Faced with Chen Changsheng's demands, Ma Yuxuan was a little dumbfounded.
"Teacher, do I have to learn all of this?"
"Yes."
"But isn't this way too much?"
"Too much?"
"Why do I feel like it's not nearly enough? And I have one more piece of news to tell you."
"I'm only giving you one hundred years to cultivate. After one hundred years, you must make a name for yourselves in the Divine Land Epoch."
"If you fail to make a name for yourselves, I'll beat you to death."
As soon as the words fell, Ma Yuxuan's face instantly drooped.
"Teacher, one hundred..."
"Shh!"
Before Ma Yuxuan could finish, Chen Changsheng directly raised a finger to his lips.
"You can take your time with scholarship, but cultivation is not something you can afford to delay."
"Because once you are weak, others will come and beat you."
"These past few days, I've seen how high-spirited you all are, with ambitions loftier than the heavens. Anyone with such thoughts must surely be the cream of the crop among geniuses."
"I think one hundred years is enough. If you dare haggle any further, you know the consequences."
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng smiled and patted Ma Yuxuan's cheek.
"First, familiarize yourselves with some of the basics. Later, I'll personally teach you how to cultivate these techniques."
"These techniques contain the power of the Great Dao, so their crucial contents can only be conveyed orally or carried by special objects."
"Your teacher has been rather poor lately, so I can only explain them orally."
"Xiao Hei, keep an eye on them. If anyone slacks off, beat them hard for me."
Hearing this, Xiao Hei, who had been sleeping nearby, swished his tail and said,
"Don't worry. I guarantee they'll learn just how ruthless my methods