Xu Yi lectured on several branches of mathematics. He could make profound ideas easy to understand, starting with the tiniest problems and leading into grander concepts. Everything he said was genuine insight.
Even more remarkable, whenever someone asked a question, he answered it effortlessly.
Though lecture halls flourished throughout the outer worlds of Biyou Academy, drawing talented scholars and geniuses from every corner, few had studied mathematics to such profound depths as Xu Yi.
After just two or three lectures, the Preaching Pavilion was packed to capacity.
Xu Yi relished the feeling—not the attention of the crowd, but the collision of sparks from clashing ideas. As he answered others' questions, new sparks of thought would always flare to life.
Day after day, year after year, Xu Yi gradually grew accustomed to this life.
As he lectured, the merit points on his lecture token accumulated at a rapid pace. After he went through a duel, in particular, the points began pouring in faster than ever.
That duel had taken place during his fourth lecture at the Preaching Pavilion. Wang Moke had sent his sword sweeping through the pavilion and toppled it, leaving Xu Yi no choice but to accept the challenge.
Wang Moke, a corpse-forming slayer, had no right to challenge Xu Yi, but he did have the right to cause a disturbance. Xu Yi could certainly have asked the council to intervene, but that would undoubtedly have damaged his reputation and hindered his lectures.
Wang Moke had seen that clearly. That was why he had sent the pavilion's roof flying—he knew Xu Yi would be forced to fight.
And Xu Yi did indeed accept the challenge.
In truth, Wang Moke's appearance had come as no surprise to Xu Yi.
He knew all too well that once he had risen by