"No, you can't just cultivate all of the Elents. That's not how it works."
A middle-aged man with black hair was currently standing in front of several youngsters in a lecture hall. The students listened intently to their teacher as he taught them the basics of Cultivation.
"Why not?" a youngster near the back asked with a frown.
"Because, no matter what you do, the Elents will clash in one way or another," the teacher said.
The teacher walked over to the blackboard, and three pictures appeared on the blackboard like magic. All three pictures showed a stickman and a white sphere.
The first picture showed how the white sphere was inside the stickman.
The second picture showed how the white sphere was bound by a chain, which was being held by the stickman.
The third picture only showed the stickman, but there were lines that indicated that he was shining.
"As you all already know," the teacher said. "There are three ways to cultivate with an Elent. However, every single thod has an issue when more than one Elent appears."
The teacher pointed to the first picture.
"The first thod is to absorb the Elent into your body, creating an Elental Seed. As you all know, this thod is the easiest to cultivate, but you can't use it forever. At one point, you have to switch to one of the other two. Yet, the later you do it, the harder it becos."
Suddenly, a black sphere appeared beside the white sphere in the first picture.
"Now, can anyone tell what will happen if we introduce a second Elent?" the teacher asked.
One of the very few girls in the class stood up. "They will clash inside your body. You will most likely die, but if you sohow manage to survive, the two Elents will either have canceled each other out, or one will have prevailed, leaving you with that one."
The teacher nodded with appreciation. "Correct."
"Now, the second thod," the teacher said as he pointed at the second picture, the one with the chained white sphere. "The second thod is to completely subdue the Elent. Cultivating this thod is harder, but you won't be influenced by the temperants of the Elents."
Then, the black sphere appeared again.
"What if we introduce a second Elent?" the teacher asked.
The sa girl answered again. "The sa thing will happen. Just because you have the Elent under control doesn't an that they won't clash with each other."
The teacher nodded.
Then, he pointed at the third picture. "The third thod is to assimilate the Elent. This is one of the easiest and most powerful ways to connect with an Elent. Your affinity towards it will also increase by several ranks. Sadly, advantages co with disadvantages, and disadvantages co with advantages."
"This thod will slowly change your mindset until you are not yourself anymore. You will slowly adopt the temperant of the Elent until your own temperant nearly perfectly reflects it."
The students didn't think much of these words since they had heard them before.
However, if any mber of the Nine Elents Sect or its subsidiary Sects had heard these words, they would explode with righteous anger.
This was forbidden!
This was a forbidden way to cultivate!
Yes, becoming one with the Elents was possible, and yes, it would increase one's affinity with the Elents to incredible heights.
However, this thod could beco incredibly dangerous depending on which Elent a Cultivator chose.
The Wood Elent was fine. The person cultivating it would only beco tranquil and friendly.
The Water Elent was also fine. The person would beco a bit moody, but they could go with the flow.
The Light Elent was okay. The person would think of themselves as better and always right, but they could still interact with other humans.
Wind was also fine. The person would only desire freedom and beco more carefree.
Earth was fine too. The person would simply beco more taciturn and inflexible. However, they would beco very dependable in turn.
tal was also okay. The person might seek battle more than others, but they would still retain their moral compass.
The problems were the last three remaining Elents.
Lightning would be bad. Sure, the Cultivator would seek justice, but they would only follow their own moral compass. Even more, the Cultivator would retaliate with deadly force against anyone that was perceived to be going against them. Humans needed to work together. One couldn't just directly kill soone because they said sothing carelessly.
Fire would be horrible. The Cultivator would beco a battle-crazed maniac. They would require constant bloodshed, destruction, and battle. Humans needed so downti too. They couldn't fight endlessly all the ti. How could such a person fit amongst humanity?
Darkness would also be horrible. The Cultivator would basically beco an unfeeling psychopath. They would manipulate other humans for their personal gain, which would damage the entirety of humanity!
Yet, this Cultivation thod that was seen as forbidden in this world was being taught by this teacher.
If this teacher were found by the righteous Sects, he would imdiately be executed along with everyone he knew.
"What about the third thod?" the teacher asked with a smile. "What if I introduce another Elent?"
The girl answered again. "You will die."
The teacher nodded. "Correct."
Then, the teacher looked at the student who asked the question. "Does this answer your question?"
The student looked at the teacher with furrowed brows and threw the girl that had answered all of these questions diligently a derisive sneer.
"What if there is a fourth thod?" the boy asked.
The students groaned.
Just let the teacher continue teaching!
"Possible," the teacher answered patiently. "There could be a fourth thod. After all, I don't know everything. However, I'm pretty confident that you won't find the thod in the next 100 years."
The student gritted his teeth.
This teacher was underestimating him!
"What makes you so sure?" the student asked with an icy voice.
"Well," the teacher answered with a smile. "I'm pretty strong, you know. Also, as you see, I'm rather old. I only ca to this academy as a guest-teacher because I was bored. I'm simply living out my retirent with my beautiful wife."
"You know, I've seen quite a bit of the world," the teacher said with a nostalgic voice. "The entirety of my knowledge can only produce these three thods."
The student dismissed what the teacher said.
"Hey, could you finally shut the fuck up!?" a big guy in the second row shouted towards the student that had been arguing with the teacher. "Get off your high horse! Our last elental teacher only knew of a single thod, and it was far worse than any thod our new teacher ca up with."
The student wanted to argue back, but he didn't dare to.
This was Big Barry, the strongest of the class and also the school champion.
Big Barry would tear him to pieces in a fight!
With an unwilling heart, the student sat down and went silent.
Big Barry shot the student a glance and looked back at the teacher.
Then, Big Barry bowed politely. "Excuse for my choice of words," he said politely. "Please continue the lecture, Mr. Gravis."
Mr. Gravis nodded and waved off Big Barry's apology. "It's fine."
Big Barry sat back down, and Mr. Gravis continued his lecture.
An hour later, the students dispersed.
Mr. Gravis slowly walked along the city streets with a happy and excited smile as he bought so food from a middle-aged lady in an alleyway.
Her food cart was very remote since she enjoyed standing in the cool shadows of the buildings, but there was still a long queue in front of her.
Mr. Gravis happily bought two bowls of noodles and walked ho.
After half an hour of walking, Mr. Gravis reached the outskirts of the city. However, he only continued walking.
After another twenty minutes, Mr. Gravis went past the last building and walked up a hill.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Gravis arrived at a lovely house made out of stone. It didn't look as ostentatious as the buildings in the city, but it also didn't look shabby.
Slowly, Mr. Gravis opened the door with a wide smile.
"Honey, I'm ho!"
In the living room of the house sat an immortal beauty.
She looked rather young, and her aura evoked peace in everyone that had the luck to be around her.
Yet, this immortal beauty was the wife of this normal, average-looking, middle-aged teacher.
Stella opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Gravis.
Then, she put her hand to her mouth as she giggled a bit.
"Honestly, I think I'm getting used to your work uniform," she said.
"You think so?" Mr. Gravis said with a wide grin as he straightened his back.
"Yes, I do," Stella said, "but please put that away. I'm not into Cultivators with the appearance of middle-aged n."
Mr. Gravis laughed and put his work uniform away.
What was his work uniform?
His entire appearance, of course!
His small beard vanished as his hair beca longer and straighter. His teacher's robes disappeared as a black shirt and black pants replaced them. His hunched back perfectly straightened as it was filled with muscles and power.
His old eyes regained their youth and energy as they radiated vigor.
"There, happy?" Gravis said with a grin.
How shocking!
This unassuming teacher…
This Mr. Gravis…
Was actually Gravis!?
Yes, it was indeed Gravis.
No matter how unbelievable the truth was, it was still the truth.
Gravis smirked as he held out the food he had bought.
"Wanna eat?" he asked.
Stella chuckled a bit as she looked at Gravis' appearance for a while.
"Sure, why not?"
Gravis' smile only widened as he closed the door behind him.
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