Ping'an City, inside the school...
As the schoolchildren watched Cheng Wenzhang speak with eloquence and confidence, a feeling of lofty mountains and still waters, impossible to scale, rose in their hearts.
Even Cheng Buzheng on the podium had a glimmer of interest appear in his eyes.
Yet...
No one knew what Cheng Wenzhang was thinking at that moment!
Indeed.
When Cheng Buzheng displayed before them the data he had gathered on the price fluctuations of soul-type Spirit Medicines over the years...
Cheng Wenzhang became even more convinced that the teacher before him was absolutely a Mortal Cultivator of their clan.
Otherwise!
How could a teacher who never went out know about the recent changes in market prices for soul-type Spirit Medicines?
Could it be that the teacher possessed the ability to divine and calculate?
And the Spirit Medicine price data was so detailed.
The teacher surely possessed some treasure similar to a Soul Puppet, obtaining resources outside to support the main body's cultivation.
After all, this was an old tradition of the Cheng Immortal Clan.
But it definitely was not a Soul Puppet!
For as far as he knew, the Heart Spirit Treasure Eye could not pass through spatial barriers to contact a Soul Puppet outside.
In other words, the teacher was no ordinary powerhouse of the Cheng Immortal Clan.
Naturally, the likelihood that the teacher before him was the Ancestor in disguise became even greater.
And precisely because of this...
The suspicions in Cheng Wenzhang's heart deepened.
Of course.
It was also possible that the teacher had obtained this data from elders who had gone out to carry out clan missions.
But that possibility was unlikely.
After all, Cheng Wenzhang had already made inquiries. Though the teacher seemed rather easygoing, his relationships with the other granduncles in the school