Chapter 2620 - 1510

Jiang Congtang arrived at the classroom for the lecture. Maybe it was because many people had heard that there was a Martial Uncle coming to teach them, a new Martial Uncle.

Lots of people were very curious, and some were just there to watch.

Because some wanted to see him make a fool of himself, and some wanted to audit the class. It was Jiang Congtang’s first time lecturing, and they also couldn’t allow a newcomer to teaching to make mistakes.

This class might be a kind of test.

Jiang Congtang had been able to cultivate from the ordinary Secret Manuals Jiang Tang gave him, all the way up to practicing mid-grade manuals.

Now he was already able to do Alchemy. He could refine level 1, 2, and 3 Pills, even higher-grade Pills.

And this lecture was only about explaining the rules and skills of Alchemy, the most basic course.

Jiang Congtang felt it was easy to handle.

He didn’t even need to write a lecture outline, just said whatever came to mind.

After all, he had studied those Skill Books from the Immortal Sect before.

From entry-level up to Alchemy, he was thoroughly familiar. For this class now, he just had to talk through what he’d learned back then.

For those who had just entered the sect, they might not yet have the ability to learn Alchemy. If they couldn’t understand, they could take notes.

For those who had just entered the stage of practicing skills, it was very useful for them and could raise their proficiency in this skill. Things they hadn’t thought of, things they couldn’t figure out, would all be resolved.

Jiang Congtang swept his gaze across the group of Disciples. Among them were those who hadn’t reached above the third layer of Qi Refining, and also those below Great Perfection in Qi Refining.

Among the other auditors, there were familiar faces. That person there had to be one of those who invited him, insisting he had to come teach, right?

Back then, he wasn’t the only one sharing a courtyard with them. That courtyard housed six Disciples.

More than ten years had passed, and everyone’s achievements were different.

Maybe he was the worst, and the one in front of him was the second worst. He didn’t make things hard for the ones whose abilities were a bit higher, but instead picked on him, the weakest one?

Was it because he was weaker and easier to bully?

This fellow’s ill intentions would definitely leave him disappointed today.

He could tell just from the other’s expression: from the initial look of watching a show, to disbelief, to not accepting it, to repeatedly shaking his head.

Had this person become Demon-obsessed?

Jiang Congtang recalled the years when they had lived together in the same courtyard, three years. During those three years, the few of them who had just entered the sect into that same courtyard would go to the cafeteria together, and also attend classes together.

But later on, Jiang Congtang was gradually isolated by these people.

He didn’t know if it was because his rate of improvement was too slow and made others look down on him, or for some other reason.

At that time, Jiang Congtang was also very busy. After the first year of free food and free lodging, starting from the second year he had to go out on missions.

Once he started doing missions, they saw each other even less.

Up until they all left that courtyard, they rarely met after that.

He hadn’t expected the other person’s hostility toward him to be so heavy.

It’s not like he stole this person’s lover, nor did he steal his resources.

Did Jiang Congtang understand it?

He certainly didn’t understand it now. Some types of people just loved to be jealous of others.

They looked down on others, couldn’t stand others doing well.

If it’s a stranger, they only think it in their heart.

If it’s someone they know, it turns into comparisons, treating the other as an imaginary enemy, and unintentionally becoming enemies.

For Jiang Congtang’s first class, he only talked about some small Alchemy skills, and didn’t personally do any demonstrations.

In this lesson, he didn’t talk about the effects of Medicinal Herbs either. Those would be covered in other classes.

Throughout his entire class, the students frequently took notes, listened with great interest, listened so attentively that when class ended...

Those students surrounded him and asked:

"Martial Uncle, how come you’re so familiar with Alchemy? How did you manage it at the start?"

"Alchemy is just one type of skill we learn. But before doing Alchemy, you must get familiar with Medicinal Herbs and understand their properties. Back then, your uncle here worked several jobs a day, all kinds of labor. At the Spirit Medicine Garden, I would also work several jobs a day."

Some of the ones asking hadn’t known about Jiang Congtang’s situation before. Now that they’d heard it, they felt it was unbelievable.

A Martial Uncle being that diligent—did that mean they weren’t diligent enough?

If working more could accumulate experience and improve one’s personal abilities, then they should also consider working more.

But as soon as they thought about working more, they felt tired already, and on top of that they still had to cultivate. Just thinking about it made them feel exhausted.

Some felt it was absurd, unbelievable, impossible to do!

Some, however, were eager to give it a try. Everyone’s situation was different: those with good circumstances naturally didn’t need to work; those in poor circumstances had to consider working.

Especially the ones who had just entered the sect—they were thoughtful, but only just thoughtful. Work was something for later. Right now they had free food and lodging and could receive reward distributions.

They planned to attend a few more of Jiang Congtang’s classes.

Even if they couldn’t learn other kinds of experience this way, learning more of his life experience wouldn’t be bad.

While the students were circling around Jiang Congtang with their questions, he had already noticed the teachers on the outer edge. They had already left—seemed like his lecturing had passed the test.

But that one person shot him a glance, then left arrogantly.

Jiang Congtang didn’t take that person to heart.

With the level of ability he was cultivating now, he wouldn’t have much interaction with that person in the future.

There might be a bit of friction right now, but he didn’t feel that this person was dangerous.

Because truly dangerous people hide themselves, and wait for the right day to strike.