Teaching the Dean Despite Being a Student

Three days later.

At the edge of a training ground in the rear courtyard of Godwind Academy, Pidgeotto stood bored atop a tree, watching Mo Hui teach Feng Qingcang a Self-Created Soul Skill.

On the training ground below Mo Hui, he extended a finger. More than a dozen wind blades slowly began merging along fixed trajectories at his fingertip, forming a small cyan disc. Under Mo Hui's control, it then began spinning rapidly.

"The key to Cutting Wind Wheel is rotation. Only by spinning at high speed can it unleash its proper power. Otherwise, it's not even as useful as ordinary wind blades."

As he spoke, Mo Hui tossed out the wind blade, slicing a test dummy on the training ground in half. The cut was smooth as a mirror.

Feng Qingcang, standing beside him, immediately tried to follow Mo Hui's demonstration. Although he successfully formed the cyan disc, it became unstable during rotation. Before long, the dozen or so wind blades shattered apart and flew in all directions.

Mo Hui carefully dodged the scattered wind blades, rubbed his forehead, and said helplessly, "Dean, if you can't precisely control so many wind blades while rotating them, try controlling one, two, or three wind blades first. Once you get used to it, slowly increase the number.

"Although that will make the technique much weaker, it can help you practice your control over wind-attribute Soul Power. The essence of both my Self-Created Soul Skills is precise control of wind-attribute Soul Power. Wind blades are merely the medium."

Mo Hui truly had not expected Feng Qingcang, a seasoned high-level Soul Sage, to have such crude control over his Soul Power. Once he departed from the operating patterns of his soul rings, Feng Qingcang's control over his own Soul Power immediately dropped several levels.

No wonder people on the Douluo Continent regarded soul rings as so important. Without Self-Created Soul Skills, the strength of one's soul skills essentially determined a soul master's overall power.

Upon hearing Mo Hui's words, Feng Qingcang's old face immediately reddened.

When learning Air Blade Multi-Merge earlier, his performance had been fairly decent. Though the fusion speed between the wind blades had been somewhat slow, he had still quickly mastered Air Blade: Four-in-One. With more practice, mastering the fusion of additional wind blades would not be difficult.

He had originally felt rather pleased with himself. Looks like I'm quite talented after all. Yet when he began learning Cutting Wind Blade, that thought was instantly thrown out of his mind.

There was no other reason—Cutting Wind Blade was simply too difficult. He had to simultaneously control over a dozen wind blades to form a wind wheel, while also making them spin at high speed without interfering with one another. Even as a Soul Sage, he could not accomplish such a feat in a short time.

Feng Qingcang stubbornly tried several more times, but every attempt ended in failure. Unable to accept it, he immediately complained to Mo Hui, "Little Friend Mo Hui, isn't your Cutting Wind Wheel far too difficult? Even I end up like this when using it. How long would ordinary students need to practice before mastering it? Can't you make it simpler?"

Hearing this, Mo Hui immediately rolled his eyes. "Do you think simplification is that easy? In my view, creating a soul skill isn't difficult, but making it teachable so that everyone can learn it increases the difficulty almost exponentially. Where would I find that much time to study such things?

"Besides, Air Blade Multi-Merge is already very simple. As long as someone's talent isn't too poor, nearly anyone can learn it with a bit of effort. As for Cutting Wind Wheel, let it be exclusive to geniuses."

"Th-that's true."

After hearing Mo Hui's words, Feng Qingcang was left speechless. He had only been complaining.

After all, Self-Created Soul Skills that could be passed down for others to use were already exceedingly rare. Once one appeared, a faction could generally treat it as a family heirloom.

The most typical example was the Clear Sky Sect. They possessed perhaps the greatest number of inherited Self-Created Soul Skills, including a Divine Skill like the Great Sumeru Hammer.

After that, Feng Qingcang said no more and began practicing Cutting Wind Wheel under Mo Hui's guidance.

Several more days passed.

"Haha, I finally succeeded!"

Looking at the rapidly spinning cyan disc in his hand, Feng Qingcang was so excited that tears nearly streamed from his eyes.

It had not been easy. He did not even know how many times he had tried over the past few days before finally managing to stabilize Cutting Wind Wheel for the first time today.

And that was with Mo Hui, its creator, teaching him one-on-one. If he had been alone, even with a cultivation manual, he would have needed at least a month of study just to gain a preliminary grasp of it.

Meanwhile, Mo Hui also let out a breath of relief. He had finally taught this man.

He had never taught anything this complicated before. Teaching someone else was entirely different from learning it himself; many things that seemed perfectly obvious to him required special explanations for others. Sure enough, he could not think too highly of this world.

At the same time, Mo Hui felt somewhat fortunate. Thankfully, the person he was teaching was the dean of Godwind Academy, a Soul Sage-level powerhouse. If he had to teach Cutting Wind Wheel to those Soul Grandmaster and Soul Elder students, he truly feared he would go mad.

Mo Hui then clapped his hands and praised, "As expected of the dean. You mastered Cutting Wind Wheel in just one week. Since you should have learned it by now, I'll head to Hurricane Canyon to cultivate."

"Hmph, stop flattering this old man. Don't I know perfectly well what I'm like?"

Feng Qingcang snorted in response to Mo Hui's words.

Then, Feng Qingcang looked at Mo Hui and smiled faintly. "Of course you can go cultivate in Hurricane Canyon, but I have a job with very generous pay. Would you like to take it?"

"What job?" Mo Hui asked.

"It's nothing difficult. You would merely teach the school's students and teachers Air Blade Multi-Merge and Cutting Wind Wheel."

Feng Qingcang said blandly.

"What?!"

Mo Hui froze for a moment before hurriedly shaking his head. "I won't do it. It takes too much time. I need to cultivate!"

"Don't be so quick to refuse. Won't you at least hear the terms?"

Feng Qingcang raised his brow.

"I won't do it no matter the terms!"

Mo Hui hurriedly shook his head. His time was precious, and he had no time to teach those students. Teaching Feng Qingcang alone had already exhausted him enough; he did not dare imagine how tiring it would be to teach all those students.

With that, Mo Hui summoned Pidgeotto and strode toward Hurricane Canyon.

Seeing that Mo Hui was not taking the bait, Feng Qingcang grew anxious and quickly called out, "What if I pay you four thousand Gold Soul Coins a month, and you only need to teach one class per week?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Mo Hui turned into a streak of cyan light and appeared before Feng Qingcang. His eyes gleamed as he asked:

"Dean, are you serious?"