Class Fourteen of Lingshan No.1 High School was considered a lower-middle-ranked class.
Lingshan No.1 High School divided classes according to students' grades.
High school was not part of compulsory education, so schools were no longer bound by so many restrictions.
The school leadership did not care in the slightest if dividing students into Advanced Classes and Slow Classes would affect their emotions.
This year's first-year students had Advanced Classes in the first five classes.
Classes Six through Fourteen were Slow Classes.
Of course, Slow Classes had a slightly nicer-sounding name: Parallel Classes.
The term "Slow Class" really did not sound very pleasant.
The class Li Yuan was primarily responsible for was Class Fourteen.
Although he often substituted in other classes, Class Fourteen was still his main focus.
There were still a few children in the class with decent comprehension.
But apart from those few, the other students' Talents and comprehension lagged far behind those in the Advanced Classes.
Inside Class Fourteen's classroom, a group of students had gathered together.
"Today's Sinking Mountain Fist lesson... I wonder how exhausted we'll end up being."
"I really don't know why they still teach it. Plenty of people in the Advanced Classes can't learn it, yet they're using it to make things difficult for us."
Aside from practical combat applications, fist techniques and martial skills could also temper the body and strengthen one's physique.
Sinking Mountain Fist had particularly considerable advantages in that regard.
Many students might not be able to learn it, but the school still wanted to teach such a valuable thing to them.
Those who mastered it would benefit for life.
However, before the students of Class Fourteen had even begun, they were already backing down.
The Advanced Classes were ahead in their curriculum. Having heard from students there about how difficult Sinking Mountain Fist was, they all seemed to think giving up was only natural.
After being divided into Advanced Classes and Slow Classes, the Slow Class students unconsciously came to believe that they were inferior.
When Advanced Class students found something difficult, they assumed they themselves could not understand it.
If so many Advanced Class students could not learn it, then in their eyes, even getting started would be a problem for them.
"Parallel Classes shouldn't be studying the same materials as the Advanced Classes. Building a solid foundation is what we should focus on."
"Our time and energy really shouldn't be invested in Sinking Mountain Fist."
The student who said that was named Hong Kaizhou.
He was the top student in Class Fourteen.
Once Hong Kaizhou said so, the other students felt even more at ease.
Even the class's top student had that attitude. The upcoming Sinking Mountain Fist lesson really did seem like a waste of time.
The bell rang, and Li Yuan entered the Martial Arts Training Room right on time.
At the sight of Li Yuan, several students began whispering to those beside them.
The news that Li Yuan was competing for a Youth Martial Tournament qualification on Monday morning had long since spread.
Middle school students loved this sort of excitement.
They even hoped Li Yuan would explain the whole story behind it.
But Li Yuan did not want to waste his students' study time. He swiftly got into the lesson.
Today's class was indeed on Sinking Mountain Fist.
The Advanced Classes had already learned it. The Parallel Classes were only three days behind and should learn it as well.
Seeing Li Yuan begin explaining Sinking Mountain Fist, the students, who had not been very interested in studying to begin with, seemed even less interested.
Led by Hong Kaizhou, the top student, they began studying other cultivation methods during class.
Hong Kaizhou did not look down on Sinking Mountain Fist.
As the top student in the class, he worked harder than most.
Before class, Hong Kaizhou would preview the material in advance and note down every difficulty he encountered.
That way, he could make targeted breakthroughs during the official lesson.
Hong Kaizhou had already encountered a major problem while previewing Sinking Mountain Fist.
He could barely understand it, much less gain a deeper comprehension.
After talking with the top students in the Advanced Classes, he felt even more that cultivating Sinking Mountain Fist was not worth the effort.
Most likely, he would spend the time only to gain a superficial understanding.
Having thought it through, Hong Kaizhou no longer wanted to listen to the lesson. His time and energy were better spent on cultivation that promised steady gains.
With the class's top student taking the lead, everyone else had even more excuses to convince themselves.
But they did not possess Hong Kaizhou's self-discipline.
Hong Kaizhou was not listening, but he was still cultivating and studying.
Many students in the class, however, simply started playing around when they stopped studying.
Their minds wandered as they fantasized about all sorts of things.
Li Yuan continued lecturing from the front of the room. Every so often, he gave a reminder or two, doing his best not to disrupt the rhythm of his lesson.
There were still diligent students in the class.
Even after hearing others talk about how difficult Sinking Mountain Fist was, they still studied it attentively.
At first, these students had not held out much hope.
They had adopted an attitude of "I'll understand whatever I can."
Yet as they continued listening with that mindset, the more they listened, the more something felt off.
It was not that Li Yuan had explained anything incorrectly or that there was a problem with his teaching.
It was that they felt as though they...
Understood it!
"I've already given everyone a general explanation. This introductory cultivation should no longer be able to stop you.
Next, I'll give you three points to keep in mind.
It is not about sinking your strength, but sinking your breath.
It is not about taking a horse stance, but putting down roots.
It is not about striking fiercely, but striking in rhythm.
Remember these three distinctions. Follow them consciously, and you will see remarkable results."
Forty minutes passed, and Li Yuan had finished what he needed to teach.
There were still five minutes before class ended, so Li Yuan told everyone to reflect and think it over carefully.
After the break, they could bring up anything they did not understand in the next class.
At the same time, Li Yuan began collecting the Light Points that had dropped around the classroom.
Nearly every student who had listened attentively had gained some insight.
He could tell from the Light Points falling beside them.
[Experience +2] [Experience +1] ...
When teaching Class Fourteen normally, he would be doing well to collect two or three Light Points.
Today, Li Yuan had picked up sixteen Light Points at once.
The sixteen Light Points gave him twenty-two experience points.
After gaining the Enlightenment to Perfection Talents, he could thoroughly master all sorts of cultivation methods and martial skills.
He could gain a complete understanding of their underlying core principles.
Once he understood them thoroughly, he could explain them to students.
Both the content he taught and his methods of teaching would be different.
Where the difficult points lay, why students could not understand them, and why learning them felt so laborious.
Li Yuan understood all of those things perfectly.
Every sentence he spoke was resolving the students' doubts.
The biggest reason Sinking Mountain Fist was so difficult to learn was that very few instructors had truly mastered it.
The teachers all knew a little, but most of that knowledge had been acquired by feel.
They could handle inspections from the Education Bureau, but when guiding students, they were always somewhat vague.
The Advanced Class teachers had studied it a little more deeply.
But even their understanding was merely them believing they had understood it thoroughly.
They had not truly grasped the core essence of Sinking Mountain Fist.
Take the first point Li Yuan had just mentioned: it was not about sinking one's strength, but sinking one's breath.
There was probably not a single teacher at Lingshan No.1 High School who had noticed that.
Five minutes passed, and class was over.
Li Yuan returned to his office to rest, while everyone relaxed a little after class.
The students who had listened seriously still had not quite come back to their senses.
"Why do I feel like this Sinking Mountain Fist doesn't seem that difficult..."
The girl who voiced that thought was Shen Zhongyu.
She was very diligent in her cultivation and studies, but unfortunately lacked a bit of Talents.
The others around her smiled when they heard that.
"Then congratulations, you've surpassed the top students of the Advanced Classes.
In the final exams, you might even steal Hong Kaizhou's first place~"
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