Qi and its importance

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Luo Yan didn't even bother turning around. "Why are you all still standing? This is a class, not a staring contest!" he shouted, making the disciples flinch.

They immediately sat down, knowing better than to provoke Luo Yan further. 

Zhang Fei, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, his eyes sweeping over the fellow disciples. Bunch of nerds, but some of these chicks aren't bad, he thought, his gaze lingering on a green-haired baddie sitting in the corner.

The girl caught his stare and blushed hard. She quickly lowered his gaze, and Zhang Fei couldn't help but grin, the reaction feeding his ego more than it should have.

Yeah, you're mine later, greenie, he mused, cock twitching under his robe.

Meanwhile, a nerdy guy up front leaned toward his buddy and whispered loud enough for Zhang Fei to hear. "That's the idiot who pissed off Teacher Xian'er—dumbass newbie."

Zhang Fei's grin widened, his eyes narrowing on the guy. Keep talking, bitch, and I'll fuck you up later, he promised himself, cracking his knuckles under the desk.

Luo Yan turned slightly to glance at Zhang Fei, then back to the class. "You all better pay attention or you'll get kicked out faster than you can blink," he warned.

He didn't need to say more. The disciples snapped to attention, the tension fading slightly as Luo Yan turned back to the chalkboard and began scribbling down again.

After some time, Luo Yan turned around, his gaze sweeping over the class as he addressed them all. "Today, we will be going back to the basics of everything," he announced, making every disciple straighten up.

"I will be teaching you the basics of qi, and other teachers will handle the rest of the topics."

He paused for a moment, allowing the words to settle before continuing.

"Qi is the fundament of everything. Without it, nothing exists in this world. It flows through every living being, shaping our abilities, our strength, and our destiny."

He turned slightly, eyes narrowing as he locked onto each disciple's gaze. "You must understand this before you can begin to cultivate, before you can ascend. Your journey starts with understanding qi. Without mastery over it, you are nothing more than a child playing with fire."

Zhang Fei's expression didn't waver. He was still half distracted, though something in the intensity of Luo Yan's words grabbed his attention. His smirk softened just slightly as Luo Yan continued his lecture.

"Now, listen carefully," Luo Yan said. "There are two types of humans in our world. First, the commoners. And second, the martial artists."

"Commoners," he continued, "have no prestige, no wealth, and no social standing. They live their lives, working to survive, struggling day by day. However, martial artists," he gestured with a flick of his wrist, "have it all. They possess power, influence, and respect. They command attention. A single martial artist, a true cultivator of qi, is capable of wiping out thousands—millions of commoners."

He turned to one of the nerdy disciples sitting in the front, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You. Stand up," Luo Yan ordered.

The disciple hesitated, his face pale as he slowly got to his feet.

"Tell me why this is possible," Luo Yan asked.

The disciple gulped, glancing around nervously before speaking up. "Qi, Teacher."

Luo Yan nodded. "Yes. It's all because of qi. While commoners do need qi to survive, they cannot control it. They live with it, but they are slaves to it."

He walked slowly across the room. "Martial artists, on the other hand, do not just survive with qi—they command it. They bend it to their will and use it to gain power. A single strike of qi from a skilled martial artist can destroy entire armies."

The class was silent, everyone focusing intently on his words. Even Zhang Fei's usual cocky grin faded for a moment as he absorbed the gravity of the lesson.

"Martial artists control their destiny. Commoners? They are controlled by the world." Luo Yan's voice grew colder as he made this difference, making it clear that the path ahead for those in the room would not be an easy one.

"Remember this," he said, his own qi flaring slightly, "Power is not just about fighting—it's about control. And the one who controls qi controls everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of murmur quickly spread through the class. Luo Yan crossed his arms, pleased with the reaction.

The disciples were engaged, discussing qi, meridians, and breakthroughs. Some had eager eyes, while some furrowed their brows, already calculating their paths forward.

His gaze then settled on Zhang Fei, who, surprisingly, wasn't zoning out. Instead, the bastard was actually paying attention.

Not bad. That fucker is concentrating as well, he thought, smirking.

He had half-expected Zhang Fei to keep gawking at the girls or crack some dumb joke, but here he was, absorbing the lesson like a proper cultivator.

Good. Because if this fucker wants to survive in this sect, let alone rise, he needs to stop thinking with his dick and start using his damn brain.