Chapter 53 Justice, Selflessness, Love

The next day.

Lin Fan woke from his cultivation and immediately pulled up the data panel, examining it carefully.

Not bad, not bad.

The experience for "Formless Demon" had increased by nearly thirty thousand, while "Concealment Art" had reached a terrifying twelfth layer.

Based on his experience with "Monkey Steals the Peach," Lin Fan figured that the transformation of "Concealment Art" should occur at the twentieth layer.

In a single night, he had managed to cultivate the mere third-layer "Concealment Art" to the twelfth layer—who could compare to him?

With a light heart, Lin Fan washed up, for today he would let his students receive the infusion of his great love.

As Lin Fan walked toward the classroom, he noticed some teachers and students on the way discussing yesterday's events. Delighted, he edged closer, wanting to hear how they evaluated him.

"This new teacher of the Ding class is quite capable, making Liu Qingfeng and the other three lose so much face. Truly a talented person."

Hearing this, Lin Fan felt a surge of joy—so someone was praising him after all. But as he continued listening, he suddenly sensed something off.

"This new teacher doesn't know how to handle people. Making Liu Qingfeng and the others apologize to the students—what kind of thing is that? How can they hold their heads up in front of the students now?"

"Sigh, being able to defeat Liu Qingfeng and his group, why would he go to the Ding class? With that strength, he could easily be a teacher for the Yi class."

"Heh, you don't understand. Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. The Yi class is full of hidden talents; Liu Qingfeng and the others are only average there. If he went to the Yi class, how could he attract as much attention as in the Ding class?"

"That makes sense. I never thought he'd be so calculating."

"From now on, it's best not to associate with this person. Liu Qingfeng is quite popular in the Yi class, and I hear the Thirteenth Prince of the imperial court has a good relationship with him."

...

At this moment, Lin Fan felt that these people were portraying him as a schemer. How could he allow such a thing?

"Everyone, I think your analysis is wrong," Lin Fan said, casually stepping in as if he were just another bystander.

"Oh? Is there some inside story?" the gossiping crowd asked doubtfully.

A flicker of joy crossed Lin Fan's brow, and then he began to boast eloquently: "It all started yesterday. I was wandering aimlessly around the academy when I happened to see someone standing by the lotus pond talking to himself. I thought, 'Is he going to jump in or something?' So I kept an eye out and secretly hid in the shadows to eavesdrop."

"You have no idea—when I heard his first words, I was shocked. He said that teaching the Ding class students wasn't for fame or profit, but to do his small part to pull these lost Ding class students back onto the right path."

"Think about it: these Ding class students have endured ridicule and exclusion at the academy. Their minds must be twisted. After graduation, what can they do?" Lin Fan asked, looking at the group.

"Most Ding class graduates end up as bandits or petty thieves," a passerby said with a slight frown.

"Exactly! If no one guides them, won't they go astray? Think about it: he could defeat Liu Qingfeng and the others, so his own cultivation must be considerable. If he went to the Yi class, wouldn't he be a star teacher? Yet he condescended to teach in the Ding class, enduring discrimination from other teachers. For that kind of dedication, I truly admire him. Don't you agree?" Lin Fan spoke earnestly, making it sound quite convincing.

Deceived by Lin Fan's words, the group became uncertain and even felt ashamed of their earlier gossip.

"That analysis makes sense. It seems the new teacher is truly broad-minded."

"How shameful. With such a generous spirit, and here we are speaking ill of him behind his back. We really shouldn't have."

"Thanks for your words, brother. Otherwise, we would have misunderstood the new teacher."

Seeing that these people knew they were wrong, Lin Fan revealed a gratified smile, then waved his hand, "It's nothing, nothing. Such a righteous, broad-minded, selfless person—though I'm not familiar with him, I can't confuse right and wrong. If you're sincere, then go tell others about it; that would be a good deed."

"Certainly, certainly. This kind of thing really shouldn't be misreported. We will definitely tell others about this." The few passersby said hurriedly.

"I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave." Lin Fan felt pleased inside, then cupped his hands and left early.

How could he spread such a righteous deed of his? Wouldn't that tarnish his reputation?

...

When Lin Fan hummed a cheerful tune and arrived at the classroom, he found that the thirteen students in the class were each doing their own things, completely ignoring him.

This made Lin Fan frown slightly. How had these students, who used to respect their teachers, changed so much?

"Ahem, ahem..." Lin Fan coughed lightly, pretending.

This cough startled the students. When they saw that the person standing at the podium was the teacher, the thirteen students immediately stood up respectfully and then shouted in unison.

"Hello, teacher."

"En, sit down." Lin Fan nodded and said, "What were you all doing? I've been here for a while; how come you didn't see me?"

"Ah, teacher, when did you come in? I was just looking at the door and wondering why you hadn't arrived yet." Liu Shuishui, as the only girl in the class, was quite adorably dazed.

"Yeah, teacher, we really didn't see you come in." Cao Tianjiao also found it very strange.

Then the other students also chimed in one after another.

At this moment, Lin Fan was puzzled. Such a big living person as myself walked in from the door and stood in front of the podium, yet they couldn't see me. Could they all be nearsighted?

And just then, Lin Fan suddenly remembered that he was still idling—the Concealment Art had been leveling up automatically.

It seemed that the students hadn't seen him, probably because of the Concealment Art.

Having figured this out, Lin Fan smiled slightly. "Alright, a day's plan starts in the morning. Today, the teacher will perform an infusion for everyone."

"Teacher, what is an infusion?" Zhu You tilted his head and asked in confusion.

"Well, this infusion is the teacher's unique technique. It's hard to explain, but you'll understand after you experience it. Okay, let's start with you, Zhu You. You'll be the first example." Lin Fan was too lazy to explain and waved his hand as he spoke.

"Teacher, my name is Zhu Di, not Zhu You." Zhu You said very aggrievedly; the name change was a bit unpleasant.

"Hmm." Lin Fan frowned, staring straight at Zhu You, as if to say, 'Do you dare to defy the teacher's words?'

At that moment, Zhu You backed down. "Alright, teacher, I was wrong."

"Hmm." Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. The child was teachable.

...

For this infusion, Lin Fan had already decided to give them the Titan-grade Demon Body.

This body-tempering method, when cultivated to the third level, was already quite good—ordinary blades could not harm the user at all. And when it reached the sixth level, it was a qualitative leap; those of the same cultivation level should be unable to inflict any damage.