Chapter 50

Azhi stared at the gleaming sword blade, feeling that his short sword had never been as glaring as it was today.

Tang Zheng pointed his short sword straight at him, and the celestial constellation behind him almost couldn't suppress the urge to rise!

If it weren't for his astonishing self-control, remembering even in a life-or-death situation that they couldn't use celestial power in this match, his own celestial power would have been enough to shake Tang Zheng's sword out of his hand and onto the ground.

"Who are you?" The clear light in Azhi's eyes gradually faded, and he asked in a slightly lowered voice.

"Hehe." Tang Zheng tossed the short sword, caught it by the blade, and handed the hilt to Azhi, "And who are you?"

"..." Azhi took his own sword, fell silent for a moment, and even though he was still naive, he knew he couldn't reveal his identity so easily.

"I am your teacher!" Tang Zheng smiled, answering his question.

Azhi looked up, his gaze toward Tang Zheng becoming more serious, and a new emotion emerged.

Before the heir of Yingshan went out to travel, to ensure the speed and quality of cultivation, they needed to maintain a pure heart. Only by living a life as blank as a sheet of paper could they have no distractions in their hearts, allowing them to make steady progress in martial arts, far surpassing their peers.

The Starlight Continent had no geniuses so extraordinary that they defied explanation.

Every genius had a reason behind their emergence!

Moreover, their reasons were rarely due to some sudden stroke of luck, suddenly becoming incredibly powerful, and suddenly becoming a genius adored by all.

"Hey, what did I just agree to?" Azhi stood up from the ground, kicked a stone, and didn't look at Tang Zheng directly.

"If I win, you must respect me as your teacher and behave properly during your time at Tang Family Castle. If you lose, I can make you do one thing."

"..." Azhi's foot, which had been kicking the stone, suddenly stopped.

"What's the problem?" Tang Zheng asked with a smile.

"You tricked me!" Azhi realized what he had agreed to after the fact!

Winning against Tang Zheng and losing to Tang Zheng meant the same thing, didn't it?

From the side, a voice came again: "Hehehehehe..."

Only then did Azhi notice that Grandpa Ghost had been watching the whole time!

However, even though he was being bullied by Tang Zheng, Grandpa Ghost showed no intention of helping him, just laughing and walking away.

Azhi's face turned red and then black: "Fine! I'll listen to you. But, if you make me do something, I can't just agree to it. If it's something too big..."

"What can you, a little kid, do that's too big?" Tang Zheng sneered.

"You! I..." Azhi felt like scratching Tang Zheng's face!

"Alright, I won't make it hard for you. What I require is that every afternoon, you practice the basics with me for an hour, without using celestial power!"

"Eh?" Azhi was taken aback, "Why?"

He was the next Shadow King of Yingshan, he could do much more!

Even if Tang Zheng asked him to deal with the assassins sent by the Shadow King Order, he had the authority to handle it.

But, what kind of requirement was this?

"Because, this is the essence of combat. Returning to the primitive state can better adapt you to the most extreme battles!" Tang Zheng explained confidently.

"I mean, why! Why do you want to teach me these things..."

Tang Zheng smiled like a gentleman, "Didn't I say? I am your teacher."

Azhi stood there, stunned for a while.

After a full thirty breaths, he suddenly bowed to Tang Zheng.

Then, he huffed uncomfortably and chased after Grandpa Ghost.

"Hey, no being late for tomorrow's morning class!" Tang Zheng shouted at him.

"That boring class, I'm not going!" Azhi replied from a distance.

...

As Azhi ran away, Tang Xiaotang and the others finally came to their senses.

Azhi's combat experience had already amazed them, but they never expected that Tang Zheng would actually defeat Azhi!

Immediately, a group of young boys and girls surrounded Tang Zheng: "Master, Master, is fighting without using celestial power really that useful?"

"Returning to the primitive state makes a lot of sense," several instructors nodded in agreement.

"I want to learn, I want to learn! Can you teach us too, Master?"

"Cough..." Tang Zheng raised his hands in surrender, "Wait, wait... what makes a lot of sense?"

"What you just said to Azhi..." Tang Xiaotang pointed at Azhi's back.

"How old is he, how old are you, do you believe what I said to a kid?" Tang Zheng was speechless, "Returning to the primitive state, what for? Since you have celestial power, why not use it properly? What's the point of this?"

"..." Tang Xiaotang almost bumped into a clan sister.

"Then... then..." An instructor looked at Azhi, who was walking away, with a weak gaze, "Why did you do this?"

Tang Zheng looked at the sky, then lowered his head, "Hmm, this... is a matter of expertise."

Several instructors listened attentively, "What expertise?"

"Discussing how to discipline a naughty kid while protecting your own safety!"

...

Tang Zheng returned to his small courtyard, practiced the "Dagger Technique" dozens of times, carefully sensing the new strands of celestial power, wiped the sweat, and started preparing for the next day's morning class.

Unconsciously, he had almost finished teaching "The Spring and Autumn History of the Purple Gold Empire."

The Purple Gold Empire, which lasted for only a hundred years, was a significant milestone in the rapid transition of the Starlight Continent from the tribal era to the civilized era. Although now the noble families are divided, and there might never be a state again, even a vase from the imperial era is still considered a treasure, let alone the vast cultural and martial arts treasures of the imperial era.

"What should I teach tomorrow?" Tang Zheng put down "The Spring and Autumn History of the Purple Gold Empire," unable to sleep, resting his head on his arms.

Treasure Pavilion, Hundred Refinements Workshop, dagger bet, forging...

Hidden Blue Manor, a small group of people hiding in the shadows...

Tang Family Castle, a mysterious naughty kid...

"Didn't expect, still a rookie, but with so many things to deal with." Tang Zheng smiled, then picked up his purple gold belt, "Old buddy, how about I talk about my gaming experiences tomorrow?"

The purple gold belt, of course, couldn't respond.

Tang Zheng closed his eyes and laughed, "No good, what if I get caught and dissected as a monster?"

The night was deep.

Thinking about his half bowl of instant noodles, Tang Zheng finally fell into a deep sleep.

On the windowsill, the luxurious and alluring petals danced gently in the night breeze.

The next day, in the lecture hall of Tang Family Castle.

All the disciples of Tang Family Castle were present!

Azhi sat unwillingly in the second row of the lecture hall.

Tang Zheng kicked open the door as usual: "Hi~ little brats!"

All the disciples of Tang Family Castle stood up: "Hehe!"

Azhi was stunned for a long time, not understanding what was going on!

"Long time no see, did you miss me?" Tang Zheng placed a thick stack of paper on the table.

"Missed!" Little Ling's voice was the loudest.

"Is the teacher more handsome today?"

"No!" The answer was uniform.

Azhi's eyes widened more and more...

Of course, he could already read and even had a basic understanding of poetry, but he remembered how he used to attend classes.

The thirty-six heirs of Yingshan's generation were taught uniformly, with monthly assessments. At the time, a girl a half year younger than him failed the second month's assessment and was never seen again by Azhi in Yingshan.

It wasn't until more than a month later, when their teacher on poisons was demonstrating the effects of various poisons in the star meridians and how to handle them, that he saw the girl's body hanging on a rack in front of them...

Azhi had already gotten used to the threat of death hanging over his head, no matter what he learned or did. He never knew that learning to read and write could be so relaxed and pleasant.

"Hey, Azhi!" Tang Zheng tapped the table, "Don't daydream!"

"Tch..." Azhi was caught off guard and huffed in displeasure.

After calling Azhi back, Tang Zheng called Tang Xiaotang up and had him distribute the stack of paper to each student.

As everyone looked puzzled, Tang Zheng turned around and wrote two words on the white paper hanging in front: "Dreams."

"Today, we won't have a lecture. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say," Tang Zheng put down his pen and said.

The lecture hall immediately fell silent.

Tang Zheng looked at their expressions and laughed, "Just listen, no need to be so nervous."

But everyone was still nervous, afraid of missing a single word.

"In over a month, I've taught a lot. Even the youngest Tang Dou can write many characters. Today, I won't lecture or write... you will write!" Tang Zheng pointed to the two words behind him, "Write down your dreams and aspirations on the paper, write down... what kind of person you think you will be ten years from now..."

"..." Everyone's eyes in the lecture hall lit up.

"After you write, don't show it to anyone, not even me. I'll find a sturdy box to store them and bury it underground. Ten years later, we'll come back here and dig it up together, okay?"

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