Chapter 40: On the Matter of Me, a Student, Tutoring the Dean

Three days later.

On the edge of a training ground in the backyard of the Kamikaze Academy, Pidgeot stood on a tree branch, looking bored as it watched Mo Hui teach Feng Qingcang a self-created soul skill.

In the training ground below, Mo Hui extended a finger. More than a dozen wind blades slowly assembled according to a fixed trajectory at his fingertip, forming a small cyan disc. Under Mo Hui's control, it began to spin rapidly.

"The key to the 'Cutting Wind Wheel' is rotation. Only by spinning at high speed can it exert its proper power; otherwise, it is no better than a regular wind blade."

As he spoke, Mo Hui threw the wind blade, slicing a training dummy in two. The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Seeing this, Feng Qingcang immediately attempted to follow Mo Hui's demonstration. Although he succeeded in forming the cyan disc, he could not maintain stability during the rotation. Before long, the dozen or so wind blades fell apart and flew in all directions.

Mo Hui carefully dodged the scattered wind blades, rubbed his forehead, and said with a helpless sigh, "Dean, if you cannot precisely control the rotation of so many wind blades, you can try starting with one, two, or three. Once you adapt, you can gradually increase the number."

"Although this reduces the power of the ultimate move, it is an excellent exercise for controlling wind-attribute soul power. My two self-created soul skills are, at their core, about precise control of wind-attribute soul power; the wind blades are merely the medium."

Mo Hui truly had not expected that Feng Qingcang, as a veteran high-level Soul Saint, would have such coarse control over his soul power. Once outside the fixed trajectory of a soul ring, Feng Qingcang's control over his own soul power dropped by several levels.

It was no wonder that people on the Douluo Continent placed such importance on soul rings; without self-created soul skills, a soul master's strength was essentially determined by the potency of their soul skills.

Hearing Mo Hui's words, Feng Qingcang felt his old face flush.

Earlier, when learning the "Air Blade Multi-Merge," his performance had been decent. Although the fusion speed between the blades was a bit slow, he had eventually mastered the "Air Blade: Four-Fold Merge." He believed that with more practice, mastering the fusion of more blades would not be difficult.

He had originally felt quite proud, thinking his talent was decent after all. However, as soon as he began learning the "Cutting Wind Wheel," that thought vanished.

It was simply because the "Cutting Wind Wheel" was too difficult. It required controlling over a dozen wind blades to form a wheel while simultaneously maintaining their high-speed rotation without interference. Such a requirement was something even he, a Soul Saint, could not achieve in a short time.

Afterward, an unconvinced Feng Qingcang tried a few more times, but each attempt ended in failure. Somewhat frustrated, he complained to Mo Hui, "Young friend Mo Hui, this Cutting Wind Wheel is just too difficult! If even I, a Soul Saint, look like this when performing it, how long would an ordinary student have to practice to master it? Can't you make it simpler?"

Hearing this, Mo Hui rolled his eyes. "Do you think simplification is that easy? In my opinion, creating a soul skill isn't hard, but making it teachable so that everyone can learn it increases the difficulty exponentially. I don't have that much time to research such things."

"Besides, the Air Blade Multi-Merge is already quite simple. As long as one's talent isn't too poor, almost anyone can learn it with a little effort. As for the Cutting Wind Wheel, let's just consider that a specialty for geniuses."

"That... is true."

After hearing Mo Hui's words, Feng Qingcang was left speechless. He had only been complaining.

After all, self-created soul skills that could be passed down to others were extremely rare. Once they appeared, they were usually treated as heirlooms by powerful factions. The most classic example was the Clear Sky Sect, which possessed the most inherited self-created soul skills, including the divine technique known as the Great Sumeru Hammer.

Feng Qingcang stopped speaking and, under Mo Hui's guidance, began to practice the Cutting Wind Wheel again.

Another few days passed.

"Haha! I finally succeeded!"

Looking at the high-speed spinning cyan disc in his hand, Feng Qingcang was so excited he nearly shed tears.

It hadn't been easy. He had lost count of how many times he had tried these past few days before finally managing to keep the Cutting Wind Wheel running stably for the first time today.

And this was with one-on-one guidance from the creator himself, Mo Hui. Had he been on his own, even with a training manual, it would have taken at least a month or more to achieve basic mastery.

On the other side, Mo Hui breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have finally finished teaching the man.

He had never taught such complex content before. He realized that teaching someone else was a completely different matter from learning it himself. Many things that seemed self-evident to him required specific explanations for others. He concluded that he shouldn't overestimate the level of this world.

At the same time, Mo Hui felt a bit fortunate. Fortunately, he was teaching the Dean of the Kamikaze Academy, a Soul Saint-level powerhouse. If he had to teach those Great Soul Master or Soul Grandmaster students the Cutting Wind Wheel, he feared he might go insane.

Mo Hui clapped his hands and praised, "As expected of the Dean, you mastered the Cutting Wind Wheel in just a week. Since you’ve learned it, I’ll be heading to the Hurricane Canyon to cultivate."

"Hmph, stop flattering me, young man. Don't I know my own capabilities?" Feng Qingcang replied with a light huff.

Feng Qingcang looked at Mo Hui and smiled slightly. "You can go to the Hurricane Canyon to cultivate, of course, but I have a job offer with very generous pay. Would you like to accept it?"

"What kind of job?" Mo Hui asked.

"It's not a difficult job. It's just teaching the school's students and teachers how to use the Air Blade Multi-Merge and the Cutting Wind Wheel," Feng Qingcang said calmly.

"What!?"

Hearing this, Mo Hui was stunned for a moment before shaking his head vigorously. "I'm not doing it. It's too time-consuming; I need to cultivate!"

"Don't be so quick to refuse. Won't you hear the terms first?" Feng Qingcang raised an eyebrow.

"I don't care what the terms are, I'm not doing it!"

Mo Hui shook his head firmly. His time was precious, and he had no time to tutor students. Teaching the Dean alone had already exhausted him; he didn't even want to imagine how tiring it would be to teach those students.

With that, Mo Hui summoned Pidgeot and strode toward the Hurricane Canyon.

Seeing that Mo Hui wasn't taking the bait, Feng Qingcang grew anxious and quickly called out, "What if I offer you four thousand gold soul coins a month, and you only need to teach one class a week?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Hui instantly turned into a streak of cyan light, appearing before Feng Qingcang with eyes gleaming. "Dean, are you telling the truth?"