Chapter 266: 265 Approaching Breakthrough

Wang Wu still wasn't that arrogant; after all, no matter how much the teachers gave face, if you didn't give them face, they wouldn't look kindly on you.

And Wang Wu's reputation among the vast majority of teachers was actually quite good, because he was always very sensible.

Take cultural classes, for example. Yes, cultivators also have to attend cultural classes, but most cultivators aren't interested in this kind of cultural coursework, so most choose to skip class or slack off during it.

If you look from the hometown's perspective, the cultivators here are essentially "specialists", because they basically only study things related to cultivation. Although some advanced knowledge is involved, that knowledge itself is only to better serve cultivation.

Understanding the universe's origin, things like quantum mechanics, existence and perception, are merely ordinary "electives".

Of course, they're electives you have to take.

But the hometown is not like this; here, those who spend all day researching cosmic mysteries are the "specialists", while they are the ones properly teaching students.

As for which of the two has more value or higher social status, there's no clear hierarchy.

In the cultivation world, strength is supreme, and the research field is the same; only more powerful cultivators can obtain more research funding and thus have more time to study what they wish.

Of course, there are also more advanced brains.

Cultivators discover countless unknowns, cultivators lead technological revolutions, cultivators…

In short, without enough strength, one certainly can't do research.

Take the teacher of this class, for instance; even though they teach an elective, a relatively low‑level basic quantum mechanics and some philosophy, the teacher's strength tier is not low.

Seems to be a half‑step Immortal Emperor? Just one step away from the Emperor realm.

Among the teachers Wang Wu has met so far, few at this level are stronger than him.

After all, most cultivators' teachers don't need Immortal Emperor‑level strength; usually a Star Lord, no, a Celestial Lord is already quite good. As for Immortal Emperor, that's a privilege only for true Heaven's Pride like Wang Wu, those who stand out among a bunch of Heaven's Pride.

As for others, sorry, they don't have that, it's unattainable.

One class lasts forty‑eight hours; although Wang Wu often had his desk mate fiddling around midway, he generally absorbed what the teacher said.

Of course, he only heard it, it only resides in his mind. As for whether he'll invoke it, the odds are slim, and he also won't think about or assimilate what the teacher said.

It's like the huge MP4 or other format files quietly sitting in some corner of a computer hard drive; sometimes they're MOV, but most of the time they just lie there silently.

They are numerous, yet only a tiny fraction ever gets the luck to be opened.

The rest just keep lying there until they're deleted due to lack of space, making room for new knowledge.

But after coming here, Wang Wu is more often the recorder than the viewer, because before he had to satisfy someone's particular fetish.

Of course, that's no longer needed now, since the other party directly participates.

"Master, how have you been lately?"

After class, back in his dorm, he punched the annoying sweet‑looking female cultivator's lower abdomen, causing her face and body to convulse violently from the pain.

Then, amid her painful wail and a fierce roar that didn't match her appearance or voice, Wang Wu kept beating her while chatting casually with Yin Shenli.

"Don't you dare ask me," came Yin Shenli's impatient voice over the phone, "But you, how's your strength?"

"I've improved a lot over the years, but damn, why haven't you broken through to First Rank yet? How long will you stay at this realm?"

"What on earth are you doing? Have you ever played house?"

"Um, this..." The once fierce, wildly aggressive Wang Wu instantly deflated upon hearing the master's words, his forward momentum vanishing without a trace.

"It's not that, Master, it's not—my talent is limited... Moreover, I also need to study the power bodies here..."

"What the hell are you talking about, you think I don't know?" Yin Shenli bluntly cut Wang Wu off, "The cultivation techniques you use were all tweaked for you by that old bastard First Tianwu; fundamentally they're still the same set you originally cultivated, it's just those dumb dogs can't see it."

"Also, open the video now, I want to watch."

"Huh? Watch what?"

"You tell me."

Yin Shenli's attitude toward Wang Wu is very poor; she's always been like that, never courteous with her words.

Of course, she does know that Wang Wu's current talent can only give him this cultivation speed, which has even exceeded her expectations.

As for going any faster, that would still be too difficult for him.

Regarding joining a real life‑or‑death battle, Yin Shenli has warned Wang Wu many times to spar with others in the training arena here; if she catches him sneaking out for a mortal duel, he'll be doomed.

Of course, First Tianwu harshly rebuked this behavior of Yin Shenli, deeming it indulgent.

At that moment, Yin Shenli would erupt in extreme anger, spraying harsh words at First Tianwu like a stress reaction, and would not forget to hurl them at Wang Wu as well, to prove her cold, heartless nature that never indulges.

Of course, everyone knows and understands this, so they don't take it seriously.

As for Wang Wu, he is a very filial disciple and can only express agreement.

Elective class: forty‑eight hours, rest time: twenty‑four hours.

Of course, Wang Wu only rested four hours, and the remaining twenty hours he spent diligently cultivating and mingling with senior and junior sisters of the same sect.

Time passed peacefully; Qiong Yuan and Qiong Lan Sect are very tranquil places, though true calamities occasionally erupt, they pose no real difficulty for these high‑level cultivators.

Until fifteen years later.

Wang Wu's realm is still First Rank, but his strength continues to rise methodically; by today, he has reached his true limit.

He is only one final step away from that breakthrough realm.

(End of Chapter)