Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards

"Master, I would like to cultivate the Pure Yang True Skill first! Its effects on preserving youth and enhancing beauty are very appealing to me!"

During the lecture, a young girl dressed in elegant clothing like a little nobleman, Liou Luoying, was the first to raise her small hand and express her opinion.

"Hmm, Xiaoying, your Qiankun Eight Trigrams Palm is quite refined, and combined with the Pure Yang True Skill, its power can be increased several folds."

Wang Zhifan nodded slightly upon hearing this, approving of the girl who seemed willful but was actually the strongest with the greatest talent among the current fifty disciples.

She was different from the other disciples who were almost beginners. Although they were about the same age, she had been following elders in practicing Taoist cultivation techniques since childhood, and her strength had already reached the Postnatal Fourth Layer, undeniably a little genius. Her coming here to cultivate was purely coincidental.

"Quan’Er, have you made any plans?"

Wang Zhifan then asked his first disciple, Qin Quan, wanting to know the thoughts of this extraordinary boy who matched martial arts requirements physically and in temperament.

"Reporting to Master, I wish to first cultivate the Wind and Thunder Heaven-Treading Skill."

Qin Quan, whose dark skin made him resemble a little bronze statue, immediately looked up at him and responded, prompting a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You actually want to cultivate lightweight skill first? I thought you’d prefer the Infinite Golden Body Skill, which suits your physique better... Haha, it seems flying and treading the earth is every young boy’s dream... I approve."

When Wang Zhifan first accepted Qin Quan, he had already decided to teach him the Infinite Golden Body Skill. After all, his natural physique was like a golden body, very tough and robust, not pursuing this path would be a huge waste.

However, he wasn’t a rigid person, and since the disciple wanted to learn to tread in air to fulfill every young boy’s dream, he approved. Anyway, when he encounters bottlenecks in the Wind and Thunder Heaven-Treading Skill, he will surely turn to other skills.

After understanding the thoughts of this more noticeable disciple, before Wang Zhifan could inquire further, the slender and extremely clever Huang Feihua took the initiative to report his plan to Wang Zhifan.

"Master, I wish to first cultivate the Wind and Thunder Heaven-Treading Skill, and then the Great Dream Saber Scripture!"

"Hmm, this route indeed suits you, but I suggest you also cultivate the Pure Yang True Skill to strengthen your physique. Speed is good, but your foundation must be solid."

Clearly, this clever boy understood his advantages. He wanted to follow a speed and explosive technique style. With lightweight skills, he could fully unleash the mysterious and ever-changing style of the Great Dream Saber Scripture.

If he could master it, he would undoubtedly become an assassin flow saber user who would be extremely difficult to defend against, but Wang Zhifan understood from personal experience that while having a standout style, one shouldn’t have overly weak points; otherwise, one could become a glass cannon with no margin for error.

Thus, after questioning the top three disciples, Wang Zhifan directed the other disciples to express their thoughts, categorizing them accordingly, and started the cultivation technique instruction.

His teaching method was highly efficient. Instead of explaining the basics and key points of each technique sequentially, he directly divided them into groups and sent them into the Black Tower to learn from the instructional courses he had set up the previous night.

The previous night, he had spent some time arranging specialized teaching spaces in the Black Tower, each containing a Dream Me Avatar. Meticulously setting the Black Tower to control these avatars as if they were operating monsters, these avatars would teach the content he had pre-programmed.

It was as if his disciples entered unique projection rooms, where there were corresponding cultivation technique PowerPoint presentations, and live demonstrations on how to wield a saber, bathe in the morning sun while meditating, or contemplate the essence of wind and thunder.

This method greatly saved Wang Zhifan’s time and energy, freeing him from the inefficiencies of repetitive teaching, though it had its drawbacks. The avatars in the Black Tower could only deliver pre-set content and lacked the ability to answer questions posed by the disciples.

However, this issue wasn’t hard to solve. Wang Zhifan had already informed the disciples to ask him directly any questions they had after learning the basics, offering a detailed Q&A session at a designated time.

With that, Wang Zhifan’s endeavor in imparting knowledge officially commenced at the Martial Venerable Hall.

He followed his pre-existing plan, delegating the main instructional tasks to the Black Tower, while personally handling only the most complex parts. Each disciple learned the foundational aspects and began practical cultivation, diligently following the instructional guidance.

In contrast, Wang Zhifan, as the master, found himself quite relaxed. He mostly trained in the inner hall, occasionally receiving visiting guests or checking with Qingyangzi to see if there were tasks requiring his intervention to eliminate demon people.

"Comrade Martial Venerable, recently there have been no new Demon Venerable sightings around Celestial Essence City, and reports indicate that other areas are also free of Demon Venerables...

The scholar responsible for calculating the Calamity Realm’s overarching situation asserts that this is not a good omen...

His calculations suggest that the Demon Realm is likely preparing for a large-scale invasion.

They might deploy hundreds of powerful Demon Venerables at once, leading hundreds of millions or even billions of demons to invade the Calamity Realm, at which point we’ll face a terrifying catastrophe."

"Has the scholar calculated an approximate date for the Demon Realm’s attack?"

"In a month, no more than a month and a half."

"Then we have little time left to prepare..."

"Comrade Fanyun, please do not disclose this classified information to the public, as it could cause chaos and panic among the masses."

"Why not inform the public? Gathering them within the array might help reduce losses."

"Comrade Fanyun, amidst such a catastrophe, concentrating the populace would only facilitate the demons’ mass slaughter, and the City Defense Array cannot stop hundreds of powerful Demon Venerables... Only by dispersing the populace can we retain some hope for survival..."

"Is the situation truly this dire?"

"Precisely so... Moreover, what I just mentioned is not the full extent. The scholar has also suspected for a while that the Demon Realm has hidden other Demon Lords who may descend upon the Calamity Realm after the catastrophe unfolds for a while. At that point, he would be of no assistance to us."

"There are Demon Lords as well? In that case, we can only leave it to the scholar to handle..."

After exchanging some words with Qingyangzi and obtaining the latest classified information, Wang Zhifan realized the turbulent undercurrents lurking beneath the current tranquility.

One could say that the Calamity Realm was in the calm before a storm, and it was a superstorm at that.

If the scholar’s calculations were accurate, the pressure the Calamity Realm was about to endure would be thousands or even tens of thousands of times more than the sum of the previous months, an unprecedented extreme situation in history.

"It’s come to this, and I’m still taking on disciples? What good is that!"

For a moment, Wang Zhifan felt quite speechless, not expecting the situation to deteriorate so quickly.

Originally, everyone assumed the Demon Realm would gradually torment the Calamity Realm, with battles continuing intermittently for a long time.

But unexpectedly, the Demon Realm was ready to go all in. If they did intend to deploy the force predicted by the scholar, this world might not withstand the attack, possibly getting completely flattened.

"Is this what they call a high-difficulty dungeon... What can I do before the catastrophe arrives?"

Leaving Qingyang Palace, Wang Zhifan felt somewhat confused, as if whatever he did now would not make much difference, with the outcome of the catastrophe uncertain.

Until he made his way east to his Martial Venerable Hall and encountered someone unexpected, his thoughts were forcibly pulled back.

"He Kuang? Why are you here?"

At that moment, in front of the Martial Venerable Hall, under the blue sky and white sun, a young man of ordinary appearance, carrying a black long spear on his back, was looking up at the plaque of the Martial Venerable Hall, lost in thought.

The young man, hearing Wang Zhifan call his name, immediately turned his head, surprise showing on his face, as he responded:

"Benefactor! You also came to visit the Martial Venerable Hall?"

It turned out this was the same young man known as the ultimate spear saint that Wang Zhifan had rescued a few days ago. He had come to the Martial Venerable Hall, his purpose unknown.