A gentle breeze drifted by, and flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring.
In the days that followed, aside from occasionally teaching the children of Stone Village to cultivate, Lin Fan kept venturing deep into that battlefield in search of the Mountain Treasure.
"Ah... I never imagined that one day, a Spirit Transformation cultivator like me would be lecturing others on the Dao." Lin Fan sighed with feeling as he looked at the children seated below him. Some were even older than he was.
"Brother Xiao Fan, you're amazing! Your explanations are even more detailed than Grandpa Village Chief's." Little One praised him. Clearly, he had gained the most from the lessons, unlike many of the children, who were still lost in a fog.
"Little Milk Hao, you're pretty good. Your comprehension is catching up to mine back then." Lin Fan smiled. He liked teaching bright, diligent students like this, who understood with a single hint and needed no lengthy explanations.
Unlike certain children who might not understand even after ten repetitions. Lin Fan finally understood why his teachers back in school had favored students with good grades.
"Really?!" Little One was delighted by the praise, as though he had just eaten honey.
Lin Fan nodded, then continued, "Back then, I only started cultivating at four. I mastered bone text in a day, took just over a year to reach the extreme realm of blood shifting, then another year to surpass it. One swing of my arm could unleash a hundred and twenty thousand jin of force..."
Below him, the children listened as he recounted his exploits with easy confidence, their little faces filled with worship and admiration.
Even Shi Yunfeng and the others clicked their tongues in astonishment. A hundred and twenty thousand jin of pure physical strength with