Chapter 52: The Miraculous Concealment Art

After the profound education on the martial stage, his glorious image had surely been deeply ingrained in the minds of most students.

Of course, sometimes the more flawless a person is, the more jealous people there are. Sure enough, no sooner had the competition ended than all sorts of messy remarks surfaced.

Things like, a bunch of mediocre students, no matter how hard they tried, could never have any future.

Talent determines everything, a wild chicken can never become a phoenix, and so on.

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Lin Fan sneered at these remarks. I, your lord, will just have to produce a group of good students to show you.

Today's speech greatly benefited the thirteen students. They felt they had found a good teacher for life, a teacher who understood them.

After the competition ended, Lin Fan waved his hand and gave the students half a day off, telling them to go do whatever they needed to do.

Back in the Holy Demon Sect, Lin Fan had regretted not going to the Scripture Library to pick some techniques. Now that he was at the Tianfu Academy, if he neglected techniques again, he would surely be struck by lightning.

As for technique grades and such, Lin Fan never bothered with them. As long as it was a technique, it was fine. Since he could infinitely upgrade even the lowly "Monkey Steals the Peach" to a level that defied heaven, what technique couldn't he handle?

The Tianfu Academy was founded by strong individuals and supported by the royal family. Although the techniques in its library were not as all-encompassing as those of the Holy Demon Sect, they were not to be underestimated.

When Lin Fan registered outside and entered the library, he saw a sea of students buried in the techniques they had selected. He sighed deeply.

The library was huge, with rows of shelves holding technique manuals. But some were incomplete, and some shelves had only a few books. It seemed techniques were still quite scarce.

Lin Fan's fingers brushed over one technique after another, looking for ones suitable for him.

"Ding, discovered low-grade technique 'Heavenly Crippling Leg'. Learn?"

"Ding, discovered low-grade technique 'Iron Crotch'. Learn?"

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"Ding, discovered Yellow-rank low-grade technique 'Concealment Art'. Learn?"

Lin Fan had touched from start to finish and was somewhat disappointed in the Tianfu Academy. All these low-grade techniques—how could they produce good students? It was truly disheartening.

But just then, Lin Fan found a Yellow-rank low-grade technique and felt a surge of joy. This was a good start.

A Yellow-rank low-grade technique wasn't much, but to find one among this pile of broken books was quite an achievement.

'Concealment Art'? The name seemed like it might have some potential.

Lin Fan pulled out the 'Concealment Art' and examined it carefully.

The cover was somewhat worn, indicating it was old. Lin Fan opened the first page and read intently.

This was a technique theorized by a teacher from the Tianfu Academy long ago, but no one had ever successfully cultivated it. The only cultivator was the teacher who theorized it.

Lin Fan took a rough look and understood. The teacher's theory came from encountering a fierce beast that had the talent to change its color according to the environment, theoretically making it disappear from sight.

The teacher divided the 'Concealment Art' into three levels, each stranger than the last. Cultivating to the third level allowed one to circulate true essence and change color according to the surrounding environment.

But when Lin Fan read further, he was speechless.

The teacher had been chopped to death.

It turned out that when the teacher was fighting an enemy, he used the 'Concealment Art' to blend into the environment for a sneak attack, thinking the enemy wouldn't notice him. But the enemy pretended not to see him and, when close, struck him down with one blow.

After cutting him down, the enemy left a parting remark: "Do you think I'm blind?"

Thus, on his deathbed, the teacher wrote the 'Concealment Art' with blood to warn future generations to be cautious when cultivating this technique.

"Isn't this just a chameleon?" Lin Fan chuckled. He thought the teacher's idea was good but a bit stupid. Even if a chameleon changes color, anyone who isn't blind can still see it.

Still, the technique wasn't bad. Lin Fan was somewhat interested.

The technique only had three levels, but with his infinite upgrades, he could certainly turn it into something monstrous. Learn it.

"Ding, congratulations on learning 'Concealment Art'."

"'Concealment Art' Level 1 (0/100)."

Then Lin Fan continued sweeping through the first floor of the library. The techniques here were mostly low-grade or Yellow-rank.

Some had little practical value. Lin Fan always adhered to the idea that it's not about quantity but quality. His 'Wind-Chasing Sword Art', 'Flower-Touching Finger', 'Unmoving Imperial Fist', 'Illusory Body Technique', and 'Black Tiger Steals Heart' hadn't even reached max level. Learning more random stuff would be endless.

When Lin Fan saw someone coming down a staircase, he was delighted. There were more books upstairs. He could go check them out. But just as he was about to step onto the stairs, a white-bearded old man stopped him.

"You can't go up," the white-bearded old man said with squinted eyes.

"What? They can go up, but I can't?" Lin Fan was indignant. Wasn't this discrimination?

"Only those in Class B and above can enter the upper floor. You're not qualified," the old man said.

Lin Fan glanced at the old man's crotch and silently cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.

You'll cry later.

Then Lin Fan left, planning to go back and study the 'Concealment Art' thoroughly.

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Back in his room, Lin Fan closed the door and began circulating the 'Concealment Art'.

These techniques were different from others; to level up, he had to rely on himself.

As Lin Fan circulated the 'Concealment Art', his true essence gradually decreased.

"Ding, congratulations, 'Concealment Art' experience +100."

"Ding, congratulations, 'Concealment Art' upgraded."

"'Concealment Art' Level 2 (0/1000)."

Lin Fan smiled happily. Just circulating it once and it upgraded. Truly simple.

Lin Fan also felt subtle changes in himself. His true essence was imitating the surrounding environment. It seemed the technique was indeed like a chameleon.

But no matter how it changed, anyone who wasn't blind could still see that the thing blending into the environment was a person.

Then Lin Fan multitasked, circulating the 'Concealment Art' while cultivating the Heaven-rank top-grade mental method 'Formless Demon' he had taken from Mo Yixuan.

"Ding, congratulations, Heaven-rank top-grade mental method 'Formless Demon' experience +10."

"Ding, congratulations, 'Concealment Art' experience +100."

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"Ding, congratulations, 'Concealment Art' upgraded."

"'Concealment Art' Level 3 (0/2000)."

These two Heaven-rank top-grade mental methods gave Lin Fan a headache. The experience gain was too slow, so slow it was almost maddening.

He didn't know when he would be able to level them up.

Although the first level of each mental method required only a hundred thousand experience, gaining it ten points at a time was also a torment.

Moreover, cultivation consumed a lot of true essence, forcing him to stop from time to time to recover before resuming cultivation.