Common Sense Had Gone Wrong

When it came to understanding Soul Power, Lin Huo did not think he could be called especially knowledgeable.

Although during the twenty days spent traveling to Blazing Fire Academy, he had learned quite a lot by asking Huo Tian all sorts of questions.

In his own view, though, he had merely learned how to meditate, how to circulate Soul Power at a basic level, along with a little knowledge about Soul Power and Martial Souls.

That little bit was still far from the standard he had set for himself.

Given his goals, he did not need to become some pioneering master craftsman of his generation.

But at the very least, he needed some knowledge in reserve. At least when he was spouting nonsense, he should be able to make up something convincing, like the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls, to fool people.

To achieve all that, studying properly in class was absolutely essential.

Yet for some reason, Teacher Ding Ge did not seem particularly willing to teach him.

Lin Huo rubbed his chin, suspecting the teacher before him was engaging in some kind of discrimination, but he would not be discouraged by just a few words.

"Why speak of disappointment? Why should Teacher Ding Ge belittle himself? It is far too early to say such things. How about I attend a class first and see?"

"Ah..." Ding Ge could only sigh inwardly.

The more determined Lin Huo seemed about attending class, the more convinced Ding Ge became that Lin Huo was here to cause trouble.

But Lin Huo's Special-Grade Treatment status was right there. If he truly wanted to attend class, Ding Ge had no right to refuse. It seemed he was destined to embarrass himself today.

"Ah, since Student Lin Huo insists on attending class, then I will try to make it a little more profound."

As he spoke, Ding Ge simply stuffed his lesson plan in front of Lin Huo. "If Student Lin Huo finds any issues, I hope you can leave your teacher here a little dignity."

After saying that, Ding Ge turned and walked back toward the podium. His bleak, desolate silhouette left Lin Huo completely baffled.

"What? He just wanted to attend a class. Did it have to become this tragic?"

Lin Huo scratched his head, utterly unable to understand why. He could only turn his attention to the thick lesson plan.

Meanwhile, Teacher Ding Ge began the lesson. "Students, enter a state of Meditation first. You have been learning for nearly a month now, so let me see how well you have mastered Meditation."

That simple sentence left Lin Huo, who had been flipping through the lesson plan, completely dumbfounded.

Meditation was something that had to be learned? And it took as long as a month?

Was this not something one could learn simply by closing one's eyes while someone gave a few pointers beside one's ear?

Lin Huo was deeply puzzled. He began searching through the lesson plan, and quickly realized something.

As a transmigrator, he had made an enormous mistake in basic common sense.

Meditation was not something one could do merely by closing one's eyes. For an ordinary six-year-old Soul Master, learning Meditation was actually extremely difficult.

First, one had to maintain inner calm in order to enter Meditation. On that basis, one then had to establish a connection with one's Martial Soul.

After communicating with the Martial Soul, one had to use its power to draw the Soul Power from the outside world into one's body.

At the same time, under those conditions, one still had to control one's own Soul Power to refine the Soul Power absorbed from outside.

According to the lesson plan, some slower students could spend several months and still fail to properly master that entire process.

And an even greater problem was hidden within all this.

Meditative cultivation was not something completed by simply closing and opening one's eyes. It often required long periods of Meditation measured in hours before it would produce results.

To make children at their most lively and restless age sit cross-legged and quietly cultivate for several hours?

That was simply a fool's dream.

Lin Huo finally understood. He now knew why Huo Tian had valued him so highly. So this was the reason.

After all, what six-year-old could close his eyes and immediately enter Meditation, then cultivate for an entire day, and do so inside a bumpy carriage?

He could only blame himself for seeing how easily the characters in the original story meditated and genuinely believing that Meditation was simple.

Who would have thought such a small oversight would expose some of his unusual traits?

Fortunately, Uncle Huo Tian was broad-minded and had not pursued the matter or dug too deeply into it.

Instead, Lin Huo had used that stroke of luck to gain Uncle Huo Tian's appreciation and, by sheer accident, obtain Special-Grade Treatment at the academy.

After his relief, Lin Huo flipped through more of the lesson plans Ding Ge had prepared for the entire semester, only to discover that the knowledge written there was not even as extensive as what he had learned from Huo Tian's private tutoring.

At that moment, he understood something else as well.

Kindling Junior Academy was ultimately only a junior Soul Master academy, a school meant for children under twelve. Compared to his previous life, it was essentially an elementary school.

With the teaching level of an elementary school, how much could he, with an adult's knowledge and mentality, really learn here?

Even during Tang San's time at a junior Soul Master academy, he had the Tang Sect's system as a foundation, so he did not need others to teach him cultivation.

On top of that, Gangzi—a useless man who possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's heritage, had plagiarized Spirit Hall's entire body of research, and still failed to make anything of himself—had supplemented Tang San's lack of knowledge.

That was what kept Tang San from wasting his years in a junior academy.

As for Lin Huo, who was currently starting with nothing, rather than waste time on courses of little use, he might as well go to the academy library and learn on his own from the wisdom of those who came before him.

If there was truly something he did not understand, he could always trouble Uncle Huo Tian again later.

No matter what, cultivation was a struggle against fate itself. Not a moment could be wasted.

Having figured out the heart of the problem, Lin Huo no longer had any desire to continue attending class.

Lin Huo stood up from his seat with the lesson plan in hand. This sudden movement made Ding Ge's expression turn bitter again.

Whether it was fortune or misfortune, there was no avoiding it. This time, he could only force himself to face it.

"Teacher, I want to drop the course."

"Ah... what! You want to drop the course?" The sorrow on Ding Ge's face vanished without a trace, replaced by joy that could not be concealed.

The commotion Ding Ge caused was so great that even the few students in the classroom who had entered Meditation were startled out of it.

"I am only dropping a course. Teacher, do you really need to be this happy about it?"

Lin Huo's eye twitched uncontrollably from Ding Ge's reaction, and his tone was already full of displeasure.

"Ah, Lin Huo, you do not understand. It is a long story..."

Worried that Lin Huo might hold a grudge against him, Ding Ge hurriedly recounted how Huo Wushuang had turned his life upside down back then.

A moment later, not only was Lin Huo's eye twitching, but even the corner of his mouth was twitching speechlessly.

He had wondered why Teacher Ding Ge had suddenly started acting so strangely after speaking with him.

So it turned out to be a lingering problem caused by that reckless brute, Huo Wushuang.

But none of that mattered anymore. The course withdrawal form had already been filled out.

Next, he only needed to withdraw from the other two courses before heading to the library to prepare his self-study plan.