Zeng Nu sighed with feeling, then looked up and said, "Ni Bao, I understand all the principles above now. I should be able to go teach students, right?"
Ni Bao looked at him and nodded lightly. "It is good that Young Master understands."
She had never doubted Zeng Nu's talent. When he said he understood, it absolutely did not mean he had merely comprehended the words—his heart understood them as well.
Nor was Zeng Nu brushing her off. His temperament was inferior to that of ordinary cultivators, but he was a comparatively straightforward person, with none of their twists and turns. Thus, he did not overthink things. Looking upon these principles and convictions, he was willing to fight for Celestial Xia as well, for only in Celestial Xia were those who cultivated the Dao truly cultivators, and living beings able to live like living beings.
The next day, he eagerly went to teach the disciples. After all, he was also an upper-realm cultivator. Before long, he grasped the knack of it and found that being a teacher was an exceedingly interesting matter. Whenever he taught someone successfully, he felt a singular sense of fulfillment and accomplishment, and he never tired of it.
Moreover, unlike ordinary people, he paid little special attention to students who understood immediately and could draw inferences from one instance to another. He taught them as he ought to teach them. Instead, he focused on those disciples who simply could not learn no matter what.
He believed that for disciples already blessed with superior aptitude, even if you taught them well, the credit might not all be yours. It was because the disciples themselves were capable of learning; another person teaching them might not teach them poorly either. But if even those disciples of poor aptitude could