Chapter 2

Even though Huang Jingyao still had many doubts about the two immortal treasures, he could understand the general meaning of some things just by hearing them once.

The learning talent and Chinese talent referred to Li Hui's genius in studying Chinese, such as how strong his understanding and acceptance abilities were. The meaning of enhancing talent was also crystal clear.

What puzzled him was that these two immortal treasures were supposed to be the treasures of the God of Literature, managed by the two divine servants, Deaf Heaven and Mute Earth. In that era, they only controlled the imperial examinations, which included the eight-part essays of ancient times. How could they be so clearly divided in his view? There were various categories of subjects, even business talent, interpersonal skills, sports, painting, singing, and other artistic talents were detailed.

While still in doubt and understanding some parts, another thought surged in Huang Jingyao's mind. This thought was the same as before, asking whether to consume literary qi to enhance Li Hui's various talents. Huang Jingyao immediately rejected it.

He didn't know what literary qi was, nor did he know the ratio of consuming literary qi to enhance talent. However, he and Li Hui's relationship was such that he wouldn't casually try it.

After rejecting it, Huang Jingyao found that the ethereal cloud wall in front of his left eye immediately dissipated.

A new thought also surged in his mind, this time explaining.

According to the explanation, literary qi referred to the vast civilizational power brought about by the prosperity of human culture. However, if Huang Jingyao wanted to use literary qi, he had to accumulate it himself.

If he could personally cultivate and nurture talent and gain external recognition, even turning an illiterate person into someone who could recognize a few hundred characters would earn him literary qi. This was his contribution to social civilization, and with contribution came the accumulation of literary qi.

This level of accumulation was the lowest, possibly requiring the transformation of dozens of people to gain a bit of literary qi. Only by rapidly improving someone's knowledge and gaining external recognition would he earn more literary qi.

Literary qi could not only enhance a person's various learning talents but also influence their examination luck, official luck, and financial luck. Enhancing talent consumed the least literary qi, influencing examination luck consumed more, and influencing financial and official luck consumed the most, with the ratio gradually increasing.

Ten points of literary qi could enhance one point of learning talent, while influencing luck could cost hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of literary qi.

As for why Huang Jingyao saw so many types of talents, it was because the immortal treasures evolved based on his own cognition. If he recognized that a person had the ability to learn something, he could see the classification of that ability.

If Huang Jingyao didn't know that a person had the talent to learn Chinese, he wouldn't see it.

"In other words, if these immortal treasures were in the hands of ancient people during the Ming and Qing dynasties, they would only see the talent for learning the eight-part essays. If they recognized poetry, they would see the talent for poetry. I am a modern person, and I know that from elementary school to university, various subjects are taught, so I can see all these detailed classifications. What a magical immortal treasure?"

Through the explanation, Huang Jingyao was somewhat enlightened but mostly shocked.

These two legendary treasures were too terrifying, especially their ability to influence examination luck, financial luck, and official luck, which was even more frightening.

Even though the thought didn't explain in detail how luck was changed or in what form it would appear, just imagining it was enough to shock anyone.

Moreover, literary qi was the civilizational power brought about by the prosperity of human culture. To accumulate it, the holder needed to contribute to the development of civilization. What profession was more suitable than teaching?

"Xiao Huang?"

Huang Jingyao was repeatedly shocked to the point of losing his senses. A series of calls finally snapped him back to reality. When he regained his composure, he saw Li Hui's mocking gaze. "Xiao Huang, you were so domineering when you shouted at the grade head yesterday that you wouldn't do it anymore. Now, you're not regretting it, are you? I envy you, but I'm afraid I won't find a job if I leave here. Xiao Huang, you're so fierce; you must have found a new job already, right?"

Huang Jingyao remained silent, glanced at Li Hui, and then turned to pack his belongings.

The biggest difference between him and Li Hui was that Huang Jingyao had always been introverted, often doing things quietly without saying flattering words or fawning over leaders.

Li Hui, on the other hand, was the most active in the office, always being obedient and pleasing to the senior teachers. He was even more so with the grade head.

However, his actual teaching ability was mediocre, as evidenced by his teaching talent being only 2. The highest value for any talent, according to the explanation, was 9, the ultimate number!

In a high school, the principal often had the most power, overshadowing the vice-principals unless the principal's power was usurped.

Huang Jingyao had offended He Peijun, who was not the principal or another leader but a core senior teacher. What made the school famous and prestigious? It relied on the achievements and admission rates, which in turn relied on a group of core senior teachers.

A once-famous high school could see a drastic drop in admission rates after losing a large number of core senior teachers, a common occurrence.

Ancheng No. 1 High School was well-known in the province for its core senior teachers, who were often the targets of other high schools trying to poach them. They had significant influence within the school, and if He Peijun wanted to make things difficult for Huang Jingyao, the grade head would readily agree and take action.

Huang Jingyao's complaints to the grade head were ignored, and he couldn't even see other leaders.

Neither He Peijun nor the grade head had the authority to fire anyone, but they could make Huang Jingyao's life so miserable that he would either quit voluntarily or be fired for causing trouble, which wasn't difficult.

After all, He Peijun was a renowned teacher with strong teaching skills and a class full of top students. Huang Jingyao, a new teacher with only a year of experience, was still in the learning process, and no one would offend He Peijun for a rookie.

Now, Huang Jingyao was no longer a teacher at Ancheng No. 1 High School. After packing his belongings, he walked out of the school gate. He had too many things, including bedding, notebooks, textbooks, and daily necessities, so he needed to find a vehicle.

As he walked, Huang Jingyao felt a bit lost. He had invested his full passion in Ancheng No. 1 High School for over a year, and it was hard to leave without a fight, but he had completed all the procedures in a moment of impulse the previous day, and it was too late to regret it.

He had to leave now, but where would he go? He didn't know.

To enter a public school, a teacher either had to be a renowned teacher with outstanding teaching skills, like He Peijun, or pass an exam, like Huang Jingyao, or have connections, like Li Hui.

Huang Jingyao had the ability but no power or connections. His last exam score only qualified him for Ancheng No. 1 High School.

Ancheng City held a unified exam for teachers only once a year, and this year's exam had already passed.

In an uncertain state of mind, Huang Jingyao found a cargo van outside the school and returned to the campus. As he entered the school gate, he saw Li Hui standing by the road, smiling and bowing to a white Hyundai car. Inside the car, a man in his forties was leaning out the window, smoking and laughing.

Huang Jingyao took a deep breath and stared straight at the man in the Hyundai, He Peijun.

He was puzzled about why He Peijun was here, but it was probably because Li Hui had informed him, and he had come to see him leave the school in disgrace.

Seeing the man's relaxed and contented appearance, Huang Jingyao clenched his fists, thinking about the hard work and dedication of the past year, his once-promising career ruined by an accident, his leave request denied, and the deliberate humiliation and difficulties he faced, leading to his defeat at Ancheng No. 1 High School.

Huang Jingyao, though introverted, was still a young man of twenty-four.

"Xiao Huang, aren't you moving your luggage? Why are you just standing there? Are you reluctant to leave?" Li Hui suddenly noticed him and laughed exaggeratedly.

"Huang Jingyao, leaving so soon? I haven't had enough fun yet," He Peijun turned around, looking at him with disdain, his words full of mockery.

Don't assume that teachers are always gentle and refined. At Ancheng No. 1 High School, the principal had absolute power, and Huang Jingyao had seen the principal bang the table and curse in public more than once, displaying boundless authority.

Ordinary teachers? In any group, there are people of different qualities, some good and some bad. High teaching skills don't necessarily mean good personal qualities.

"Brother He, maybe Xiao Huang has found a new school and is being poached. The待遇 might be better, and he's eager to report for duty. After all, he resigned voluntarily," Li Hui laughed even more exaggeratedly.

He Peijun spat and threw the cigarette butt away, "Him? With his shit-like teaching skills, a good school would poach him? Ha ha~"

"That's not true. Xiao Huang passed the exam to enter our school, so he does have some ability," Li Hui responded with a smile.

"Being good at exams and being good at teaching are different. I've seen too many people who were good at exams but couldn't teach others," He Peijun said with disdain.

"That's true. Not everyone can compare to Brother He."

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The cold laughter and mocking words made Huang Jingyao furious. He admitted that He Peijun was very skilled, but if he had the ability, he would have liked to punch him. Unfortunately, he was just a young man with nothing, and doing so might land him in jail.