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Chapter 216: A Useless Failure Who Never Even Went to College
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Hearing Zhang Yu’s reply, Hei Ya’s eyes flashed with sharp interest, and he chuckled:
“Haha, if it’s Chunqiu Wujin Chan, then it’s something countless senior masters have long wanted to learn—top-tier Body-Refining Technique, truly elite.”
“Then I wish you all the best, Master Ma. May this trial class be a success, and may you become our new gold-tier instructor.”
“Once you’re a gold-tier teacher, you’ll be teaching our most important, wealthiest, and highest-spending clients. A monthly after-tax income of over a million is absolutely within reach.”
“By the way, there are three veteran instructors from within the sect joining today’s trial as well…”
As he spoke, Hei Ya led Zhang Yu to the door of the trial classroom.
Three senior instructors were already waiting there. Upon seeing Hei Ya and Zhang Yu approach, they couldn’t help but glance over, their expressions flickering with subtle confusion.
One middle-aged woman asked curiously: “Hei Ya, who’s this?”
Hei Ya introduced: “This is Master Ma Yunteng. He’s here for today’s trial class.”
Upon hearing that, all three instructors instantly scowled. Their gazes toward Zhang Yu now carried cold disdain.
The woman stepped forward, probing: “I know every instructor in the sect capable of guiding Peak Qi Refinement. This Master Ma… I don’t recognize him. Is he new to the sect?”
Hei Ya smiled faintly. “Master Ma hasn’t been here long. Previously, he was in charge of teaching the construction site techniques. And for the past few months, he’s been away on personal matters. It’s only natural that you wouldn’t know him, Ci Teacher.”
Hearing that Zhang Yu had taught construction site techniques made the three instructors’ expressions instantly condescend.
After all, construction workers had low average education levels, weak Dao foundations, and due to years of consuming substandard supplements, their mental faculties were often far below par—far more so than the elderly classes.
In short, the student quality in construction classes was far worse than in the senior classes, and their spending power was even worse.
Thus, instructors teaching construction classes were naturally seen as inferior—both in strength, teaching ability, and mastery of techniques—far below that of the three present.
Ci Teacher nodded, then dismissed Zhang Yu entirely. Her real opponent today was clearly the two other senior underground teachers beside her.
Hei Ya glanced at his phone. “The sect elders have all arrived. They’re watching us live through the cameras.”
“Then I’ll greet the students first, and we can begin the trial class.”
“The order will be as planned—Ci Teacher, you three go first, and then Master Ma will go last. No issues?”
Zhang Yu nodded. No problem.
Hei Ya stepped into the classroom and saw over a dozen elderly men and women—each with distinct auras—already standing or seated, waiting.
As the dozen elders turned their gazes toward him, the combined pressure of their Peak Qi Refinement-level presence caused Hei Ya to pause mid-step, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his temple.
He forced a smile. “Apologies for the wait. The trial class will begin shortly. Thank you all for taking the time…”
At that moment, a solemn, silver-haired elder from the audience spoke coldly:
“Hei Ya, last time, the instructor named Song only had a high school diploma—never even made it to college. And yet, he dared to teach us.”
“Are you really going to send someone just as unqualified this time?”
Hei Ya quickly soothed: “Old Master Wang, Master Song may only have a high school diploma, but he’s highly experienced. Education level doesn’t define teaching ability…”
Old Master Wang snorted. “All of us in this room are university graduates. Can a high school graduate teach us? Can he even explain it clearly?”
Hei Ya wiped sweat from his brow. He knew these university-educated elders had climbed the ladder of cultivation, study, and career all the way to their current age. They were elite office workers, true meritocrats—absolute believers in academic pedigree. To them, a high school graduate might not even be considered human.
Another elder chimed in: “Is Anxue Alliance even competent? In our company, a high school diploma wouldn’t even make it past the first screening. How dare they teach?”
A third added: “People who didn’t even get into college—what are they but societal trash? Their bloodline is incomplete, destined to be eliminated eventually.”
“Exactly!” an elderly woman with wild white beard declared. “Can someone who failed college even be called a person?”
“Come now, gentlemen, please,” Hei Ya pleaded. “And besides, the instructors today are all university graduates.”
“Hmph,” Old Master Wang sneered. “Then we want to see their diplomas. Only those with official degrees can teach here.”
Hearing that, Hei Ya’s face twisted. The sect’s instructors all concealed their identities, refusing to reveal personal details. Who would produce a diploma? And worse—Hei Ya himself had just said that casually. He wasn’t even sure if all four trial instructors were actually university graduates.
Inside, Hei Ya cursed silently: These old bastards, treating high schoolers like dirt.
Good high schools aren’t worse than junior colleges. Good junior colleges aren’t worse than universities. A talented high school graduate, after years of hard work, can easily become a qualified teacher.
But he dared not offend these high-value clients.
Just as he was mentally sweating, his phone vibrated—message from the elders observing through the cameras.
After reading the message, Hei Ya turned to the elders and said:
“Gentlemen, in the Dark Tutoring Realm, anonymity is sacred—long-standing tradition. We Anxue Alliance can’t break it.”
“But your concerns are valid. How about this: let each of you send one representative to personally test the instructors’ cultivation levels. What do you think?”
Old Master Wang frowned. “How?”
Hei Ya replied: “All these instructors are teaching Body-Refining techniques. So, Old Master Wang, why don’t you take the first test? Each instructor will stand still—no blocking, no dodging, no defense—just take three strikes to the body. How about that?”
“If someone can withstand your three strikes, they clearly aren’t just a high school dropout.”
The elders murmured in agreement. After all, high school graduates who failed college were forced into work right after graduation—no time, energy, or money to train in advanced Body-Refining Techniques.
Only university students, spending ten years in the Second Layer, could focus on both studies and cultivation. Even if both had the same 10th-level Physical Strength, university-educated practitioners usually outperformed high school graduates across all aspects due to mastery of multiple techniques.
Old Master Wang scoffed. “Hmph. Anyone who never went to college—what kind of trash could possibly survive three of my strikes?”
“Fine,” he said. “I accept.”
Hei Ya knew Old Master Wang held high authority among the elders. Once he agreed, the others fell silent in acceptance.
Hei Ya stepped out and relayed the plan to Zhang Yu and the other three instructors.
The three veterans nodded confidently, immediately agreeing.
Zhang Yu, though uncertain of Old Master Wang’s strength, had no choice but to agree.
But the slight hesitation in his expression was all the proof Ci Teacher and the others needed—clear signs of insecurity. They sneered inwardly, now even more certain Zhang Yu was just a high school dropout, hesitating only because he knew he didn’t belong.
Ci Teacher, the middle-aged woman, was the first to step into the classroom.
As the test began, she stood motionless. Old Master Wang unleashed three palm strikes—one to each shoulder, one to the abdomen.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunderous impacts echoed. Ci Teacher staggered back five steps, her face flushing crimson—then instantly returned to normal.
Old Master Wang nodded in approval. “Impressive. Peak-level Physical Strength. Mastered multiple Body-Protection Techniques. Only a university graduate could achieve this level.”
The elders nodded in agreement.
Ci Teacher exhaled quietly in relief, then climbed onto the podium and began her class.
“I’m going to teach you how to poop.”
“This may seem like a trivial matter, but it’s actually deeply tied to life and death.”
“Years ago, a senior master, exhausted from ten years of nonstop overtime, suffered severe constipation for half a year. While on the toilet, he had an epiphany—and discovered a technique called the Detox and Health Preservation Technique.”
“Today, I’ll teach you this very technique. Once mastered, you’ll expel toxins and impurities every single day…”
“Body-Refining is 30% training, 70% diet—and the remaining 90% depends on how well you inject.”
“As the saying goes: the more needle marks on your arms, the better your results.”
“But the more you inject, the more you must detox. That’s why another saying exists: good students must be able to sit still on the toilet.”
“According to the latest research from Xian Du City, students’ Body-Refining progress is directly correlated with their Hemorrhoids Rate…”
She watched the elders, completely focused and rapt, and her spirit soared.
For my nine children. For raising them, sending them to university, helping them get jobs… I must become a gold-tier teacher.
Every time she imagined her children, years from now, working hard to repay her child-rearing loans—sending her monthly transfers—she felt her dream of a life without overtime, working only twelve hours a day, drawing ever closer.
…
Meanwhile, the classroom cameras streamed live footage to the Anxue Alliance elders gathered in the meeting room.
One elder commented: “Xiao Ci’s approach lacks originality. Nothing new here.”
Another said: “The content is solid, but it’s just recycled old stuff. Retention rate will be low.”
“Let’s see the next one.”
Outside the classroom, Zhang Yu listened to Ci Teacher’s lecture and thought:
Clear, concise, key points highlighted, memorable, light-hearted, grounded in current research… This woman’s teaching level is already on par with top-tier high school instructors.
The competition for Anxue Alliance’s gold-tier instructor position is far tougher than I thought.
No good—I need to up the stakes. My preparation wasn’t enough.
Her flaw? That detox technique… it’s too basic. Not advanced enough.
My advantage lies in the superior medicinal applications of Chunqiu Wujin Chan… I must emphasize that.
(End of Chapter)
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