Over the past month, Lu Chen had come to understand something.
It was not that his disciples lacked comprehension.
After all, even the worst among them possessed earth-grade spiritual roots.
The reason they learned slowly was, on one hand, that there was simply too much for them to study, and it was all too varied;
on the other hand, even if their comprehension could barely keep up, their capacity to learn might not.
Moreover, the time Lu Chen had given them was truly limited. If the Promotion Rank Ticket did not have a time limit, then given two years, these disciples would surely have learned everything to a respectable standard.
"Looks like I have no choice but to pull up the seedlings to help them grow."
Having made up his mind, he needed to think of a solution.
If he wanted to improve their learning ability, then without question, he could only seek out gods of the literary path.
Worshipping gods of the literary path did not seem as impressive or mighty as worshipping gods of the martial path.
Yet the stronger a spirit cultivator became, the more important they became instead.
After all, whether it was cultivation techniques or immortal weapons, there was always a learning process involved.
At times like this, one had no choice but to rely on the blessings bestowed by gods of the literary path.
But with his current identity as a convicted strongman, Heavenly Court immortals avoided him like snakes and scorpions.
It certainly would not work if Lu Chen went to worship them himself, so he still had to take a roundabout route to save the nation.
After telling his disciples to train diligently, Lu Chen returned to the living room and shut the door.
He placed an incense stick into the censer