Chapter 8

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The teacher laughed, her chest heaving with her laughter. She was truly well-endowed. Li Yan was momentarily dazed by her assets, but then he heard the teacher sneer, "Li Yan, who always stands with his butt out, you haven't even mastered the Songfeng Sword Technique, and you dare to ask me for an internal cultivation manual? And you want a high-level Daoist internal cultivation technique right from the start? You really have the nerve. Do you know how difficult Daoist internal cultivation is?"

Of course, Li Yan knew how difficult authentic Daoist internal cultivation was. He had read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," where it was mentioned that Mei Chaofeng and Chen Xuanfeng learned the "Nine Yin Manual" without any guidance. The "Nine Yin Manual" was a genuine Daoist masterpiece, but Mei Chaofeng and Chen Xuanfeng ended up learning it haphazardly, turning a righteous and upright martial art into a sinister and vicious one, and even causing themselves to go into a state of mental and physical imbalance. Later, when Mei Chaofeng met Dan Yangzi Ma Jue, she quickly sought his guidance, which clearly showed the difficulty of Daoist internal cultivation.

However, Li Yan was not afraid. He had always been confident in his learning ability. He straightened his face and said with a serious tone, "Teacher, you can't deny me the Chinese textbook just because I'm not good at math, or prevent me from learning physical education just because I'm bad at music. That's not how educators should act... Although I haven't mastered the Songfeng Sword Technique, I have confidence that I can learn the Quanzhen internal cultivation. As a well-rounded student, I have the right to study every type of course and its corresponding manual."

The teacher's face wore a half-smile, and she didn't interrupt him. After he finished his speech, she clapped her hands and said, "I think even if you can't master martial arts, you're quite good at talking."

Li Yan smiled, "Thank you for the compliment! Actually, I never chat with my classmates, only with my teachers." This wasn't a lie. In his previous life, he had no friends, so he had no one to chat with, but he had a good relationship with his teachers. Who doesn't like a top student? So he often chatted with his teachers and got used to it.

The teacher's face still wore a half-smile. "It seems you're a troublemaker. You don't chat with your classmates, only with your teachers. Are you declaring war on me?"

Li Yan felt something was off from her strange expression. Her face looked a bit menacing. Was she angry? This was not good; he had a dangerous feeling... Li Yan instinctively wanted to turn and run.

Suddenly, the teacher reached out, and without much effort, she grabbed Li Yan by the neck. Before he could react, he found himself dangling in the air. Then, the teacher pressed his head against her chest, and the two large mounds pressed against his face, blocking his mouth and nose. "I'll suffocate you if you keep chatting with me, and if I don't, I'll change my last name to Fan!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Li Yan was stunned. So this was what the teacher meant by "suffocate"? It was truly terrifying. Could he pretend to struggle and use his face to rub against her chest a bit?

Li Yan quickly shook his head, using the movement to try to take advantage of the teacher's ample chest. But he was naive. The teacher's hand on the back of his neck tightened, holding his head in place and preventing him from moving his neck. There was no way he could use his face to rub against her chest.

"Hey, Li Yan, who always stands with his butt out, I didn't expect you to be such a naughty man, trying to use your face to take advantage of me..." The teacher chuckled, "Unfortunately, only I can suffocate you, and you can't take the initiative to rub against me..."

Li Yan felt a sense of danger. He struggled to breathe, but his mouth and nose were blocked by two soft, warm things that pressed against him, making it impossible to breathe. He quickly felt the lack of oxygen, his heart racing in panic. "Ugh! Ugh!" He tried to push the teacher's abdomen to lift his head, but as soon as he extended his hands, the teacher's other hand grabbed them. The teacher's internal strength was clearly immense, and Li Yan felt a slight flow of internal energy from his wrists, paralyzing his meridians and making him completely immobile. He finally understood why in martial arts novels, experts could control their opponents by grabbing their wrists; it was a highly skilled technique to cut off the flow of energy.

The suffocation attack was indeed powerful. He was no match for the teacher. Despite the danger, Li Yan remained calm because he could sense that the teacher had no murderous intent. She definitely didn't want to kill him. Her purpose was to make him surrender and listen to her, much like when teachers in the future would say, "I'll call your parents," which was just a form of nuclear threat.

Li Yan stopped struggling and held his breath, ensuring he could hold his breath for a longer time. As long as he didn't waste his breath, he could hold it for at least a minute, which was enough time to think of a way to escape.

How to escape? That was the question. His face was pressed against her chest, his neck couldn't move, and his wrists were paralyzed. Although he could still move slightly, he couldn't use his wrists. What move could he use to counterattack? Given her high martial arts skills, a straightforward counterattack would definitely fail.

In that case, there was only one move left! Li Yan decisively surrendered, making a gesture of surrender with his numb hands.

Seeing his surrender, the teacher laughed and released his mouth and nose, lifting him up. She chuckled, "Still want to chat?"

"I won't chat anymore..." Under the threat of the "deadly weapon," Li Yan had no choice but to submit. Fortunately, in this world, there was no practice of calling parents, and just the suffocation punishment was manageable. Oh, wait, he was an orphan in this world, so calling parents would be the least scary thing. He almost missed the point; he felt he was getting dumber.

"Since you won't chat anymore, I'll give you the Quanzhen internal cultivation manual." The teacher stood up with a playful smile. "Wait here, I'll go to the scripture library to borrow it."

"Scripture library?" Li Yan's mouth watered at the name. "Can I go with you? I want to pick a manual that suits me..."

The teacher smiled seductively, her ample chest swaying. "What are you dreaming about, a first-year student? Only those with a library card have the right to borrow manuals from the scripture library..." She shook her hand, and a green card slipped out of her sleeve, with three large characters written on it: "Library Card."

"See? This is a staff-only library card!" The teacher laughed. "Without this, you'll be swept out by the experts guarding the scripture library."

Swept out? Could it be a sweeper monk? Li Yan was inwardly alarmed. He had just been thinking about sneaking in to find the "Nine Yin Manual," "Nine Yang Manual," and "Dugu Nine Swords" manuals, but now those thoughts vanished. Stealing manuals from a sweeper monk would be pure madness.

The teacher waved the "library card" in front of him, then vanished in a blur. Li Yan hadn't even blinked, and the teacher was already gone. He tilted his head back and sighed, "What kind of lightness skill is that? So fast it's hard to see?"

After a while, a figure reappeared in front of him. The teacher was holding a blue-covered, cotton-bound book that looked ancient and elegant, with the title "Quanzhen Xuanmiao Gong" written in ancient calligraphy. She casually threw the valuable-looking book into Li Yan's hands and huffed, "Study it yourself. I don't have time to guide you."

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