You've Graduated

Zhishou spoke one sentence at a time, his hands never stopping as he taught with utmost seriousness.

Hanyu also died with utmost seriousness.

Every word was a life withering away. Other people learned from one mistake and grew wiser; he died once for every sentence he heard.

"Couldn't you just say it all at once?"

Hanyu spoke up with a strange look, trying to stop Zhishou. He always felt that the other man's slow, plodding manner of speaking was less the bearing of an expert and more like someone who wanted to kill him a few extra times for fun.

Who would have thought that Zhishou would still snap his fingers? Divine Fire erupted all around Hanyu, burning him to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Another new way to die!

Only after Hanyu revived did he slowly finish speaking the belated words.

"No. You said you would teach by word and deed, so I have to teach by word and deed. If you don't die a few more times, I'm afraid you won't remember."

Hanyu's face instantly turned livid. What kind of reason was that?

You damned bastard. This dead ghost is so petty. All I did was attack him, and I didn't even succeed. How could he still hold a grudge now?

Hanyu gnashed his teeth in fury. Zhishou, already calm and collected, had begun preparing again beside him.

After taking one step forward, he was once again caught between two mountains closing in from above and below. This time, Hanyu struck in haste, swinging his hand almost the moment he reacted.

Another mountain peak stretched across Hanyu's path, setting off a tremendous collision. Dust billowed, veiling the surroundings like a sandstorm.

His vision blurred. Yet within it, a streak of extreme light shone brilliantly, as though