"Show me."
Yun Chengwang was even more surprised, but after pausing for a moment, he took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over.
This action itself is no longer a trivial matter - Cloud Heaven Art is the top secret of the Heavenly Dao Academy. Even most elders don't have the complete version. He took it out and showed it to a candidate. The two elders next to him frowned slightly.
Lin Feng took the jade slip, penetrated his consciousness, and scanned it quickly, which took about ten seconds.
Then put the jade slip back on the table.
"Too bad."
In the rest area, it was quiet for three seconds.
The faces of the two elders darkened at the same time. One of them, a veteran elder with cultivation level Early God Emperor Stage, said with obvious displeasure in his voice:
"What do you mean? Cloud Heaven Art is the inheritance of our hospital for four thousand years, and the ancestors of all generations have worked hard--"
"There is a fundamental error in the spiritual power transformation path of the seventh level," Lin Feng interrupted him with a calm tone, "Forcibly follow this path to reach God Emperor Realm. The higher the level, the more unstable the foundation. I guess it is extremely difficult for your deans to break through after Mid God Emperor Stage, and some people even regressed."
The elder's words were stuck in his throat.
He recalled the cultivation records of past deans, those seniors who stayed at Mid God Emperor Stage for a very long time, those cases where breakthroughs failed and they retreated...
Yun Chengwang's expression also changed, becoming serious and focused:
"How do you tell there's something wrong with the seventh floor?"
"Logic," Lin Feng said, "The path of spiritual power follows a set of Higher-Dimensional mechanical laws. Your exercises are self-consistent on the first six levels, but the seventh level expands the direction of the main meridians. This conflicts with the direction of the internal force accumulated on the first six levels. Every time Greater Celestial Circuit, some of the power is offset. In the long run, you are consuming yourself with your own exercises."
"The correction method is very simple." He picked up a pen on the table, turned Wild Domain Gazetteer to a blank page, and drew a simple picture on it, with three lines and a few arrows. "Change the path on the seventh floor, and move it inward instead of expanding outward. It will form a closed loop with the first six layers. There will be no offset, but a gain."
The elder, who was originally frowning, stared at the picture and did not speak immediately.
He read the picture once, and then again, and then his consciousness began to verify the new path in his body, starting from the starting point of spiritual power operation and following the direction on the picture, step by step.
Halfway through the push, his whole body trembled slightly.
He is a person who has been practicing the seventh level of Cloud Heaven Art for three hundred years. During these three hundred years, he has had the vague and inexplicable "twisting" feeling, and the strange state of being a little weak every time after Greater Celestial Circuit. He thought it was because his level was not enough, and he never thought about the technique itself.
Now, he saw the root of the "twist" in this simple picture.
He slowly stood up from the chair, and then bent down in front of Lin Feng.
A Early God Emperor Stage veteran of the Heavenly Dao Academy bowed deeply to a young man who had just come to take part in the admissions assessment today:
"Please sir, give me a lesson."
It was completely quiet in the rest area.
Yun Chengwang stared at the picture for a long time, and then looked at Lin Feng with real conviction in his tone:
"You don't want to be a disciple."
"I don't want to," Lin Feng said, "I don't need to learn your exercises. There isn't much you can teach me."
Yun Chengwang was silent for a moment, but instead of getting angry, he smiled again, this time with a bit more truth in his smile:
"Then what do you want?"
"Visiting professor," Lin Feng said, "I teach a few courses in the college in exchange for the right to use the college's database and temporary access rights to restricted areas."
"What class do you teach?"
"The underlying logic of cultivating immortality," Lin Feng said, "Most of the monks here only know how to increase their cultivation level, but don't know how the things behind the cultivation level work. The efficiency is low and the upper limit is low. If you meet someone like me who can read the rules, you can see the flaws at a glance."
Yun Chengwang picked up the picture, looked at it again, and put it into his sleeve.
"Okay," he said, "Tomorrow, you don't need to take the third level assessment. You can enroll directly. The college will prepare arrangements for you to be a visiting professor."
He paused and added:
"However, you have to be prepared for the whole hospital to be in an uproar."
"It doesn't matter," Lin Feng said, "I'm used to it."
The news spread that night, and by the next morning, Heavenly Dao Academy, from top to bottom, from the dean to the handyman cleaning the courtyard, everyone knew one thing:
This year there was a strange person in the admissions class, with a bone age of over two years old, Mid God King Stage. When he came in, he said that the dean's Zhenyuan Kung Fu was bad, and he taught a 300-year-old elder on the spot. The elder begged to teach him. In the end, that person was not accepted as a student, but became a visiting professor.
This is the first time in the academy's four thousand years.
Lin Feng's class is called "Transformation of Higher-Dimensional Mechanics and Spiritual Qi".
On the day this class title was posted on the bulletin board, nearly two hundred people gathered around it. Everyone stood there and stared at it for a long time. Basically no one was sure what the class was teaching, and almost no one dared to say that they fully understood these six words.
"Higher-Dimensional mechanics... what is it?"
"The transformation of Spiritual Qi... is it the transformation that Spiritual Qi transforms into the realm when it breaks through?"
"Why do I feel like this course title sounds like some ancient secret method?"
Regardless of whether they understood it or not, after the news spread, the number of students who signed up for the seventh lecture hall filled up the quota and overflowed. In the end, Yun Chengwang had to change the lecture hall to the largest open-air plaza in the college. The quota was opened to 300 people, but the supply was still in short supply.
Quite a number of people came here to see the fun, and wanted to see with their own eyes what the weirdo who said the dean's exercises were bad and made the elders kneel down to ask for advice could do on the podium.
When Lin Feng stood on the podium, it was very quiet below. There were more than 300 pairs of eyes with different expressions. Those sitting in the front row were the college disciples with higher cultivation level, and those sitting in the back row were the newly admitted candidates this year. Standing around and watching, a few Lin Feng recognized them - the elders were also here. Outside the crowd, their expressions were pretending to be casual, and their eyes were more focused than anyone else.
He stood in front of the podium for two seconds and looked down. There was no nonsense:
"Let me ask a question first," he said, "Those who know how to cast Fireball Spell, raise your hands."
More than half of the people raised their hands. Fireball Spell is the most basic attack technique, and most people in the academy with a little bit of cultivation can do it.
"Very good," Lin Feng said, "Then let me ask again, do you know that the Fireball Spell you used only exerted a few percent of its theoretical power at most?"
Someone below started talking in low voices.
"What percent?" A Divine Marquis Realm disciple sitting in the front row frowned, "I used all my strength to activate my spiritual power when I was using it. How could it be possible that there was only--"
"Three to seven percent," Lin Feng said, "Different people, the difference is within this range, but no one is more than ten."