The Inner Sect's Ninth Peak.
The Fifth Court.
Ji Meng sat by the window, propping her cheek on one hand as she listened to the fairly young Female Teacher up front teaching spell arts.
They were applications of some Simple Methods.
They had already learned most of this material. What they were doing now was extending and deepening it.
Mr. Zhao stood before the lectern, faint beads of sweat seeping from her temples, her voice carrying a measure of cautious uncertainty.
Because of Tantai Xue's teaching, the spell arts teachers who came afterward were under immense pressure every time.
These people did not necessarily have higher cultivation than hers, but each understood spell arts more deeply than the last.
One careless moment, and she would say something wrong.
Because her understanding might have taken a roundabout path.
Fortunately, few Student Cultivators undermined her.
In short, the more they taught these people, the more they understood Teacher Yan.
"Mr. Zhao, I think this spell art should be circulated differently," An Rong suddenly said, raising her hand.
Here came someone to undermine her. Mr. Zhao asked somewhat nervously, "Why?"
"Because of my physique. I'm different from ordinary women." An Rong straightened, her ample chest threatening to burst free, her expression composed. "So some spell arts have to travel a little farther when circulated."
Cao Cheng turned to glance at An Rong, curling his lip. "You're the only one who's different. Why not just cut them off?"
"You really don't know how to talk. Once you gain enlightenment someday, you'll understand just how different the person standing before you is." An Rong shot him a sidelong glance, speaking in a flat, disdainful tone.
Mr. Zhao forced a smile and softened her voice. "Then you can modify it yourselves. That shouldn't be a problem,