How come all the good kids are from Chen Yi's family

"Thus, the Dao is formless, perceived only through human observation..."

Hu Fangyuan grew increasingly unsettled as he lectured.

What’s going on with this kid Fang Fan?

Isn’t he just a True Immortal?

How can he comprehend principles only a Great Luo should grasp?

And not just comprehend—he’s utterly enthralled!

What kind of heaven-defying ability did that Chaos Supreme Treasure grant him?

If even the Great Luo Dao can’t satisfy him, does he dare aspire to understand the Origin of Dao Rhyme?

This has really put me in a bind!

If I keep lecturing, it’s inappropriate—this touches on the foundation of my cultivation. I’d need extra compensation!

But glancing at Chen Yi lounging lazily in the back, would that cheapskate even agree?

If I stop... would Chen Yi, with that massive halberd in hand, allow it?

The fifty Golden Immortals aren’t even secured yet—what if he reneges on the deal?

Sigh... what a mess.

"Teacher, why have you stopped? Can’t go on? I was just getting into it..."

Fang Fan was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Previously, the highest cultivation insights he’d been exposed to only reached the Mystic Immortal level—and even those came from the extremely one-sided Xu Jinghong, who was only proficient in teaching swordplay and lacking in other areas.

The newly "recruited" Great Luo from the Immortal Realm hadn’t even passed the health assessment yet, so he couldn’t provide guidance on higher-level cultivation.

Now, with Hu Fangyuan—a rare catch—lecturing him, not only were long-standing doubts resolved, but the fog obscuring his path forward had also lifted. The future looked bright!

To put it simply, after this one lecture, Fang Fan could now summon the Golden Immortal Dharmic Form from the Boundless World Space!

He might not wield it skillfully—like a child firing a cannon, barely able to control the recoil—but it was more than enough to intimidate others!

Even if he could only fire once before exhausting himself, who would dare gamble on surviving that shot?

More importantly, the stronger the Dharmic Form he summoned, the higher his success rate in treasure-hunting across the Endless Void!

Places he couldn’t reach before? Now accessible. Areas he once feared to enter? Now open for exploration. Resources within his grasp? His for the taking. Treasures beyond his reach? He’d seize them all the same!

As one of the Twin Deities of Wealth in the Purple Star Immortal Court’s Treasury Division, he refused to be outshone by Uncle Ye. He would surpass his predecessor!

So...

"Teacher, if explaining the method to condense Origin Dao Marks is inconvenient, could you instead elaborate on the mysteries of the Taiyi and Great Luo realms?"

Fang Fan was considerate, sparing Hu Fangyuan further awkwardness by shifting the topic.

Of course, the main reason was that condensing Origin Dao Marks was still far beyond his current level—listening now would be pointless. There’d be plenty of opportunities to learn later.

Otherwise, he’d never waste the golden opportunity Chen Yi had secured for him!

Greed would only lead to half-baked understanding, and that would be a true disservice to Chen Yi’s efforts.

"Good child! Then I’ll explain the wonders of Taiyi and Great Luo in detail!"

Hu Fangyuan sighed in relief, growing fonder of Fang Fan by the minute.

Why are all the good kids Chen Yi’s?

Speaking of which, that useless nephew of mine is truly hopeless!

Fooled by another of Chen Yi’s protégés into throwing money around like it was nothing, calling it an "investment," and even claiming I don’t understand him?

I really !

While the diligent Fang Fan was thriving, another student had already checked out mentally.

Yes—we’re talking about Chen Yi!

Both started from the basics, but Fang Fan grew sharper, while Chen Yi only grew sleepier!

At first, it was fine. After all, Chen Yi had once "sailed the seas" and wasn’t completely clueless about navigation.

But soon, things got absurd!

Why would propeller rotation speed affect the automatic fire suppression system? How could engine efficiency cause a surge in water displacement?

What kind of nonsense is this?

All ships might look similar, but their inner workings were worlds apart!

Chen Yi had piloted wooden sailboats before, but later switched to fighter jets—he’d never operated an ironclad!

Different trades, different expertise. His knowledge had strayed too far from the orthodox system. He could follow the lecture, but the logic eluded him.

It was like trying to convince a savory-zongzi lover that sweet zongzi was superior...

"Blah blah blah, giving me a headache..."

Back in the Illusory Star Cave Heaven, Chen Yi’s true self withdrew his primary consciousness, leaving his avatar on autopilot in the Boundless World Space. He then turned his attention to the Void Domain.

There, the little golden dragon had been thoroughly scrubbed clean, its shimmering form now peacefully submerged in the Chaos Lightning Pool.

"Poor fish, getting split open and scrubbed, every crevice flooded with chaotic lightning, even its soul marinated into a spicy strip..."

Murong Dugu, freshly cleared by the onboarding health check, stood outside the pool, shaking his head.

"Tsk, heaven’s wrath is survivable, but self-inflicted suffering isn’t. If the fish hadn’t dragged us into the Immortal Realm, would it be suffering like this?" Jiang Yue (group alias: Top Critic) stretched, adjusting to his newly upgraded body.

"Why bother? After all that running, it still ended up in Lao Yi’s hands. So much wasted effort, so much pain..." Han Qianxue sighed.

"Tricky situation. We missed the startup phase—the ragtag team’s already gone corporate. No shortcuts left..." Yao Suansheng (alias: Primordial Celestial Brush) frowned, fingers flicking through calculations.

"What’s the big deal?" Yu Zian (alias: Cycle of the Heavenly Dao), ever the upright Confucian, smiled serenely. "Rank means nothing. You lead as a celestial official; I’ll toil in the trenches. Both serve the people!"

"Typical Confucians, always dreaming of bureaucracy!" Su Le (alias: Fallen Lord of Luochuan) teased. "Especially you, Yu Zian—‘toiling in the trenches’? If there’s a Model Worker award this year, you’ve got my vote!"

"Quiet down—they’re coming up!" Shen Lingxi warned, eyes locked on a Golden Immortal from the Immortal Realm emerging from the pool.

With the strongest of their group (the fish) still asleep and their new boss Lao Yi seemingly AFK, Shen Lingxi, at the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm, felt the weight of leadership.

The Golden Immortal’s aura was overwhelming. If they turned hostile, could she hold them off?

Ever since being manipulated by the eerie forces in the Immortal Realm, she’d grown deeply distrustful of its denizens, viewing them all as potential threats.

But this time, she was overreacting.

The Golden Immortal merely cast an envious glance at their free-roaming group, then sat down cross-legged, eyes shut in resigned despair—clearly unwilling to face the bleak reality ahead...