Chapter Five — The Beautiful Teacher Begins Alchemy
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Early the next morning at breakfast, Yoshua Brave kept shooting Lanqi a look filled with resentment. The little girl felt completely uncomfortable under his stare and kept trying to hide behind her older sister. Lanya glared fiercely at Yoshua twice, but then blushed and smiled.
After arriving at the academy, he gave a few disciples some pointers on parts of their martial-arts training they didn’t understand. Then, he wandered around the campus. When he circled past the office building, he suddenly saw a figure with an impossibly perfect body enter the building. His heart immediately became restless. Chuckling twice and pretending to look proper and gentlemanly, he walked inside.
Keeping his distance and following from behind, Yoshua’s sharp eyesight allowed him to clearly appreciate the stunning figure ahead of him. Tsk tsk… truly exquisite. The long black dress perfectly outlined those elegant curves. The snow-white, rounded shoulders contrasted sharply with the black fabric, highlighting the fair skin beneath. Below the long skirt extended a pair of slender calves, and delicate feet wrapped in black shoes. As she walked, the sway of her rounded hips released endless allure.
Yoshua shook his head. She should be wearing high heels—those shoes are way too plain.
The woman continued toward the dean’s office. Yoshua froze. Could she be a teacher?
He grabbed a male teacher who had been staring so hard he looked half-possessed.
“Brother, hey—wake up! Let me ask you, is that woman one of our academy’s teachers?”
The male teacher shook his head repeatedly. “No, definitely not. I’ve worked here for five years, and I’ve never heard of such a beautiful teacher.”
Yoshua thought for a moment. I need an excuse to go into the dean’s office. Who is that woman? Could she be that old man’s wife? No way. That old guy probably can’t even get out of bed—how could he have a wife that gorgeous?
Just as he was trying to figure out how to sneak into the dean’s office, the door opened. The woman walked out. Her swaying, graceful figure was captivating, but what truly stole the breath was that fairy-like face—two entire levels more beautiful than Lanya. Her flowing eyes shimmered like water, her pretty nose curved perfectly, and her rosy lips were mesmerizing. Such a presence did not seem human—almost like a demon descending into the mortal world.
Suddenly, a thought struck him: Demon?
He had felt something strange earlier, but her beauty distracted him. Now, he released his demonic perception toward her. Sure enough, he detected massive dark magic waves inside her. Strangely, seventy percent of it was sealed within a black pearl hidden inside her chest. If his perception hadn’t been unusually strong, he would have never sensed it.
Such powerful dark magic was far beyond what someone her apparent age could cultivate. Could she really be a demon?
Suddenly, her divine sense stirred. Yoshua quickly pulled his perception back, shocked. Even after cultivating the Iceheart Technique and becoming undead, he barely gained perception this strong—yet she could detect his probing. Her spiritual power is terrifying!
Liya successfully entered the academy as a dark-magic instructor. But after stepping out of the dean’s office, she felt someone spying on her. Even though she used her magic to investigate, she couldn’t find who it was. She was alarmed—this academy actually had such a powerful expert. She would need to be very cautious.
By afternoon, the news of a stunning new teacher spread across the academy. Countless male students gathered outside the teachers’ dormitory to catch a glimpse. All of them were sons of nobles or rich families—your typical spoiled young masters—shouting crude jokes and laughing loudly.
But Liya was not someone to be trifled with. With a cold snort, she cast a Dark-element Fear Impact spell straight through the wall. The arrogant young nobles immediately froze, falling into horrifying illusions. With screams and chaos, they scattered and fled.
The five male disciples under Yoshua Brave behaved themselves, diligently cultivating their battle-qi and martial techniques. Yoshua was satisfied with their progress—technique-wise, they performed the moves he taught decently well. But their battle-qi bothered him; it was developing too slowly. After investigating, he realized they started training far too late. Only Hill had learned some basic battle-qi techniques at home; the others had none.
After thinking for a long time, Yoshua went to a dwarven blacksmith to forge an alchemy cauldron. Then he returned to the Grand Marshal’s Estate. From his spatial storage he retrieved herbs he had gathered in this world and began refining two kinds of pills: the Bone-Cleansing Pill and the Essence-Nurturing Pill. Both were ordinary compared to the top-tier pills in the memories granted by Lord Jiang, but for his disciples, they were already incredibly valuable.
Before starting, he instructed the household servants to guard the door and allow absolutely no one inside. Borut and the others already treated him as family and didn’t question it. That night, Lanya and Lanqi came looking for him but were blocked outside. Lanqi tried to force her way in, but Lanya dragged her away. The little girl shouted that she’d “make him pay later.”
Before dawn the next day, Yoshua finally finished refining the pills—108 of each. He stored them in glass bottles, put the cauldron away, and left. Returning to his room, he had just lain down when Lanqi arrived to cause trouble, banging loudly and endlessly on his door.
Helpless, Yoshua opened the door. Facing Lanqi’s large, angry eyes, he sensibly handed her a pile of snacks. Little girls were easy to appease—she hugged her treats happily and skipped away.
After washing up and eating breakfast, he gathered everyone and said:
“I know you’re all curious about what I did last night. I’ll tell you now—I refined pills. These are called medicinal pills.”
He took out a Bone-Cleansing Pill and handed one to Borut.
A light fragrance drifted through the air—faint but pleasant. Borut examined it for a long time before swallowing it. As soon as it entered his stomach, the pill dissolved into a cool stream. But that coolness instantly transformed into flames spreading through his entire body. To endure the indescribable pain, he quickly sat down and used battle-qi to resist.
To everyone’s shock, black impurities began seeping from Borut’s pores, giving off a foul smell. Yoshua nodded. Even though Borut was a Sword Saint and his body was incredibly refined, he still carried plenty of impurities.
After enduring the burning agony, Borut suddenly felt unbelievably refreshed—light and clear from head to toe. It was as if every pore was breathing. When he circulated his battle-qi, he found its quality and flow speed had greatly improved. He even felt on the verge of breaking through from Sword Saint to Sword God. Jumping up, he laughed gleefully—though covered in foul black grime, making the scene ridiculous. But the newfound power in his aura was no joke.
Yoshua quickly said, “Grandpa, your skin is still covered in expelled impurities. You should go wash up.”
Borut nodded. “Yes, yes—I’ll go bathe first.” Once he left, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on Yoshua.
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