Chapter 105: A World-Shocking Technique

With Qingyang’s reconstruction completed so swiftly, the old man resumed classes the very next day.

Since lessons had been suspended for two days, a backlog of coursework had piled up.

As a responsible “training institution,” Yun Jiao had no choice but to help by grading the homework from Class Two.

Perhaps because the people of this world were naturally stronger in the literary arts, these cultivation technique papers weren’t nearly as disastrous as the formation exams had been.

Overall accuracy exceeded sixty percent, and over a dozen students had even scored above ninety.

The few errors were in the extension questions rather than in the core comprehension of the techniques.

Yun Jiao once again felt this world was extremely lopsided in its academics—mathematics was basically in its infancy.

Concepts she found simple, like formation calculations or logical reasoning, stumped them completely.

As she graded, she found herself seriously considering whether to start a “cultivation mathematics enrichment class” after this term.

Just then, a familiar figure stepped into the room.

“Little… Martial-niece!” Wenqing entered with an amiable smile, doing his best to appear kind—though the sight was somewhat spoiled by the spectacular bruises and swelling on his face.

Yun Jiao looked up at him in surprise. “You… didn’t you go back to the heavens?”

“Of course I did,” Wenqing said, smiling even more kindly. “But I thought, since we’re all from the same lineage, it’s only right to visit more often. So, here I am again.”

“…” Wow, interrealm travel visas must be really easy to get these days.

Yun Jiao glanced at his black-and-blue face, remembering vividly how he’d been smacked into a wall the day before. It had taken the old man nearly a whole day to dig him out. She felt a twinge of guilt and instinctively pulled out her silver needles.

“Do you want me to…” give you a few acupuncture points? It’ll heal faster.

“No need! This is Master’s punishment. I deserve it.” He didn’t seem too bothered. Catching sight of the silver needles, his expression shifted to curiosity. “Little Martial-niece, so you practice spiritual medicine? Diligent! Already cultivating so early.”

“No, I’m grading homework,” she replied flatly.

“Homework?” Wenqing blinked, then realization dawned. “Master even assigns you coursework?”

He suddenly felt a little jealous. Back in his day, they’d been completely left to their own devices. Clearly, the Patriarch valued this disciple far more.

Remembering his purpose, he quickly added, “If you encounter anything you don’t understand, I can help explain it.”

“It’s not my homework,” Yun Jiao said seriously. “I’m correcting other disciples’ assignments.”

“Other disciples?” Wenqing froze. “But… aren’t there only two disciples here?”

“They’re disciples from other sects,” she explained casually. “The old man—Bai Yu—teaches them through communication talismans.”

Wenqing glanced at the stack of papers in her hand. Indeed, they were all identical exams, each filled out in different handwriting.

He turned his head toward the old man, who was muttering into a communication talisman, and realization struck. He’d assumed the man was chatting with an old friend—but he was teaching?

The more Wenqing thought about it, the more astonished he became. “You… you’re teaching your sect’s secret techniques to other sects?”

“Mm.” Yun Jiao nodded, utterly unconcerned. “They want to learn, so we teach. We’re all disciples of the Mystical Path anyway.”

Everyone had paid tuition—it was all fair and transparent business!

Wenqing stood there, dumbstruck.

He knew better than anyone what those cultivation arts represented.

They weren’t just ghost-banishing charms; when mastered, they could command yin and yang, summon spirits, even lead one to immortality.

Mystic arts were the road to ascension.

Even back when he had founded the Taiching Sect in his prime, with thousands of disciples under him, he had never taught so freely.

Only his most trusted students received true transmission. Outsiders? Never.

Yet this junior had no hesitation—teaching advanced techniques openly, without even requiring the students to join their sect.

Anyone who wanted to learn could learn.

Suddenly, Wenqing understood why his master held her in such high regard.

That kind of open-mindedness and selflessness put him to shame. Truly, the younger generation is terrifying.

Moved by admiration, he lowered his head to glance at the papers on the desk—

—and froze.

“‘Spirit returns to the source, all seals become one’…” He rubbed his eyes, thinking he must’ve misread. “Wait—this… this is the Heart of the Mystic Mind Sutra?!”

“Yeah.” Yun Jiao graded another paper calmly, marking a score and stacking it aside. “You’ve practiced it too?”

Wenqing was utterly stunned. He looked from the paper to her, speechless.

“T-this is a Heaven-rank cultivation method!” Back then, of all their master’s disciples, only their Seventh Brother had been granted this scripture—and even he had yet to master it. “You’re… just teaching it to others like that?!”

Yun Jiao turned, giving him a calm, questioning look. “Is there a problem?”

“…” Problem?

Problem?!

w(Д)w

That was a Heaven-rank technique!

Do you even realize what that means?!

Reaching the tenth layer guaranteed ascension—one could keep cultivating even in the heavens!

Even their Seventh Brother was still stuck at the twelfth layer, struggling for years. That scripture was practically the holy treasure of their entire sect—and she was just handing it out?!

Wenqing’s heart ached. His mind went blank, and an ominous thought struck him. “You don’t mean to tell me you’re planning to… teach the entire Heart Sutra to them?”

“Of course not.” She shook her head.

Wenqing exhaled in relief. Thank the heavens.

Then she added, “We can’t just offer one class. There’s also Heaven’s Descent Technique, Five Element Heart Refining Manual, Yin-Yang Reincarnation Mantra, and others. It’s not a big list yet, but we’ll expand it later.”

Wenqing: “…”

Pffft—!

He almost spat blood.

So not only were they teaching one Heaven-rank scripture—they were teaching a collection!

He felt like his entire sect lineage was collectively weeping in the afterlife.

“Little Martial-niece…” He tried again weakly. “Does… Master know about all this?”

“Of course. I showed him the syllabus first. These textbooks were originally provided by the Patriarch—I just elaborated and simplified them.”

“…”

Well. That shut him up. He had no grounds to object.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. Relax, relax. Everyone’s aptitude differs. Even if the techniques spread, few will truly master them.

“You’re worried our teaching quality isn’t up to standard?” Yun Jiao misread his expression. Thinking he was concerned about Qingyang’s reputation, she quickly reassured him, “Don’t worry, our textbooks are simplified versions—clear and beginner-friendly. All approved by the Patriarch himself, and personally tested by the old man. Absolutely safe, no side effects!”

As she spoke, she handed him a copy. “Here, see for yourself—Comprehensive Analysis of the Heart of the Mystic Mind Sutra.”

Wenqing accepted it instinctively, flipping it open. He read a few lines—and his eyes went wide.

He flipped more pages, faster and faster, until he was reading at lightning speed, finally channeling his spiritual sense to scan the entire book.

Holy—!

What in the heavens was this?!

Was he seeing things?!

This was supposedly the same Heart Sutra his Seventh Brother had been stuck on for centuries?!

(⊙_⊙)

It wasn’t the same—it was better!

Every obscure passage had been reinterpreted with perfect clarity.

Every bottleneck they’d once struggled through was broken down step by step, with logical progression and examples.

It wasn’t just simplified—it was flawlessly optimized!

If he practiced this version, he was confident he could reach the tenth layer in one go!

He stood there, completely dumbfounded, his worldview shattered. Finally, he turned to Yun Jiao with trembling hands. “L-Little Martial-niece!”

“Hmm?”

“Could I… borrow this book for a few days?”

With this, Seventh Brother could finally break through the twelfth layer!

“Sure!” Yun Jiao agreed readily. There were hundreds of copies anyway—the Celestial Masters Hall had helped mass-produce them.

Wenqing’s eyes lit up. “Wonderful! Thank yo—”

“Five hundred taels,” she said, holding out her hand.

“…What?”

“In gold.”

Wenqing: “…”

Holy crap.

(End of Chapter)