Chapter 328
You see, this Cheng Yun, just one look and you can tell he’s been through matchmaking!
...
Chen Sheng had signed the contract...
He knew very well what the Jiu Shan Martial Arts School was like, not to mention the old man’s prowess was no joke!
More importantly, it was the official personnel who had contacted him...
The implications of this made his heart race with excitement.
Sure enough, after they signed the contract, the old man nodded and said, “You are the first batch of employees at Jiu Shan Martial Arts School... Here, I can clearly tell you our mission.”
He looked at the group before him and spoke in a deep voice, “Strengthen the nation, strengthen the people, and usher in a golden age of martial arts!”
Indeed!
“You are the first spreaders of martial arts! In the future, history will surely remember your names!”
Say what you will about the old man’s tendency to show off, but his words were truly inspiring.
...
Half a day later, the old man concluded his first teaching session and sent the group out of the nursing home.
After several hours of interaction, Chen Sheng and the others had a rough understanding of the old man’s character, and their conversations felt much more familiar.
A few of the female students looked at him with admiration, calling him “teacher” with every breath.
These individuals were either athletes or had practiced martial arts; while their faces were unremarkable, their figures were fit and slender, and they were all quite young.
Calling him so affectionately made the old man smile, creating wrinkles on his face.
“Teacher, is the head of our Jiu Shan Martial Arts School you?”
The old man was taken aback, then suddenly laughed and said, “The head is much more powerful than I am!”
“…”
The group exchanged glances, all feeling a bit shaken.
The old man’s martial arts skills had already exceeded their previous understanding... and there was someone even stronger than him.
“What’s that!”
Chen Sheng suddenly pointed towards the forest behind the nursing home, exclaiming.
At that moment, the sun was setting, casting golden rays from the mountain peak.
They saw a figure, backlit, gliding gracefully above the treetops, as if strolling leisurely down from the mountain— it was Tang Lingwu returning from her play.
With no outsiders around, and even if there were, Zheng Fa wouldn’t be worried.
Thus, Tang Lingwu felt freer.
The sunlight shimmered behind her, and the mountain breeze lifted her clothes.
Even though she wore modern attire, the word that flashed through everyone’s minds was— ethereal as a fairy.
“Is that... the head?”
An excited voice trembled from one of the female students.
Looking at the expressions of the others as they gazed at Tang Lingwu, it was as if they were in a dream, filled with longing...
The old man pursed his lips, feeling that Tang Lingwu had stolen his thunder.
He understood, of course; soaring through the skies like a celestial being was far more impressive than his own muscular physique.
After a moment’s thought, he said, “Not quite…”
Everyone turned to him again.
He sighed softly, “Whether it’s me or her... our current skills were all cultivated by the head…”
Chen Sheng felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest...
That silhouette against the sunset had almost become a deity in his heart.
But this divine being’s skills were actually taught by the head?
Seeing their inscrutable expressions, hesitant to ask, the old man smiled and fell silent.
...
As Chen Sheng and the others descended the mountain, they instinctively paused at the foot, gazing up at the nursing home on the hillside.
A cloud hovered at the mountain’s waist, obscuring their view, leaving only a faint outline of the nursing home.
For some reason, Chen Sheng felt that the nursing home resembled a palace of dreams...
“What do you think the head is like?” one of the female disciples asked again.
No one could answer her, but Chen Sheng looked back at the nursing home.
Having practiced martial arts since childhood, he had never excelled, but suddenly a line of poetry he learned as a child surfaced in his mind:
“Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and unknown.”
...
“This smoke is a bit too thick!”
In the Xuanwei Realm, on a desolate mountain, Zheng Fa stood beside a large pit with Senior Sister Zhang, their eyes gleaming silver as they observed and recorded.
Three elders stood nearby, on guard.
Outside the pit, several disciples from the “Golden Elixir Project’s Artifact Refining Group” were casting spells, focused on a large three-legged cauldron within the pit.
Senior Sister Yuan sat cross-legged nearby, her small face tense, as the flames burning at the bottom of the pit were her own life fire.
Everyone was busy, except for the well-known idler of the Jiu Shan Realm—Xiao Yuying.
She squatted nearby, glancing this way and that, clearly intrigued.
She gently patted Zheng Fa on the shoulder and asked, “Are you refining the cauldron for external elixirs?”
Zheng Fa didn’t hide it from her and nodded slightly.
After discussing with Senior Sister Zhang, they had devised a two-step plan:
First, they would follow the ideas from the “Han Hai External Elixir” and use traditional methods to refine an external elixir—mainly to observe whether Zheng Fa and Cheng Yun’s modern analysis was correct.
If it was, Zheng Fa was ready to directly start refining the Shen Xiao External Elixir...
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to experiment more, but refining an external elixir, if successful, would certainly be profitable.
But if it failed... the resources consumed would be considerable.
The Jiu Shan Sect was currently quite strapped for cash.
However, the first step had already encountered problems: many of the spells from the “Han Hai External Elixir” couldn’t be used in the Jiu Shan Realm.
After all, the Jiu Shan Realm could only use thunder spells now.
The “Shen Xiao External Elixir” didn’t have this issue; in Cheng Yun’s design, all reactions of the Shen Xiao External Elixir were based on thunder spells.
Even the subsequent ideas for external elixirs were roughly the same.
Only the “Han Hai External Elixir,” due to its previous inheritance, faced this problem.
Thus, everyone had to find a remote place in the Xuanwei Realm to conduct their experiments.
This location was already far from the original site of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, and the influence of the Great Freedom Demon Sect hadn’t yet expanded here, so it was relatively peaceful—of course, also because this place had no valuable spiritual land.
The surface of the cauldron in the pit was covered with fine cracks, as if it would shatter at a touch.
The spirit fire had extinguished, and Senior Sister Yuan’s face was pale as she sat in meditation to recover her spiritual power.
The disciples from the artifact refining group looked dejected, heads down, not daring to meet Zheng Fa’s gaze.
But Zheng Fa spoke up, “You all did well.”
A few disciples looked up in confusion, seeing that Zheng Fa’s expression didn’t show much anger.
They knew that the Jiu Shan Realm wasn’t exactly wealthy.
One failure meant a significant waste of resources.
How could they not feel uneasy?
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