did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Zheng Fa continued speaking at the podium:
“One last thing…”
“No way, Sect Master, there’s homework?” a Jiushan Sect disciple wailed from below.
Zheng Fa paused briefly, then said, “Oh, then two last things.”
“……”
The air below was thick with murderous intent.
Zheng Fa gestured, and a glowing screen appeared in midair.
On the screen was a notice.
“Golden Core Engineering Research Group Recruitment Announcement:”
“Requirements (any of the following):”
“Cultivators skilled in pill refinement, artifact forging, or similar arts.”
“Excellent mathematics score or above.”
“Excellent electromagnetism score or above.”
“At least at the completion stage of Foundation Establishment.”
“Note: Cultivators who understand the External Core method will be accepted immediately.”
Everyone below looked bewildered.
Zheng Fa tapped the screen again, and new lines appeared:
“Benefits and Compensation:”
“Monthly Merit Subsidy.”
“Significant merit rewards for outstanding contributions.”
“Upon project completion, based on contribution, candidates may be awarded Inner Sect, Core Disciple, or even Elder status.”
Everyone looked at each other.
Mu Qingyan had never heard of the Golden Core Engineering project.
But the notice gave her the impression that Zheng Fa wanted access to the various techniques in their possession.
She turned to look at her senior sisters.
She saw hesitation and temptation written across their faces.
They had only been here a few days, but already understood how things worked here.
The benefits Zheng Fa offered were very tempting to them—of course, that was also because the secret techniques in their hands weren’t that rare.
The hesitation, likely, was the same as hers—afraid Zheng Fa was trying to take everything without giving anything.
After a while, she signed up along with the others.
It wasn’t that she suddenly trusted Zheng Fa, but she understood—
In the Jiushan Realm, if Zheng Fa really wanted to take everything for nothing, they’d still have to praise him: “Sect Master, what beautiful hands you have…”
She didn’t even think what Zheng Fa was doing was a big deal.
She’d been through too many terrible things—so many that she was numb.
You could even say she was used to it.
As for what kind of secret art to give,
Others might hesitate.
She didn’t really care—she had plenty of those!
Of course, something like the External Core method—she had no intention of giving that up.
First, she couldn’t explain where it came from.
Second—well, that was just how cultivators were. She believed anyone else would do the same.
Zheng Fa looked at the sign-up list in his hand, nodded, and said, “There are a lot of people signing up. I’ll evaluate you all later.”
It looked like he didn’t want too many people either.
Once he left the classroom,
Mu Qingyan heard a small sigh from nearby.
She turned and saw her senior sister looking conflicted. She glanced around at the other Hundred Immortals Alliance disciples, and their expressions were all about the same—
Signing up, of course, was just bowing your head under the eaves.
But bowing didn’t stop them from wallowing in self-pity.
At that moment, Sun Daoyu stood up from the front row. He clapped his hands and said, “Fellow Daoists—especially our new friends from the Hundred Immortals Alliance—if anyone feels they don’t want to participate in the project, just come and tell me. Your registration will be voided.”
“……”
Everyone was surprised at this turn and looked at him, confused.
“The Sect Master knows some of you might feel reluctant but dare not say so to his face, so he specially asked me to do this!” Sun Daoyu said with a smile.
“……”
Mu Qingyan didn’t know what to feel.
Once again, she was sure—in her past life, there had never been anyone named Zheng Fa!
If there had been, she would definitely have heard the name!
“Really?”
A male disciple from the Hundred Immortals Alliance mumbled.
“Absolutely true!” Sun Daoyu said firmly. “You’ll come to understand after staying in Jiushan Sect for a while—our Sect Master… never lies!”
Mu Qingyan sharply noticed that when he said our Sect Master, his face even showed a bit of pride.
Zheng Fa… Once again, she repeated that name silently in her heart.
…
Modern day.
In the nursing home, Zheng Fa smiled at the old man in front of him.
Next to the old man, Team Leader Yang held the test report with a face full of joy.
“Old Hou! The doctor said your body’s in such shape, you’ve got another twenty years ahead of you!”
Old Hou grinned wide and said, “Twenty years! Twenty years is plenty—plenty!”
He turned to look at the new variety of rice in the test field, his face full of delight.
Compared to when he first arrived—his face yellow and waxy—Old Hou now had tenderer skin, more color in his cheeks,
He stood straighter—anyone could tell he was in great shape.
Zheng Fa looked at the old man, and felt a touch of joy himself.
The Farmer Stance required visualization of various plants and farming movements.
And Old Hou was extremely suited for it.
He practiced it no slower than Zheng Fa had learned the Linghe Body!
Now he had basically achieved cultivation success.
“Old Hou, why don’t you write down your experience training in the Farmer Stance for me?”
“No problem—what do you need that for?” Old Hou nodded first, then asked in confusion.
Zheng Fa smiled and said, “I want to see what these martial arts have in common.”
What he really wanted…
Was to create a broadcast exercise routine suitable for the Jiushan Realm…