blueteamnovel Chapter 23 Father-Style Prenatal Martial Arts Lessons
Chapter 23 Father-Style Prenatal Martial Arts Lessons
The martial arts class is in progress.
Jiang Yun, nestled in her mother's womb, stared blankly at her progress on the 'Meteorite Bone'.
[Meteorite Bone: Beginner (15%)]
Dao Hui's score increased by three points, from 72 to 75.
He didn't practice at all.
He had originally decided to cherish this precious moment of the family of three being together in one room. Although there were about two hundred more spectators, it was, after all, the first lesson after his parents' reunion.
Perhaps there's some kind of karmic blessing or destiny at play.
But I couldn't deny that what my own father said actually made some sense.
Furthermore, he sensed that as his father continued lecturing, the amplification power of the 'Level 7 Building' had actually increased to 2.2 times.
I've only listened for half an hour, and they've already covered things like stance training, breathing techniques, the difference between seeking the profound and asking the question, and how different destinies lead to different attributes and characteristics of martial arts energy.
As he listened, his score increased by 3 points.
This is genuine "prenatal education," and it's even done by the father himself.
He seemed to gradually realize why it was between 1.2 and 5 times; it turned out that it fluctuated with the student's level of focus during their learning. Interesting.
It's unclear whether the "abundant Dao heart" characteristic attached to his Destiny Martial Embryo is effective. Unfortunately, he doesn't even have a first-stage identity yet.
"I know what you're thinking."
Jiang Rang strolled slowly through the aisles between the tables and chairs, without a lesson plan or any demonstrations. He simply walked calmly under the watchful eyes of more than two hundred people, his gaze sweeping over the young faces.
"It's a practical course, who wouldn't want to spar with the instructor? To test their skills, or—"
He paused, a faint, almost mocking smile curving his lips. "Want some tofu?"
The classroom erupted in laughter. Several girls blushed and lowered their heads, while the boys teased even more.
Jiang Rang smiled and waved his hand, walking back to the center of the podium: "But I'm teaching today. I only have this one class period before Professor Ye returns. If I don't say something that will leave a lasting impression on you, wouldn't my trip have been in vain?"
Another burst of laughter followed.
As the laughter subsided, Jiang Rang's expression suddenly turned serious. He turned around, picked up a piece of white chalk, and wrote three bold characters on the blackboard—
[The Use of Martial Arts]
The "click-clack" sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard was particularly clear in the suddenly quiet classroom.
"As one of the empire's predecessors once said,"
His voice carried clearly to every corner of the classroom, and his tone suddenly became serious: "If the direction of martial arts is wrong, then the higher the level of martial arts cultivation, the greater the damage to human civilization."
"We all know what happened in the last era. Because of the excessive veneration of martial arts, humanity almost destroyed itself. Therefore, in this era, we are extremely cautious about martial arts."
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping across the audience.
Do you agree with this viewpoint?
"Approved!" came a mixed response from the audience.
"But is this caution a form of suppression, or another form of protection?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the classroom before finally settling on a spot in the first row.
"Student Lin."
Ling Jiu, whose name was called, stiffened slightly.
"You answer," Jiang Rang said calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion. "What are the specific manifestations of the Empire's restrictions on martial arts?"
Ling Jiu stood up. She could feel the surrounding gazes gathering around her again.
"Professor Jiang," she said, emphasizing each word, her voice filled with obvious helplessness, "this is the third time you've called my name."
She looked up, trying to make her expression appear more confident: "There are many other students in our class. Would you like to pay attention to others as well?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a few low chuckles rang out in the classroom.
Yes, I've become braver.
Jiang Yun silently gave his mother a thumbs up in his heart. She dared to raise questions, and all of this was thanks to her hard work.
He glanced at Shenji Tianyan and, sure enough, received another 5 points of computing power feedback. Not bad.
On the other side, Jiang Rang quietly looked at Ling Jiu. After a few seconds, he gently shook his head, his voice as steady as if stating a fact:
"No. You're a new student, and I need to understand your basic knowledge of martial arts so I can give Professor Ye a targeted report."
He turned to face the class, his tone matter-of-fact: "As for the other students—Professor Ye and I are fairly well aware of their level. Right?"
"Yes—!" came a unified, smiling response from the audience, clearly everyone was enjoying the show.
Lingjiu: "..."
He spoke so grandly that Ling Jiu was momentarily speechless.
Am I just overthinking things?
A pink and white bubble, filled with confusion and self-doubt, floated out from above her head.
Jiang Yun, still inside the amniotic fluid, couldn't help but consciously mimic a gesture of rubbing her forehead.
Mom, you didn't think much of it. You've just been targeted by this big bad wolf, and he's come up with a bunch of high-sounding reasons.
"I hesitate." Ling Jiu sighed resignedly; she couldn't refute it. What Jiang Rang said was indeed the proper thing a teacher should do.
Ling Jiu had reorganized her thoughts and spoke clearly:
"The Empire's restrictions on martial arts are mainly reflected in three aspects."
"First, there is a quota limit for the enrollment of martial arts students each year, which controls the number of martial artists from the source."
"Secondly, all those who minor in martial arts must undergo unified imperial certification and obtain the corresponding certificates starting from the second realm, and must report their cultivation progress and whereabouts annually."
"Third, the 'Measures for Handling Violations by Martial Artists' clearly stipulate that for the same crime, the punishment for martial artists who injure others will be one degree heavier than that for ordinary people."
After she finished speaking, the classroom fell silent for a moment. Her words were clear, concise, and to the point.
Jiang Rang nodded: "Very good. So, under such strict restrictions, do you think the status of martial artists in today's society is really low?"
No, it won't.
Ling Jiu answered quickly this time, "Martial artists remain the core force for national defense and public security. In particular, the 'military' profession ranks at least in the top three within the entire 'Five Paths and Five Followers' system."
She paused, then added, "Those with low status are the martial artists who are uncontrolled or have gone astray. Not martial arts itself, and certainly not the martial artists who have been incorporated into the state system."
"That's right."
A barely perceptible hint of approval flashed in Jiang Rang's eyes. "Please sit down."
Ling Jiu sat down, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Jiang Yun clearly sensed that the emotion was not fear, but a kind of unfamiliar tension of being taken seriously.
"Yes, in the Empire, warriors do not have a low status. The government simply strictly controls their numbers."
Jiang turned to the class again, his voice steady as he began his argument, "Suppose that maintaining a peaceful and prosperous society only requires two hundred million martial artists. But what if we trained two billion? What would happen?"
He looked down at the audience. The students were lost in thought.
"The additional 1.8 billion martial artists don't have enough regular jobs to accommodate them. What will become of the promotion channels within the martial arts community? And will those who see no way out develop evil thoughts, resorting to plunder and killing to acquire resources? Or even deliberately instigate conflicts, artificially creating a societal demand for force to increase employment?"
The classroom was completely silent.
"In fact, even now,"
Jiang Rang's voice lowered slightly, "High-level martial artists are still highly sought after by major conglomerates, sects, and aristocratic families. On the surface, imperial law is supreme; but in reality, the winner takes all."
"Therefore, it's not that martial arts have declined, but rather that the empire is managing this power with a more sophisticated and cautious system."
He turned around and wrote two more lines next to "The Use of Martial Arts":
[Literature, Martial Arts, Science, Arts, Education]
[Right, Public, Knowledge, Application, Bias]