Chapter 20: Teaching the Technique!
Lu Qingyang flew off from the Chaotian Sect’s Outer Gate.
It was about time for him to demonstrate spell arts for the Medicine Hall disciples today.
Since he had said once a month, Lu Qingyang would naturally not go back on his word.
So he ended his cultivation and headed to the Medicine Hall.
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“Deacon Lu!”
“Deacon Lu is here!”
“Greetings, Deacon Lu!”
As soon as Lu Qingyang stepped into the Medicine Hall, the disciples all cupped their hands in greeting.
Even though these people were all at the seventh layer of Qi Refining, none of them dared to act arrogantly before Lu Qingyang.
Because they knew that Lu Qingyang would sooner or later become an existence beyond their reach.
“Mm.”
Lu Qingyang responded politely to everyone, then made a round of the Medicine Hall to inspect it.
With so many late-stage Qi Refining disciples tending to it, the medicinal fields in the garden had finally regained some vitality.
It was just that they were still far from the herbs maturing.
With their late-stage Qi Refining cultivation, the Minor Rain-Cloud Art these disciples deployed was far more powerful than that of ordinary disciples.
Thus, almost every medicinal field had a thin layer of spiritual mist condensing above it.
Making it hazy and ethereal, carrying a rather immortal fairyland beauty.
Lu Qingyang lingered over the medicinal fields for a moment, then walked into the pavilion of the Deacon’s Hall.
At the same time, he waved his hand at the assembled disciples.
“Fellow Senior Brothers, come along. Today I will demonstrate a first-tier high-grade spell art for everyone.”
Hearing this, the disciples’ eyes all lit up.
They had worked diligently for a month. Was this not the moment they had been waiting for?
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
The group of disciples hurriedly answered, then filed in one after another.
Once everyone had entered the main hall of the pavilion, they each pulled a cushion from their storage bags and sat down.
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang gave a slight nod, and also took out a cushion, sitting cross-legged before everyone.
“Today I will demonstrate the Wind-Thunder Art for my fellow Senior Brothers. Everyone must remember, you may only observe it. You must not record it with image jade pendants.”
“Understood!”
The disciples answered in unison.
Seeing this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Lu Qingyang’s mouth, and he lightly raised his right palm.
Weng!
As the sound of wind and thunder rang out.
A tiny ball of wind appeared in Lu Qingyang’s palm.
Then, Lu Qingyang’s left hand rose slightly, tracing mysterious arcs through the air.
“Whoosh!”
A mass of thunderclouds suddenly burst from the wind ball, instantly condensing into an exquisite thunder dragon.
“Roar!”
The thunder dragon roared, its momentum astonishing.
“Hisss!”
“What an exquisite spell art!”
“No, this isn’t just comprehension of the spell art. Without extreme spiritual power control, it would be absolutely impossible to achieve this!”
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Watching that thunder dragon, the group of disciples was utterly shaken.
They had never seen anyone deploy a spell art so exquisitely.
In the blink of an eye, he had deployed a miniature Wind-Thunder Art.
“This is a true genius!”
A sense of reverence welled up in all the disciples’ hearts.
Lu Qingyang did not mind. He merely wanted to resolve the Medicine Hall’s current situation.
“Huu~”
A moment later, Lu Qingyang let out a long breath of turbid air, and the Wind-Thunder Art dissipated into the air.
“Today’s observation ends here. My fellow Senior Brothers may wait a few months. In a few months, there will not only be the Wind-Thunder Art, I will also demonstrate a new first-tier spell art for everyone.”
After smoothing out the fluctuations of his spiritual power, Lu Qingyang spoke softly.
“What? There will be new spell arts?”
“This Deacon Lu really is something!”
Hearing Lu Qingyang’s words, all the disciples grew excited.
“Old Huang, which fellow Senior Brother was the most diligent this month? Have him stay. The rest of my fellow Senior Brothers may leave first.”
Lu Qingyang ignored everyone’s reactions and asked Old Huang.
“Yes......”
“It’s me!”
Before Old Huang could reply, a gruff voice came over.
Everyone turned to look, and saw a burly, powerfully built man.
The man’s face was covered in a full beard, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura.
“This fellow Senior Brother is named Ma Han. He is the Medicine Hall’s most diligent Senior Brother this month.”
Old Huang hurriedly introduced him.
“Good. Ma Han stays, the rest of you may withdraw.”
Lu Qingyang nodded with a smile.
“Yes!”
The disciples all answered, and some left reluctantly.
After everyone had left, Old Huang could not help but give Ma Han a thumbs-up.
“Senior Brother Ma, you’re amazing. In just one month, you watered two hundred and forty-eight times. That works out to more than eight times a day.”
“Heh heh, it’s nothing. As long as Deacon Lu gives me a bonus treat!”
“Right! A bonus treat!”
Ma Han laughed honestly.
Seeing this man’s simple nature, and hearing of his merits from Old Huang’s mouth.
Lu Qingyang also began to feel some goodwill toward this Senior Brother named Ma Han.
“Senior Brother Ma, come here.”
Ma Han was delighted at these words and hurriedly carried his cushion over.
Seeing this, Old Huang tactfully withdrew.
Only Lu Qingyang and Ma Han remained in the pavilion.
“Senior Brother Ma, today you may ask me any questions you have about spell arts. Whatever I know, I will truthfully tell you.”
Lu Qingyang looked warmly at Ma Han.
“Great!”
“Deacon Lu, I just wanted to ask how you manage to control spell arts so exquisitely?”
Ma Han rubbed his hands, a simple smile on his face.
He had indeed wanted to ask this question for a long time.
“Simply put, my control over spiritual power has already become fine down to the inch. Only then can I achieve such precision.”
“I see!”
Ma Han scratched his head and nodded as if he half understood.
“Then may I ask, Deacon Lu, how can one master the Wind-Thunder Art to a high-grade level?”
Ma Han had asked two seemingly crude questions, but in truth they were the most crucial ones.
Lu Qingyang did not avoid them.
“Spell arts: the technique is the foundation, the method is the core.”
“If you wish to deepen your comprehension of a spell art, you must combine the method with the technique.”
“You cannot simply think about how to make it fast or how to make it strong. You must consider the fusion of technique and method.”
“If you can comprehend this principle, then surely one day you will be able to raise your comprehension of spell arts.”
Lu Qingyang’s words were somewhat profound, but they benefited Ma Han greatly.
After hearing them, Ma Han nodded repeatedly.
“Deacon Lu, I understand!”
“Mm!”
Lu Qingyang nodded in satisfaction.
Then he extended a single index finger, a wisp of wind blade dancing at its tip.
“Swoosh!”
The wind blade shot straight toward Ma Han’s brow.
But just as it drew near, it immediately transformed into a gust of wild wind, blowing Ma Han’s robes so they flapped loudly.
Then it vanished in an instant.
“Consider this one a gift from me. You can properly sense the spiritual power fluctuations within it.”
Lu Qingyang smiled faintly.
“Thank you, Deacon Lu!”
Ma Han hurriedly bowed in thanks.
That last Wind-Thunder Art had carried a very dense spell art imprint.
Although it was only a single wisp, it had already surpassed the scope of an ordinary spell art.
Ma Han was late-stage Qi Refining, so he naturally understood what this meant.
“Go on.”
Lu Qingyang waved his hand.
“Mm, Deacon Lu, you’re busy, I’ll be going!”
With that, Ma Han hurriedly turned and left.
Watching Ma Han’s departing back, a smile curved at the corner of Lu Qingyang’s mouth.
Judging by today’s teaching results, he suddenly felt he might be able to take on the Spell Art Bureau’s work as well.
If anything, he really might be able to revive the Medicine Hall within five years!