Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

"Thank you all for your support. I will continue to work hard and live up to your expectations. Now that the course is over, does anyone have any questions?" Liu Xing said modestly with a smile and announced the start of the question-and-answer session.

"Brother Liu, I'm still a little confused about what you just said about the evolution of three-dimensional space. Could you explain it again?"

"Junior Brother Liu, you just said that using the Forbidden Breaking Cone can quickly block the penetration of forbidden spiritual energy, thus achieving the miraculous effect of breaking the forbidden area. How did you refine this Forbidden Breaking Cone?"

"Class Representative Liu, you just mentioned that by sensing the fluctuations of the forbidden spiritual energy, one can first determine the nature of the forbidden energy. Is this ability to judge related to the strength of one's spiritual consciousness?"

Everyone had a flood of questions, covering a wide range of topics. Normally, when the teacher was present, they were intimidated by the imposing presence of the Jindan seniors, and some questions were too intimidating to ask. Furthermore, with so many students and so few resources available, the stronger students usually got priority. And because the teacher was short on time, he only selected ten questions, leaving most of the students' questions unanswered. Today, Liu Xing, a regular classmate, was answering questions, and naturally, everyone felt free to ask, pouring in all sorts of questions. The volume of questions was dozens of times greater than usual, and Liu Xing was a bit startled. However, he quickly composed himself and began answering each question one by one. When it came to the Forbidden Breaking Awl, he even pulled some out of his storage bracelet and distributed them to interested students. The students were delighted; with the actual object in hand, they understood much more easily, and each one benefited greatly from the lesson.

The students were all delighted. Liu Xing's help was truly immense. Watching him on the stage, answering their questions with eloquent dialogue, often swiftly resolving them, they all felt Liu Xing was a god, an insurmountable mountain, filled with deep admiration. The younger students, in particular, were dazzled. The mind-bending knowledge of forbidden techniques, transformed into fascinating stories and simple games in Liu's mouth, captivated them with gusto. Liu Xing's tall, handsome features, elegant demeanor, and Confucian scholarly demeanor captivated them even more. Several younger students, fascinated by Liu, blushed, eager to commit themselves to him. Even when their classmates called them away, they remained silent. This was undoubtedly a major blow to these younger students' admirers. They felt that with Liu around, they had nothing left to lose. They were filled with jealousy, yet helpless.

Liu Xing had unknowingly amassed a legion of devoted fans, but he wasn't currently in the mood to savor this moment of admiration. He was still surrounded by people, queuing up to have their questions answered. Five days passed, and the crowd finally dispersed, allowing Liu Xing to breathe a sigh of relief. Three days of teaching, five days of answering questions, and he was completely exhausted. He quickly retreated to his cave, collapsed on his bed, and slept for three days and three nights, finally recovering. It was terrifying. He finally understood the difficulty of being a teacher, the immense drain on his mental energy.

After waking up, he continued his studies at the Sutra Repository. During the previous few months' lectures, the teacher had been unable to answer many of his questions, merely giving him some directions to find the answers on his own. He realized that his current level had reached the teacher's level, and that self-study was the only way to improve. He freely spent his points, frantically absorbing knowledge on various prohibitions. He also spent another five days meticulously preparing for the next class. Firstly, this was his habit: once he'd agreed to something, he'd give it his all. Secondly, he found that teaching others was also a great opportunity to reorganize his own knowledge. As the saying goes, "reviewing the past leads to learning the present," this process of summarizing things also allowed him to gain new insights. Thirdly, he discovered that by controlling the students' moods during class, his voice had developed a kind of magical power, capable of influencing their emotions. He felt that from this perspective, he could develop the rudiments of sonic gong. A genius is a genius, and this laid the foundation for his future achievements in sonic gong.

In the second month, Liu Xing's classes attracted even more people, reaching over three hundred. Many of his fellow disciples, who usually practiced in seclusion, emerged specifically to attend his classes. It seemed like word of his classes had spread quite a bit this month; this reputation was quite influential. With the experience of the previous month, Liu Xing was much more relaxed this time around. He had gained more experience in combining his spiritual awareness with his magical powers, using sound to activate his abilities, and was able to better engage his students. Of course, this was primarily due to the students' open minds and complete focus; if anyone actively resisted, this state would likely be easily broken.

As before, the students listened with rapt interest. The new students also secretly praised the lecture, believing it lived up to its reputation and worth their time. During the Q&A session, there were still many questions. Some students clearly came prepared, asking difficult questions that even Liu Xing found difficult. Some even seemed deliberately challenging. Liu Xing's powerful spiritual sense could actually sense the questioner's emotions. But he didn't care. He was delighted by these difficult questions. Most of the students' questions were not challenging at all, and the challenging ones actually intrigued him. So he gave them a little thought, even using some calculations, and solved them one by one. The students were deeply impressed and astonished, and no longer had any thoughts of dissatisfaction.

Six months passed quickly, and by the time nearly five hundred outer disciples in the Forbidden Arts Department had attended his classes, virtually all of them undeterred. Liu Xing's fame had skyrocketed. Everyone knew him as the Forbidden Arts Department's representative, Liu, whose mastery of the art of prohibition was unmatched. This earned him a legion of admirers, many of whom came to learn from him, though there were also some admirers and admirers. Consequently, he was always surrounded by a group of people who displayed remarkable talent for prohibition. The so-called elite students often form a circle, a natural magnetism. Liu Xing taught the art of prohibition without reservation, always doing his best to answer any questions. His approachable manner also endeared him to everyone. He also tailored his students' abilities to their specific areas of study and progress, providing them with a list of books to pursue. This kindness earned him even greater respect from his classmates.