Chapter 94: Advanced Teaching Methods from Key High School
Zhang Yu dared to step onto the lecture stage—because he had full confidence in his teaching ability.
This confidence wasn’t just based on the fact that three martial techniques he was about to teach—Wuji Yunshou, Digging Palm, and Racing Leg—had all reached Level 10.
It stemmed even more from the profound understanding of Martial Energy control he’d developed after pushing both Zhou Tian Cai Qi Fa and Wuji Yunshou to Level 10.
It came from his deepened mastery of physical structure and muscle mechanics, forged after elevating Jianti Thirty-Six Forms and Chisui Hunyuanqi to Level 10.
And of course, the accumulated experience and insights from mastering numerous other Level 10 techniques—Wuji Yunshou, Bumu Yinfa, Beilong Fanyue Hand, Tianwu Cultivation of the Heart Scripture—had continuously elevated his martial artistry.
Without realizing it, Zhang Yu had now reached a level in Martial Energy control, body mastery, and martial skill that he himself hadn’t dared dream of before.
And all of this had happened within just the past two months.
That meant he still vividly remembered the sensations of each technique’s progression—from Level 1 all the way to Level 10.
He still remembered the struggles, doubts, and confusions he’d faced as a beginner.
With this depth of personal experience and insight, when Zhang Yu explained the subtleties of Wuji Yunshou, he could pinpoint the essence in just a few words.
A casual remark could carry the weight of years of hard-won wisdom others had spent decades to achieve.
Cai Tou, the man with the “Daily Lesson” tattoo on his arm, had only trained Wuji Yunshou up to Level 8.
But after listening to Zhang Yu for just a few minutes, he felt a sudden surge of clarity—his mind opened like a door slamming shut after years of fog.
He even felt an urge to start practicing immediately.
Especially when Zhang Yu shared his insights on Level 8 Wuji Yunshou, it felt as though the words were spoken directly from Cai Tou’s own soul.
“Excellent! Absolutely excellent!” Cai Tou beamed. “If Master Ma ever opens a Wuji Yunshou class, I’m signing up without hesitation!”
Da Chan and Che Nu exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering with surprise.
They hadn’t expected Cai Tou to praise Ma Yunteng so highly.
After receiving Cai Tou’s enthusiastic approval, Zhang Yu turned to Che Nu.
“Now, let me go over Racing Leg…”
But just then, Hei Ya suddenly spoke up.
“Master Ma, your lecture was superb. But if you added just a little something—something from Key High School’s teaching style—it’d be even more popular here.”
Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow. “What kind of addition?”
Hei Ya grinned. “A touch of Key High School’s teaching style.”
As Zhang Yu pondered what exactly that meant, the doll hanging from his chest spoke.
“When you were at Key High School, how did your teachers treat you? Mirror that. Bring back the experience of being educated there.”
Zhang Yu nodded slowly, then looked at the three teachers before him.
“Back at Key High School, I taught only sterilized students. I wonder—have any of you three been sterilized, or have you undergone restoration surgery?”
Cai Tou shifted uncomfortably. “We all went to regular high schools. Back then, sterilization wasn’t required.”
Zhang Yu nodded. “Ah.”
But the three of them—Cai Tou, Che Nu, and Da Chan—stared at Zhang Yu, who clearly had been sterilized, while they themselves hadn’t.
In that moment, a subtle sense of inferiority crept in.
They felt… somehow one step behind.
Zhang Yu didn’t miss the moment. He pulled out his experience from Bailong High School.
“Let me ask—do we have restrooms here? Do teachers and students need to use them? Should we consider bathroom breaks during class?”
The three exchanged glances, then nodded in unison.
Zhang Yu tilted his head. “One more thing—I’ve always wondered: why can’t we choose the scent of the Cognitive Enhancement Agent? I’ve never actually smelled it.”
Cai Tou looked embarrassed. “The facilities are limited. We don’t add the agent to the air circulation system.”
Hei Ya, however, suddenly lit up. His eyes gleamed.
“Yes! Yes! That’s it—the smell. That’s the scent of Key High School humiliation.”
Zhang Yu’s mind now flowed smoothly with ideas.
“Hmm… not too hard. Just repeat how Songyang High School teachers looked down on low-scoring students. Mimic how Bailong people talk to Ziyun People. That’s all.”
As he continued explaining Digging Palm and Racing Leg, Che Nu and Da Chan were stunned.
Zhang Yu’s understanding of both techniques was on par with theirs—yet he had a unique, intuitive grasp of muscle activation and Martial Energy flow.
Even more shocking was how thoroughly he knew every critical breakthrough point from Level 1 to Level 10.
It was as if he’d just reached those levels himself.
But they knew that wasn’t possible.
The only explanation? Zhang Yu had immense teaching experience—having guided countless students through each stage of these techniques.
Che Nu bowed slightly, his previously cold expression now replaced with genuine admiration.
“Your teaching quality is exceptional. Your style is mature and effective. You’re more than qualified to teach here.”
Da Chan didn’t speak, but he gave a slow, approving nod.
After all, in the Dark Tutoring Realm, teaching quality ruled supreme.
People respected those who could teach well.
And Zhang Yu’s teaching style? Pure, authentic, unmistakably forged in the crucible of Key High School.
Even a casual phrase carried the weight of a rigid academic hierarchy—of score-based discrimination.
It was clear: this wasn’t just a martial artist. This was a true product of the elite system.
Hei Ya thought to himself: “If we promote him as a retired Key High School teacher, we’d attract a flood of students.”
But the most astonished person in the room wasn’t any of the three Anxue Alliance teachers, nor Hei Ya.
It was the doll hanging from Zhang Yu’s chest.
“This guy only learned Digging Palm a few days ago!”
“He’s not just learning fast—he’s absorbing it completely. Not just mastering each technique, but fusing them all into one. He truly commands the power.”
“Damn it…” the doll muttered internally. “What kind of potential is this? Did I, without realizing it, already possess a method to unlock such terrifying potential? Did I create this genius without even knowing?”
“Could that mean I have the potential to become the Evil God King?”
“Is that why I was betrayed?”
Then Zhang Yu demonstrated his teaching skill with Crane Claw and Elevator Leap—each one flawless, each one met with approval.
The group grew even more impressed by his astonishing breadth of knowledge.
After seeing Cai Tou and the others off, Hei Ya began discussing the practical details of the classes.
Eventually, after considering Hei Ya’s suggestions, the doll’s input, and Zhang Yu’s own preferences… the schedule was set.
But first, Hei Ya addressed the tax issue.
“Of course, you don’t need to reveal your identity. You can keep the rights to your techniques and the authority to teach without purchasing them. But taxes are non-negotiable. We’ll handle the deductions for you.”
He paused, his tone turning serious.
“Taxes are crucial. In the past, some factions didn’t care, leaving teachers to report their own taxes. One fool tried to skip it. But the Divine Authority caught him. The entire gang was wiped out—everyone arrested, their assets seized, leaving them with debts they’ll never repay. They’re still working overtime to pay it off—some say their overtime schedule is booked all the way to the year 200…”
Hei Ya’s eyes flickered with fear.
“So don’t take taxes lightly. We’ll handle everything for you. No need to worry.”
He added, “Your makeup payments are calculated after taxes—meaning the fee you get is after our cut.”
Of course, besides Wuji Yunshou, the most profitable courses were Digging Palm, Crane Claw, Racing Leg, and Elevator Leap.
Hei Ya said, “Master Ma, when would be convenient for you to start teaching?”
Zhang Yu replied, “As soon as possible.”
Hei Ya smiled. “Perfect. I have a Digging Palm class in need of a teacher. Currently, 59 students have enrolled. Each session is 60 minutes. We’ll pay you 6,500 per class. We’re scheduling 10 classes per week. How does that sound?”
Zhang Yu’s heart skipped a beat. His breath quickened.
“Ten classes a week… that’s 65,000 yuan a week? Damn, the Dark Tutoring Realm really is profitable!”
But seeing Zhang Yu remain silent, Hei Ya assumed he thought it was too low.
After all, someone who had mastered so many Level 10 techniques was clearly a peak-level cultivator—someone whose income and expenses wouldn’t be trivial.
So Hei Ya added, “You’re new here. Once your teaching quality is proven, we’ll assign you more classes, more students. Your income will grow significantly.”
Zhang Yu nodded slowly, suppressing his eagerness.
“Then when do we start?”
Hei Ya: “Tomorrow.”
…
That night, after leaving the compound, Zhang Yu exhaled deeply.
“With 65,000 yuan a week, and if things go well, even more classes… my financial burden is finally lifting.”
He truly relaxed. The weight on his shoulders had lessened.
“Now I can afford Hunyuan Pills regularly. My Physical Strength Level will rise fast. No problem entering the Sports Competition.”
Just then, the doll spoke from his chest.
“Well? Didn’t I tell you? Real jobs are nothing compared to making money in the underworld.”
“And I know every dark corner of Kunxu. With me guiding you, your chances of climbing higher are guaranteed.”
Zhang Yu didn’t reply—but he couldn’t deny it.
The information the Evil God provided about the underworld had already proven invaluable on his Dao path.
On the way back, the doll, eager to assert its presence, added:
“Remember this, Zhang Yu—when you’re in the illegal tutoring business, trust no one.”
“And never pity the students who buy your classes.”
“They’re all poor. But don’t care how they paid—whether it was from loans, selling their homes, or even mortgaging organs. They bought your course. It wasn’t forced. If they go bankrupt, or jump off a building later… that’s on them. They didn’t have enough money to afford cultivating the Dao.”
Over the next few days, Zhang Yu trained during the day at school, and at night either practiced in the abandoned buildings or taught at the Anxue Alliance’s compound.
Eventually, he gathered enough money to buy another Hunyuan Pill—and began taking one every few days.
(End of Chapter)
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