Chapter 485: Chapter 361: Instructing

Luna Sutton glanced at the group of men, cleared her throat, “Since you all want to learn, I’ll teach you. But let me just say this, if you can’t learn it, don’t blame me.”

Even though the men were smart, the Sound Transmission Skill is a part of Cultivation Techniques, and it’s uncertain whether the men have the talent and intuition for it.

Malachi Arcanus is also smart, with excellent intuition. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the strength he has today.

Just that his personality is more pure, inevitably giving off an adorably naive impression.

“If we can’t learn it, then we can’t learn it, why would we blame you?”

Malachi looked at her with gleaming eyes, being the first to speak up.

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Soren Phoenix, and Mael Valerius all chimed in, without a thought that they might be unable to learn it.

If Luna can learn it, there’s no reason they can’t.

If they really couldn’t learn it, they might as well go die.

And still have the face to blame someone else?

It has to be said, these men aren’t lacking in confidence whatsoever.

Luna Sutton watched them, each full of confidence, her mouth twitched.

She had serious doubts, if she claimed they couldn’t learn it, these men might just show what ’never admit defeat’ truly means.

Oh well.

Since they want to learn, she’ll teach them.

After all, the Sound Transmission Skill is nothing much to her.

“Let’s go to the back mountain; it’s not good for others to see here.”

She looked at the tribes of Beastmen coming and going around, slightly furrowed her brow, and turned to head towards the back mountain.

To learn Cultivation techniques, naturally, one must choose a serene and very quiet environment.

The men exchanged glances and naturally followed along.

In the depths of the back mountain forest, where trees were lush, birds chirped, and the sunlight spilled through the mottled shadows.

This was where they usually trained the little ones, but now it had become an impromptu classroom.

Kael, Kael Shadowend, Frey, and the eight little snakes, Barrett Arcanus, Fintan Arcanus, and Zora were bustling along behind.

They didn’t know what the adults were up to but obediently followed to watch the fun.

Luna Sutton found a flat stone to sit down, and the men instantly gathered around, each finding a place to sit.

The little ones, Kael’s group, squeezed together crouching nearby, sometimes looking at their Matron, sometimes at their Father, faces full of curiosity.

“Ahem…”

She lightly coughed, then slowly began speaking, “So, Sound Transmission means using a special method to condense sound into a thread, transmitting it into the designated person’s ear.”

She tried her best to explain the principles and techniques of the Sound Transmission Skill in simple terms.

Seeing that they roughly understood, she then taught them the incantation.

“Focus your mind and calm your spirit, let the sound move with your heart, transmit sound by thought, into their ear…”

She recited it once, then let them follow along.

Though the men didn’t quite understand the meaning of the incantation, they were intelligent and had remarkable memory skills; they remembered after chanting twice.

She feared the men wouldn’t grasp the meaning within, about to explain in detail.

Then she saw Zeke’s jade eyes slightly closed as he surprisingly reached a meditative state.

In less than three breaths.

He suddenly opened his eyes, turned to look at Rhys Blackwood beside him, “Poker face.”

Zeke’s mouth didn’t move, but the voice exploded in Rhys’s mind.

Rhys looked at him in surprise, confirmed his mouth didn’t move, and curiously asked, “How did you do that?”

Zeke elegantly brushed nonexistent dust from his sleeve, “Fool.”

Still, his mouth didn’t move.

Yet the voice simultaneously reached the mind of everyone present.

Everyone present turned to look at Zeke in unison.

Rhys’s cold countenance rarely showed a hint of cracking, suddenly feeling like he was more foolish than Zeke, his thin lips moved slightly, “You…”

“Shut up, poker face.”

Zeke’s jade eyes slightly lifted, but this time he spoke directly, his voice cold as jade, “Do not speak out loud when transmitting sound; it’s foolish beyond measure.”

Luna Sutton had already recovered from her shock, couldn’t help but laugh. Zeke’s biting tongue skill has improved indeed.

He indeed has the potential for Cultivation, his understanding almost instantaneous. If placed in The Cultivation Realm, he’d be a high peak flower, the object of countless female cultivators’ admiration and pursuit.

No wonder he always looks so ethereal, like he’s ready to ascend to immortality at any time.

Plus that strikingly handsome face, looking exactly like an Immortal Monarch from heavenly palaces.

It’s just his tongue is too sharp.

She suddenly recalled Corbin Crowley’s strange dream, couldn’t help but sprout a whimsical thought.

Could Zeke be a future sharp-tongued Immortal Monarch?

She amusingly shook her head, just cast this unrealistic idea out of her mind.

The deep and magnetic voice of Corbin Crowley echoed in her mind: “Luna.”

Luna Sutton widened her eyes and looked at Corbin, “You learned it too?”

Wow, this learning speed is outrageous, only slightly behind Zeke.

Corbin chuckled and nodded, “Just followed the incantation and mastered it.”

Rhys Blackwood’s face darkened upon hearing this; Zeke had learned it, Corbin too, but he still couldn’t. He began to doubt if he was truly dumb. A flicker of frustration crossed his stern face.

He then closed his eyes again, starting to focus and calm his mind, trying to enter a meditative state.

Meanwhile, Soren Phoenix flamboyantly twirled his fire-red feather fan and suddenly raised an eyebrow at Mael Valerius.

The next second, Mael’s expression changed, his eyes glaring at him, “Are you calling me crazy?”

“Wrongly accused~”

Soren’s eyes curved into crescent moons, while he declared his innocence, he continued transmitting messages, “Isn’t that right? Can you find anyone crazier than you in the entire Beast World Continent?”

Mael’s face instantly darkened, gritting his teeth, “Flamboyant guy, you itching for a beating, huh?”

Soren laughed even more cheerfully, spreading his hands innocently, “Cousin, don’t wrongly accuse me, I didn’t say anything.”

Mael grew more irritated, hitting someone now would just make him look petty, so he decided to ignore it and closed his eyes again to meditate.

He needed to learn quickly, so he could retaliate.

Just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly heard Rhys’s icy voice in his mind, “There’s someone even dumber than me.”

Mael suddenly opened his eyes, his dark golden eyes fixed on Rhys, still expressionless, as if he hadn’t just insulted him.

“Heh…”

He instantly laughed in frustration, dangerous glints in his eyes, “Ice-face, wanna fight?”

He was stunned by himself after saying that, realizing he hadn’t opened his mouth but somehow it got through; the voice clearly entered Rhys’s mind.

Is this the embodiment of planting a flower with intention yet it doesn’t bloom, but a willow tree thrives without intent?

Having learned the Sound Transmission Skill through sheer accident left him with no desire to argue with Rhys, pondering how to master it completely.

Luckily, he was inherently brilliant; he had just been too eager initially, disrupting the process.

But he quickly mastered it.

“Luna, did you hear me?”

Mael didn’t move his lips, just looked at Luna, and transmitted his voice clearly into her mind.

Luna blinked and looked at him, “I heard you, you’re great.”

The compliment made the Mad Dragon beam, dispelling his gloom, earning him several eye rolls.

Mael didn’t care a bit, only secretly practiced to get more proficient.

The men were all exchanging voice transmissions, either sending messages to one or another.

The one who received the most transmissions was Luna.

She only felt a constant buzzing in her mind, filled with the men’s nonsense.

Just as she wanted to tell them to stop the noise,

she saw Malachi Arcanus so anxious that his lips were bubbling, his expression frantic, “How can you transmit without using your mouth?”

His nature was wild and restless, the least patient for things requiring serene contemplation.

In comparison, he preferred straightforward combat.

Luna couldn’t help but laugh out loud, recalling when she first crossed over, she thought Malachi was a cold guy. In reality, it was because Malachi disliked her and was too lazy to converse.

After getting along for a while, she realized that Malachi is actually quite adorable; often resembling a foolish big bear, fierce-looking but actually silly.

“No worries, take your time, you’ll surely learn it.”

She patiently comforted him, not doubting Malachi’s ability to learn, only thinking it might take him longer to grasp.

After all, everyone’s talent and perception differed.

This is a cultivation technique, obscure and complex, not understanding it and temporarily not learning it is perfectly normal.

Actually, the men were already exceptionally talented, learning very quickly. One couldn’t compare them to her, because she had cheat codes and naturally mastered it without learning.

Zeke looked at Malachi with a disdainful glance, walked over, and poked his forehead, “Dummy, sound transmission uses intent, not the mouth.”

When the warrior truly didn’t understand, he insulted him with words like “stupid,” then patiently guided him.

Malachi’s face reddened at the insult but surprisingly didn’t get angry, instead listened carefully to Zeke’s explanation.

He wasn’t truly dumb, only initially didn’t grasp the concept.

After listening to Zeke’s pointers, he quickly mastered it.

He suddenly transmitted to Luna, “Little Luna, I’ve learned it. Zeke’s toxic bamboo is somewhat useful indeed.”

At least he’s good at teaching; once he explained, Malachi understood.

Luna was naturally happy for Malachi’s progress.

But her expression turned slightly awkward; indeed a warrior, learning it is learning it.

The implication was she didn’t have Zeke to teach her, wasn’t it?

Though true, it sounded unsettling.

Despite feeling unsettled, she knew that Malachi had that kind of straightforward personality and wouldn’t truly get angry with him.

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