Chapter 1145: Why Are There So Many Problematic Students?

Initially, the residents of Mu Xue City were overjoyed to learn that a supreme expert had helped them resolve the beast tide. The city had been spared, with no casualties.

Later, some quick-thinking cultivators turned their attention to the corpses of the demonic beasts. Even the lowest-level beasts were at the Foundation Establishment stage, meaning selling them would bring in a significant amount of spirit stones. However, a stark reality soon presented itself: while the supreme expert had dealt with the beasts, their sword qi remained within the creatures' bodies.

Deputy City Lord Ma's unfortunate encounter with the sword qi served as a clear warning.

Over a month has passed since the beast tide, yet the sword qi remains within the demonic beasts, almost completely unchanged.

The cultivators of Mu Xue City sighed, seemingly resigned to waiting for time to gradually wear down the sword qi. Meanwhile, the Peerless Sword Venerable was methodically teaching the children the Tiger Roar Fist.

“Excellent, excellent,” he praised. “Combat experience truly makes a difference. As usual, let’s begin our group sparring.”

Lu Yang was very pleased with his students’ progress in the Tiger Roar Fist. Ever since they fought desperately to kill that lone wolf at Qi Condensation Stage Two, their ferocity had increased significantly.

While mastering martial arts techniques is important, innate ferocity is an equally crucial factor.

To give an example, look at Meng Jingzhou. His vigorous spirit allowed him to advance his martial arts by leaps and bounds; Lu Yang couldn't even keep up with him.

If these students were to venture outside, they would easily be hailed as Grand Martial Masters, considered top-tier among mortals. However, the students themselves had no concept of this and were unaware of their own strength.

A sudden cry of surprise interrupted Lu Yang’s thoughts. “Su Yuan actually won?”

“Isn’t he the least talented among us, losing every single fight?” “Is this his first win?” “Even if Gao Yifan’s strength is below average, he shouldn’t have lost to Su Yuan.”

Listening to the students’ chatter, Lu Yang quickly grasped what had happened. Su Yuan, who had always been the least talented, had won this group sparring session.

Lu Yang had observed Su Yuan; the child was very hardworking, but his talent was simply too poor.

He heard Su Yuan was an orphan who had wandered to survive in his early years. Perhaps that had weakened his body, and without cultivator parents like Gong Che, his fundamental cultivation was naturally far behind.

“Su Yuan won! Excellent, excellent. It seems your private practice truly paid off.” Lu Yang led the applause, as he always advocated for encouraging education.

“Teacher, I honestly don’t know what happened just now,” Su Yuan said shyly. “It was like I won by some fluke.”

“That’s rubbish! I was clearly being careless!” Gao Yifan retorted angrily. He could lose to anyone but Su Yuan; it was too shameful!

Lu Yang watched the two students with interest. “Is that so? Why don’t you two spar again?”

“Old Gao, are you in?” “I’m in!”

As the sound of tiger roars filled the air, Su Yuan and Gao Yifan began their second round of sparring. It was clear to the other students that Su Yuan was at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, Su Yuan changed his fist to a claw, striking at Gao Yifan. Gao Yifan hadn’t expected Su Yuan to alter his moves mid-fight and, unsure how to react, could only retreat.

Su Yuan swiftly stepped forward, delivered a rapid punch, broke through Gao Yifan’s defense, and knocked him to the ground.

“Su Yuan won again!”

The students exclaimed. If the first win was a fluke, then the second win was undeniable proof of skill.

“Good, you’ve certainly improved,” Lu Yang said. “But how did you come up with that move, changing your fist to a claw?” (This was the essence of the Tiger Roar Fist, something that couldn't be explicitly taught and relied solely on insight. Su Yuan had actually comprehended it.) “I just felt that’s how I should strike,” Su Yuan replied.

“It seems your hard work is paying off. Alright, class dismissed.” Lu Yang clapped his hands.

After class, Su Yuan, his expression panicked, rushed back to his thatched hut and confronted the other voice in his head.

“Who exactly are you?” he demanded. “And why didn’t you let me tell Teacher Lu the truth?!”

Su Yuan angrily questioned the voice. During his sparring with Gao Yifan, a voice had suddenly appeared in his mind, instructing him on his moves.

He couldn't beat Gao Yifan, but by following the voice's commands, he had won against Gao Yifan twice in a row.

When Lu Yang asked him why he had used those moves, he had intended to tell Teacher Lu about the other voice in his head, but the voice had stopped him.

For some reason, the voice made him believe it implicitly.

“Are you hiding something, which is why you don’t want me to talk about you?”

“You are inexperienced and don’t understand the wickedness of human hearts,” the voice replied. “My existence is a monumental secret, and also your great fortune. I’ve never seen anyone reveal their good fortune.”

“With me, even mastering the Tiger Roar Fist won’t be difficult for you, and defeating someone like Shi Yi or Gong Che will be effortless.”

“However, if you change too quickly, it’s easy to attract unwanted attention. It’s best to gradually grow stronger,” the voice advised, sounding very considerate of Su Yuan.

But Su Yuan remained suspicious of the voice and asked cautiously, “Who are you, and why are you in my body?!”

“Who am I?” The voice paused when asked about its identity, then replied melancholically, “I don’t know who I am either. Perhaps one day, you can help me find the answer.”

“Is that so? Your identity sounds quite mysterious.” A sudden voice spoke, and Su Yuan’s face lit up.

“Teacher Lu!” Teacher Lu had appeared at his home without him even noticing.

Lu Yang displayed a benevolent teacher’s smile. “I’m here for a home visit. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

The voice stopped responding.

“Alright, don’t hide,” Lu Yang said. “I heard your entire conversation.” Still, the voice remained silent.

Lu Yang didn't rush, calmly watching Su Yuan. Finally, the voice lost its composure and spoke in a deep, threatening tone.

“Boy, though I can’t recall my origins, I remember that in my lifetime, I was a Mahayana stage mighty expert. You, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, cannot possibly fathom my affairs!”

Despite the threatening words, the voice didn't exude a convincing aura of power.

“A Mahayana stage expert, indeed very powerful,” Lu Yang said, sitting down and gesturing for Su Yuan to do the same. He then took out two leaves and prepared a cup of tea for each of them.

“This… this is Enlightenment Tea?!” The voice was visibly shocked. This was absolutely not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator could possess.

Who exactly was this person?!

Lu Yang shook his head. Could the other party not even recognize that the leaves he presented came from the Enlightenment Tea Tree King?

But it didn't matter. An old senior, even if lacking knowledge, was still an old senior. The respect due to them must still be given.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands, and observed Su Yuan.

“If I’m not mistaken, Senior, you’ve likely been residing in Su Yuan for over a decade, merely dormant,” Lu Yang began. “Were you roused when I took Su Yuan to hunt demonic beasts, or by the yang energy of the Tiger Roar Fist?”

The voice remained silent for a long moment before finally responding, “The Tiger Roar Fist you teach is indeed extraordinary.” If an outsider had been present, they would have noticed that Lu Yang wasn't communicating via divine sense within a mental space, but through ordinary spoken language. The voice, however, spoke by borrowing Su Yuan’s body.