Ning An had been teaching students for many years.
As a tutor, he was responsible for guiding students during their first six months at the school.
Except for those with exceptional talents, who had been noticed by instructors early on.
The rest would be automatically assigned by the school.
Naturally, he knew how to unlock a person's potential.
Especially these high school students, who still had a lot of potential to be developed.
"First things first, start with a devilish training regimen!"
Ning An's face revealed a trace of icy coldness as he spoke.
The twelve students instantly felt a sense of unease.
This feeling was undoubtedly justified.
What followed was a series of relentless physical exercises!
And it was non-stop.
They were made to run sprints, and do frog jumps while carrying hundreds of kilograms of lead blocks.
It was as if their physical strength was being squeezed dry.
On the field of Qing Shan No. 15 High School, this group of exceptional students stood out.
The physical training lasted for about two hours!
"Five minutes of rest!"
"Next, pair up and start sparring."
Ning An's voice, as cold as ice, echoed through the field.
These twelve students, despite the mounting anxiety within them, gritted their teeth and persevered.
Ning An's previous identity had played a role.
If it were a regular person, these students would have already dropped out.
"Wen Teacher, what are you doing?"
A middle-aged man approached, his face filled with confusion.
After all, this unusual scene on the field had sparked much discussion within the school.
"Principal!"
Wen Zhi Qiao, seeing the newcomer, greeted him respectfully.
She then began to explain the situation before them.
"Special training?!"
Wu Zhi Qiang furrowed his brows, even more confused.
"I specifically hired someone to give special training to these students."
"It was done with their consent."
Wen Zhi Qiao's voice continued.
Though there might be a gap in their positions and identities, the actual gap between them as Martial Dao masters was not that significant.
If Wen Zhi Qiao were to resign from Qing Shan No. 15 High School, there were plenty of places for her to go.
She could even focus on cultivating her daughter at home.
With Ning An's advancement to the third-rank, their family's financial situation had eased considerably.
Including the resources Ning An provided her, she had enough for a long period of cultivation.
"I wonder who this instructor is?"
Wu Zhi Qiang, his gaze fixed on Ning An, asked.
He was clearly disapproving of Wen Zhi Qiao's actions in hiring an instructor without consulting him.
He was clearly uncomfortable, but he wasn't a fool.
Since Wen Zhi Qiao was a first-rank martial artist herself, the instructor she hired couldn't be simple.
Therefore, he needed to know the instructor's identity, otherwise, he would be offending someone without knowing it.
"My husband, Ning An!"
"He's also an instructor at Nanjiang Martial Dao University."
Wen Zhi Qiao spoke softly.
"Cough!"
"An instructor at Nanjiang Martial Dao University?!"
Wu Zhi Qiang exclaimed in surprise.
He knew that to become an instructor at Nanjiang Martial Dao University, one needed at least a third-rank cultivation level.
He had only known that Wen Teacher's husband was a martial artist before.
But he thought he was just a first-rank martial artist.
He had no idea that he was hiding his strength!
Thankfully, he hadn't offended him before.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to say what would have happened.
"Well done, Wen Teacher, all teachers in the school should learn from you."
Wu Zhi Qiang said, his words softer and more affectionate than before.
At this moment, Ning An walked over.
He had been paying attention to this side earlier.
With his excellent hearing, he had overheard their conversation.
He had a basic understanding of this principal.
It was clear that this principal was driven by ambition.
But it was understandable!
This principal only had a first-rank peak cultivation level.
To break through his cultivation, he definitely needed resources.
Where would those resources come from? He could either hunt for mutated beasts.
Or he could raise the school's college entrance exam scores and receive some rewards.
Clearly, this principal lacked the will to fight.
The latter option, he had no ability for.
Ning An's arrival, however, had given this principal an opportunity.
Of course, Ning An's third-rank cultivation alone was enough for this principal to befriend.
"Instructor Ning, you've worked hard!"
"Thank you for your support for our school."
Wu Zhi Qiang, seeing Ning An, his eyes lit up with excitement, quickly greeted him.
"This is Principal Wu!"
Wen Zhi Qiao also spoke.
"Principal Wu!"
"I was also a student of this school once."
Ning An also spoke, his words calm and composed.
Unwittingly, he had become a big shot in the eyes of many.
In reality, he felt that his martial dao journey had just begun.
But it was just that Qing Shan Base was not very good.
He didn't dwell on it further because he was just a humble martial artist.
Even if he wanted to change Qing Shan Base, he was powerless.
He was still too limited in power.
"I see!"
"I didn't expect Qing Shan No. 15 High School to have produced such an outstanding talent like Instructor Ning."
Wu Zhi Qiang was taken aback for a moment, then he spoke with even more enthusiasm.
He decided to go back and check all those years of graduates from Qing Shan No. 15 High School who had been admitted to martial dao universities.
Perhaps there were others like the one in front of him, and those were connections.
He had overlooked this aspect in the past, he was truly stupid!
Ning An continued chatting with Principal Wu.
He made his attitude clear.
He was simply unable to refuse his wife Wen Zhi Qiao's plea.
So, he had come to train these students for a while, but that was all.
Wu Zhi Qiang, naturally, understood and didn't push his luck.
The school couldn't afford to hire a third-rank martial artist for special training.
He couldn't help but feel envious of these twelve students.
Perhaps they could impact the college entrance exam scores.
Especially when he talked about the many students who gave up.
He felt a pang of heartache!
What a great opportunity, wasted.