The Wizard of Fairy Tale World-Chapter 43Book 2: : Take a Guess

Vol 2 Chapter 43: Take a Guess

As soon as Zheng Fa finished speaking, he noticed the Foundation Establishment lecturers in the room looking at him with complicated expressions.

They weren’t mistaken.

He was, indeed, scolding them right to their faces.

In fact, he had planned to knock them down a peg from the very beginning.

To be honest, these senior brothers had practically handed themselves over to be reprimanded—almost as if they were afraid their junior brother would have to take an extra few steps to find them.

Zheng Fa wasn’t the type to pick fights for no reason.

For instance, when he helped Senior Sister Zhang manage the market district, he had always been polite to the senior brothers there.

Whenever he wanted something done, he would discuss it with them first.

Of course, with Senior Sister Yuan watching, those discussions usually went like this: Zheng Fa made a suggestion, and the senior brothers agreed without question.

But in general, he considered himself respectful.

However, in the Talisman Hall, he would not be so accommodating.

The reason was simple yet layered.

First, he was about to take over the Talisman Hall, and he needed to establish his authority. When he worked in the market district, he had only been an enforcer under Senior Sister Zhang—essentially an advisor, not the one in charge.

But more importantly, he truly believed these lecturers were on the verge of ruining the entire Talisman Hall.

The rivalry between the two factions in Jiushan Sect wasn’t a serious issue at the highest level.

From the perspective of Senior Sister Zhang and Master Pang, it was just a difference in ideology.

Master Pang wasn’t opposing Senior Sister Zhang out of personal grievance.

Likewise, Senior Sister Zhang wasn’t intolerant of differing opinions.

At most, they competed for resources.

But what did the new disciples know?

They had barely joined the sect before being indoctrinated into this so-called factional feud. They blindly followed their senior brothers without understanding the bigger picture.

And yet, in The Dao Struggles for Immortality, they had genuinely turned against their own teammates!

To Zheng Fa, the biggest problem was these lecturers.

Even if they weren’t acting out of self-interest, they had undoubtedly played a role in shaping the toxic culture of the Talisman Hall.

If Senior Sister Zhang hadn’t planned for him to take over, he wouldn’t have meddled.

But since he was going to lead this place, he had to make his stance clear—even if that meant overcorrecting.

Under his gaze, the Foundation Establishment lecturers all lowered their heads, too ashamed to argue back.

This was precisely why Zheng Fa had chosen The Dao Struggles for Immortality as his opening move—facts didn’t lie.

The embarrassing performance of the Qi Refining disciples in the trial spoke for itself.

Their incompetence was one thing.

But attacking their own teammates? That was inexcusable.

The dangers of this factional divide were so blatant that none of the lecturers could refute it.

And it wasn’t just the lecturers—many of the Qi Refining disciples also understood what Zheng Fa was implying.

Some looked visibly displeased.

After all, they had spent so long in the sect, absorbing its old grudges, that they couldn’t simply let go of them overnight.

Zheng Fa noticed their dissatisfaction.

“From today onward, I will select students every day to participate in The Dao Struggles for Immortality,” Zheng Fa said slowly.

As expected, the disciples’ eyes lit up with excitement.

“But not everyone can join,” he added with a sly smile. “You will all be randomly assigned into small groups. Only the top-performing group each day will have the chance to participate.”

The crowd instantly looked exasperated.

Could he be any more obvious?

What did he mean by “random” grouping?

No one here was stupid—they all knew he was deliberately mixing up disciples from different factions.

“Any objections?”

Zheng Fa’s grin widened as he saw their expressions.

He had never intended to hide his intentions—he simply wasn’t that manipulative.

But as the saying went, adults don’t teach lessons; they set standards.

If they wanted to play the game, if they wanted to improve their combat skills, they had to accept his way of doing things.

“No objections!” the disciples quickly replied in unison.

The Foundation Establishment lecturers watched the scene with complex emotions but had nothing to say.

“Good. Now, today’s lesson will be about the Binding Talisman.”

With a wave of his hand, a watery screen appeared before them.

On the screen, an image of one of the disciples appeared.

“Everyone, take a look. This junior brother is currently trying to draw a Binding Talisman—can you tell?”

“……”

“You can’t? That makes sense. He failed.”

The disciple in question blushed with embarrassment, but instead of mocking him, Zheng Fa gave him a nod of encouragement.

“The fact that you even thought of using a Binding Talisman in that situation was a clever idea.”

The disciple was momentarily stunned. His embarrassment faded, and he began listening intently.

“The only issue,” Zheng Fa continued, “is that your brushstroke here was disconnected.”

“The Binding Talisman isn’t difficult, but there are two key points where the lines often break. These must be drawn in a continuous stroke.”

Seeing that the disciple was absorbing the lesson, Zheng Fa gestured, and the screen shifted to display a few more disciples, highlighting their most glaring mistakes.

This method—using real examples from the students themselves—captivated the entire class.

In the past, the lecturers had also taught them about common talisman mistakes.

But how could verbal explanations compare to firsthand experience?

Especially now that they had personally witnessed how these mistakes could cost lives.

—

The sun gradually descended, painting the sky in shades of crimson.

It wasn’t until they saw the evening glow on the horizon that the disciples realized Zheng Fa had been teaching for an entire day.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zheng Fa addressed the class.

“That concludes today’s talisman lesson. Brothers and juniors, I’ll see you all next month.”

As he finished speaking, the disciples instinctively stood up and cupped their hands in salute.

What surprised Zheng Fa was that a few of the lecturers also stood up.

A sense of satisfaction filled his heart—at least these disciples recognized that he had put in the effort.

After returning the salute, Zheng Fa turned and left the Talisman Hall.

Inside the classroom, the lecturers exchanged glances.

For a long moment, no one said a word.

The lecturers watched the new disciples, their faces still filled with excitement, and felt a mix of frustration and shame.

"Why did you stand up and salute just now?" someone suddenly asked the person beside him.

"Because Zheng Fa’s lecture was good!" the man replied without hesitation. "He cleared up a lot of my doubts. I saw you nodding the whole time, too! Shouldn't we salute him?"

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"…" The person hesitated, his face slightly red. "But he… wasn’t exactly polite."

"Enough!" An older lecturer suddenly spoke up. "Haven’t you all figured out Zheng Fa’s personality by now?"

"…"

"He plays the game fair and square, using sheer momentum to force change! Forget the appeal of The Dao Struggles for Immortality—just look at his mastery of the Memory Projection Talisman, the way he used real combat examples to teach, and his demonstrated expertise in the Talisman Dao. In what way is he lacking compared to us? As a lecturer, he’s more than qualified. As for becoming the head of the Talisman Hall, the only thing he’s missing is cultivation level!"

With that, the senior lecturer let out a sigh, stood up, and began walking toward the exit. As he left, he added, "At least I have no objections if he takes charge of the Talisman Hall in the future."

The others watched him walk away.

They exchanged glances, and for the first time, the familiar Talisman Hall seemed like the setting sun on the horizon—ordinary yet signaling the end of an era.

—

Zhou Qianyuan walked along the path toward the Eighth Peak, his brows furrowed in thought.

He was thinking about the jade slip his master had given him.

His master had said that if Zheng Fa could bridge the divide between the two factions, the jade slip should be handed over to him.

This put Zhou Qianyuan in a dilemma.

He had seen Zheng Fa’s approach in the Talisman Hall—bold and unwavering in pushing his ideals.

He also believed that Zheng Fa could eventually accomplish what his master had envisioned.

But should he hand over the jade slip now?

After all, all Zheng Fa had done so far was introduce The Dao Struggles for Immortality. Would that really be enough to mend the rift between the two factions? Zhou Qianyuan wasn’t entirely convinced.

"Master’s instructions are too vague," he muttered, feeling a little frustrated.

As he reached the mountainside, he suddenly heard shouting coming from his master’s residence. It sounded like a heated argument among his fellow disciples.

"Put up a shield! A shield!"

"Don’t rush in! It’s an ambush!"

"Dead again?!"

The urgent voices were occasionally interspersed with curses that they couldn't hold back.

But… he didn’t hear Master Pang’s voice.

Was Master not around? And were these senior brothers really being this unruly in his absence?

Even stranger, he noticed Sun Daoyu squatting outside the hall, seemingly hesitant to enter.

"Senior Brother Sun? What’s going on?"

"Oh, Master went to the Sect Master to learn The Dao Struggles for Immortality," Sun Daoyu explained.

"But isn’t that game only for Qi Refining disciples?"

"As long as you seal your cultivation and divine sense, anyone can play," Sun Daoyu replied.

"So… Master isn’t here?" Zhou Qianyuan asked.

"He’s here! The Sect Master specifically instructed that only Master could learn the game—it can't be passed down to us," Sun Daoyu said regretfully. "Master is having a great time."

Zhou Qianyuan listened carefully.

Sure enough, among all the shouting, there was no sign of his master’s voice.

"Never thought Master had such a good temper…" Zhou Qianyuan remarked. "With all these senior brothers yelling and cursing, even using foul language, he’s not getting angry?"

"…" Sun Daoyu gave him a look and remained silent.

"Senior Brother?" Zhou Qianyuan was confused.

"Take a guess—who do you think they’re cursing at?"

"…"

"Master’s talent has always been extraordinary. Do you really think he’d bother cooperating with anyone? Not to mention, he keeps forgetting that he’s supposed to be at the Qi Refining level."

Zhou Qianyuan still didn’t quite understand what Sun Daoyu was getting at.

Sun Daoyu found a more tactful way to put it. "Master… is a little too fearless."

Oh.

He liked rushing to his death!

Zhou Qianyuan glanced at the hall, then abruptly turned around and walked away.

"Where are you going?" Sun Daoyu called after him.

"To deliver the jade slip!"

Would The Dao Struggles for Immortality be enough to resolve the faction conflict?

Well, considering Master was willing to get himself cursed at just to play—

Absolutely.

—

Meanwhile, in the market district, Zheng Fa was meeting with a middle-aged cultivator from Qianhe Sect.

"Zhenren Qian," Zheng Fa greeted with a pleasant smile. "How do you think our Jiushan Sect’s market compares to yours?"

The middle-aged cultivator’s expression soured slightly, but he still replied, "Jiushan Sect’s market has reception boats and theater performances. It’s much livelier than ours."

"I heard you’re planning to introduce reception boats to your sect as well?" Zheng Fa asked casually.

"…Yes. Does Jiushan Sect have a problem with that?" The cultivator frowned, looking more guarded.

"No issue at all," Zheng Fa shook his head. "I just have one thing to remind you of—currently, most cultivators in the area prefer coming to our sect. If your sect launches reception boats, there might not be many customers… You might even operate at a loss."

The middle-aged cultivator’s expression darkened further. He studied Zheng Fa carefully before asking, "Then what is Zhenren Zheng’s proposal?"

"I’d like to collaborate with Qianhe Sect," Zheng Fa said straightforwardly. "Look, Jiushan Sect’s market gets a huge flow of visitors. If Qianhe Sect sells its spiritual grains here…"

The cultivator’s eyes lit up.