Everyone ascended, but I didn't get on board

Chapter 165 Little Green Hair's Tutoring

Qiu Ci carefully examined the ID photo in the upper right corner of the document and immediately noticed the striking green hair, realizing what it meant.

Isn't this one of the rainbow boys who got into a fight before?
“Ms. Chu, there’s still a month until the league. All you need to do is guide his swordsmanship every day. Don’t worry, you don’t need to reveal your cultivation techniques.” Wei Ming quickly explained, “He just lacks experience and needs guidance. A Nascent Soul cultivator like Ms. Chu is perfect for that.”

Wei Ming's idea was not impromptu; he had had it in mind for a long time. In real battles between cultivators, those from other continents were indeed more skilled and proficient than the people of the peaceful Divine Radiance Continent. After all, the environment on other continents was harsh, and they fought with real swords and spears.

However, cultivators from other continents are generally not very sociable; most are quick to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement and disregard laws and regulations. No matter how skilled such people are, he wouldn't dare invite them back, let alone have them tutor his nephew.

But Ms. Chu was different. From the day she voluntarily reported to the Bureau of Cultivation, he had been silently observing her for a long time. She seemed different from all the cultivators from the outer continent. She did not have that murderous aura that was always ready to fight. She was also very gentle. In the past month, apart from a traffic violation, she had not made any mistakes. She was also very polite when communicating with people, which is why he took the initiative to come to her.

“My nephew is really talented, but he’s a bit playful,” Wei Ming continued. “He’s participating in the league this time in order to get into a good advanced academy, but unfortunately none of our family practices swordsmanship, so we know very little about it and can’t help him.”

"What is his current cultivation level? Has he grasped the essence of swordsmanship?" She glanced at the swordsmanship section of the information, which only listed the intermediate-level swordsmanship, Thousand Crane Chant.

"This..." Wei Ming's face stiffened, clearly indicating he didn't. "Why don't you come with me to see that kid? Don't worry, whether he makes it to the league finals or not, we'll still pay his salary. How about 10,000 spirit coins a week..."

Swish!
Before he could finish speaking, Qiu Ci suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Let's go see my new students!" Earning 40,000 a month, I'll do it!

Wei Ming: “…”

She agreed immediately; Ms. Chu was indeed easy to talk to.

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Wei Ming drove her there, and in less than half an hour they arrived at a villa area. They stopped in front of a villa that covered more than a thousand square meters. It had everything, including a garden and a swimming pool, and exuded wealth. No wonder it was someone who could earn ten thousand a week.

Wei Ming had made prior arrangements, and he could see two people waiting at the door from afar. One was a woman with exquisite makeup, and the other was the green-haired boy he had seen before.

The boy's face was still bruised, probably from the beating he received from Feng Shanming last time. He was a bit chubby, with two rolls of fat around his stomach. He was being pulled by the woman and stood at the door looking annoyed.

Wei Ming first went down to greet them, and then introduced Chu Qiuci.

The woman was very happy and greeted him very politely, "Hello, Teacher Chu, we've been troubling you with Yanxin for the past month."

"Mm." Qiu Ci nodded.

The chubby green-haired boy next to her was dissatisfied. He looked her up and down and said, "Uncle, why did you find me such a teacher? Our principal said we can find him for league training. He's a Nascent Soul cultivator. This guy looks weak. Can he handle it?"

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting!" Wei Ming immediately patted his head and scolded him, "Your principal doesn't practice swordsmanship, but Ms. Chu is a professional swordswoman. Don't be ungrateful."

The chubby green-haired boy rubbed the back of his head, which was still sore from being slapped. He still didn't quite trust her, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Teacher Chu, I'm so sorry!" Wei Ming quickly apologized, and the woman beside him smiled apologetically as well.

"It's nothing." Qiu Ci didn't take it to heart. After all, back in Shuangxing Academy, there were students who didn't like her classes and even switched majors. She was used to it. "Since it's tutoring, let's begin."

"Now?" Wei Ming was taken aback, not expecting her to be so dedicated, but he didn't refuse. She immediately led him to the private training room, and also pushed the green-haired chubby boy in.

The green-haired man crossed his arms and looked at her with an arrogant air, seemingly not thinking highly of her as a Nascent Soul cultivator. He asked bluntly, "How are you going to teach me?"

"Let's see your skill level first," Qiu Ci said directly. "You're practicing intermediate-level swordsmanship, right? Show me."

Green Hair reluctantly took out a spirit sword from the storage device. The spirit sword should be of medium grade, and it was still radiating a faint chill.

He carried his sword to the center of the arena, took a deep breath, and began to move with each strike. In no time, his figure became a blur, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard throughout.

Qiu Ci frowned after watching for a while, and at the same time, a small ball of light popped out.

[Ding! New sword technique detected, analyzing... Analysis result: Garbage, deleted from collection.]

The little ball of light even spat out two clumps of light powder, showing just how disgusted it was.

It took the chubby green-haired boy a full twenty minutes to demonstrate the entire sword technique. His forehead was covered in sweat, but he walked over with a proud and confident look on his face. "I'm done demonstrating. What do you think?"

"It's...not very good!" Qiu Ci hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say the word "trash" to discourage the boy.

"What did you say?" The green-haired chubby boy immediately exploded. "Do you even know how to read? I'm the number one swordsman in our school, although... I'm second now, but I'm still a genius, okay?"

"Let's put the rankings aside for now. I want to ask who helped you choose this sword technique?" Qiu Ci asked seriously.

The chubby green-haired boy paused for a moment, but still answered, "Of course I chose it myself. This is the intermediate-level sword technique Thousand Crane Chant, which I selected from the school library. It's also the highest-level sword technique in the school. I saved up credits for a long time to get it, so what's the problem?"

"Of course there's a problem." And a big one at that. "You know that the focus of this sword technique is on the speed of the attacks and movement, pursuing speed as the ultimate weapon, right?"

"..." The chubby green-haired boy was stunned.

"You didn't know!" Qiu Ci was genuinely surprised. Had his teacher never reminded him before? "Your spiritual root should be of the metal and wood attributes, right? Logically speaking, you should be more suited to strength-based techniques. One force can overcome all techniques, which should be the direction you cultivate. Why do you want to practice this kind of movement-based sword technique?" Didn't he ever notice anything wrong with his own rounded physique?

"And you even chose a sword like this?" She fixed her gaze on the frost-attribute sword in his hand. Swordsmanship that emphasizes speed is only suitable for wind-attribute spirit swords; other attributes are not as good as ordinary spirit swords.

"You're talking nonsense! How could I have practiced wrong from the very beginning!" The green-haired chubby boy's face paled, but he didn't want to admit that he had practiced for nothing all these years. He said angrily, "Hmph! You talk so convincingly, I'd like to see just how good your swordsmanship really is?"

"Are you sure?" Qiu Ci asked to confirm.

"Why don't you dare to fight? Then you're just a fraud who doesn't understand swords at all." The green-haired fat boy raised his sword with an arrogant look on his face.

Qiu Ci sighed, "Alright."

The next moment, an overwhelming sword intent pressed down, and the roof of the entire training room cracked open with a snap. The arrogant green-haired boy was directly pressed to the ground with a thud, sinking three inches into the ground.

The little ball of light circled the fat pancake on the ground with glee, its attitude even more arrogant than that of the green-haired guy.

[You can't even withstand one ten-thousandth of the sword intent, yet you dare to question your master? You little trash!]