Chapter 1614 - 830: Beating Children on a Rainy Day (Part 3)

Yan Chang stared blankly with bloodshot eyes, blinking futilely: Who am I? Where am I? What on earth just happened?!

No way, my trump card, how could it just...

He clutched his aching head, incapable of recalling what transpired in that lightning-fast moment. Ji Jue beckoned, and the household cat filming the entire process ran over, raising the screen.

Slow motion.

Captured by the ultra-high-speed camera, the momentary change replayed at hundreds of times slower speed...

Facing the incoming short stick, Ji Jue neither blocked nor dodged.

He simply reached out.

Instead, he turned towards Yan Fei, lightly twisted to evade the trajectory of the stick, flicked his finger, and tapped on Yan Chang's wrist.

With just the slightest touch, his fingertip pierced between the nerves and fascia, causing the tightly gripped fingers to open momentarily, making the stick resembling an enraged dragon go out of control, slip from grip, whirl through the air, and land into Ji Jue's hand extended backwards.

As if it willingly delivered itself into his hand, effortlessly.

Grasping firmly.

Turning around, targeting the short stick in Yan Fei's other hand, he chopped down!

A thunderous noise erupted as another stick slipped from the hand, smashing into the earth, while Yan Fei, who lunged forward, had both hands uncontrollably open, leaving his defense wide open, presenting the whole cabbage to Ji Jue.

In a brief moment, Ji Jue glanced down at the stick in his hand, seemingly sighing silently. This thing can't be used, what if he accidentally breaks his hardworking employees?

So, he turned his body slightly, nudged with his shoulder.

Yan Fei flew backward!

Wherever you came from, go back to!

"The weapon is strong, pity you are weak. Power you can't control is not power; remember this. Don't go around exploding your brains out."

"Moreover, your objectives are too pronounced and you overacted. Remember, excessive force leads to diminishing returns."

While Yan Fei was sweating profusely, Ji Jue looked down, examining the stick in his hand, finally uncovering the initial answer...

From the start, Yan Fei deliberately showcased its function, not as a caution...

But rather Ji Jue's favorite off-stage scenario.

What he wanted to hide was the true usage of this pair of weapons.

Unfortunately, the brief display could not answer Ji Jue's query nor fool the craftsman's instinct—this pair of weapons had an irrefutable flaw!

The issue was singular—why a short stick?

With more suitable forms available, why not have as many as needed?

"Did you guess from the beginning?" Yan Fei sweated profusely.

"If it's simply triggering an explosion, wouldn't powdered consumables be more convenient? In a confined space, a dust explosion should be stronger than one triggered by sticks."

Ji Jue casually commented: "Two days ago I supplemented a paper on Gaseous Alchemy—using spiritual essence to catalyze matter for rapid temporary self-replication, after which the material exhausts and self-erases—the paper's in the workshop system, read it later.

The short stick design has great flaws; there are much better designs. If your peers had more experience, they'd easily see something hidden.

If it were me, I'd not hide, display it for deterrence, and prepare a separate trap."

He paused, holding the stick, casually waving it twice, creating a hair-raising sound, the fierce wind emanating.

Even surpassing Yan Fei's catalysis.

Causing his eye corner to twitch fiercely.

"Testing is too simple, remember to add a self-destruction setup to these weapons to prevent misuse by others; it's a simple task, thrown as a last-resort explosive in desperation."

He casually commented, raising an eyebrow, finally showing a hint of a smile, "Not mentioning anything else, at least the physics isn't bad, got a name?"

"Explosive... explosive rod."

"That'll do."

Ji Jue nodded, tossing back the two battered sticks, telling him, "Control is lacking slightly, but at this level, advanced training can commence."

"Really?" Yan Fei was stunned, pleasantly surprised.

"Before that, handle your creation. Consider it an exam." Ji Jue pointed to the creation he held, teetering on the brink of collapse: "I've told you the flaws, have you devised improvements?"

"Actually, I have some ideas." Yan Fei hesitated, "Materials aren't enough."

"Find Isis to apply for what you need."

Ji Jue waved, indifferent, only informing, "If the final product is subpar, you know the consequences, right?"

Yan Fei was instantly sobered from his joy, nodding vigorously.

So, Ji Jue smiled.

"Excellent."

He gestured: "Continue."

"Ah?!"

Yan Fei was completely stunned, his eyes widening, watching the enthusiastic expression before him, unable to resist twitching.

Why laugh?!

Did I say class was dismissed?

Continue!

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Ji Jue had to save some face after all.

Indicating, not aimlessly beating the kid, but at least providing lessons and guidance, ensuring he understood why he was hit.

If you can't learn from lectures, you can always learn by experience.

If you don't read the textbook, the Spiritual Defense Class is available to alert you—within just 45 minutes, Ji Jue corrected all of Yan Fei's straying habits from recent days, leaving a rather beautiful shadow.

Ensuring he'd never dare to repeat the same mistakes.

The effect was extraordinary.

The only downside was it exhausted the student quite a bit.

After class, Yan Fei was sprawled on the ground with bruises, unable to get up, just like Ji Jue's unmeasured past self.

However, fortunate amidst misfortune...

—Yan Chang's previous wheelchair was used!

Watching his drooling student being wheeled away, Ji Jue exhaled slowly, feeling entirely refreshed!

Right, right, right, it should be just like this!

This Spiritual Defense Class should happen!

Monthly, weekly, daily!

Unfortunately, there aren't enough students to punish; maybe during this Three-phase Alchemy open-source wave, recruit more to relieve pressure?

If this spread, many would be tearfully grateful!

With the Master's personal guidance, such high-level Spiritual Defense, no fees, just pure practice thrills, with enlightenment on the side.

In other workshops, apprentices couldn't simply snag such opportunities without spending months hooked;

Compared to such precious perks, mere beatings count for nothing. Ji Jue, even if he held back, leaving just one breath to those hit, would still be doing a good deed.

Unfortunately, good materials are rare, flawless gems unseen.

Those who fit are always scarce, leaving to fate.

He sighed, letting go of such thoughts, raising his gaze to Ni Lin beside the field,

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No worries."

Ni Lin smiled slightly, about to speak, when Ji Jue's voice emerged.

"No, I mean, I'm warmed up."

Ji Jue slowly said, "Inaya, apart from disciplining students, my main intention is seeking you—"

Amid Ni Lin's momentary astonishment, Ember's craftsman raised his hand, inviting him eagerly:

"How about a match?"