C3 Temporary Test,

Ms. Wang was taken aback by Feng Zhentian's eloquence. She remembered him as a student who was not only dim-witted but also exceptionally slow. Incapable of cultivating his Yuan Qi, he was considered a complete failure, inside and out. Typically reserved and struggling to string together a coherent sentence, his transformation today was startling. His words flowed effortlessly, and he carried himself with an air of arrogance. What had changed? And how had he come to regard her as his most esteemed teacher?

Puzzled, Ms. Wang could only gaze at Feng Zhentian with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment.

The Vice Principal, meanwhile, scrutinized Feng Zhentian with a peculiar glint in her eye. The Feng family was notorious in Maple Falling Town for producing nothing but fools, and yet here he was, speaking with unexpected fluency. And those eyes—brimming with newfound confidence—what was the meaning of this? Shaking off her confusion, the Vice Principal's eyes gleamed with slyness. "Very well, let's have Ms. Wang conduct an on-the-spot test. If you can answer correctly, it will speak to her effective teaching. But if you miss even a single question," she said with a hint of a threat, "it will prove she's not the competent teacher she claims to be. Ms. Wang, since you've taught him the fundamentals of alchemy, please pose one question from each of the three tiers: beginner, intermediate, and advanced."

Ms. Wang's complexion drained of color. She knew Feng Zhentian was diligent, but his lack of innate ability was a constant hurdle. She had taken extra care in teaching him, yet even the simplest questions would leave him staring blankly, unable to respond. How could he possibly tackle the more complex ones?

With no other option, Ms. Wang resigned herself to hope for a stroke of luck on Feng Zhentian's part.

After a moment's thought, she asked, "How many levels are there for an Alchemist?" As the words left her lips, she blushed, feeling the simplicity of the question was almost shameful. She silently chastised herself, "Is it unfair to ask such a basic question just to pass? But surely, even Feng Zhentian can handle this."

Feng Zhentian stroked his chin, pondering briefly before replying, "If I recall correctly, there are ten levels."

No sooner had Feng Zhentian's words fallen than the classroom erupted in a chorus of curses.

"Scum, don't you dare leave after school. I'm going to beat you senseless for what you've done to our Ms. Wang."

"Vice Principal, this isn't fair. Let the teacher question me; I know it all."

"Exactly, it's completely unfair to ask this fool."

In that moment, Ms. Wang felt as though struck by lightning, her mind a void, her complexion ghostly pale. Feng Zhentian couldn't answer such a simple question. It was all over, everything was finished.

A smug look flickered in the Vice Principal's eyes, as if he had anticipated Feng Zhentian's failure. Yet, he maintained a stern face as he declared, "Ms. Wang, in light of your severe deficiency in teaching, I hereby pronounce that..."

"Hold on," interrupted Feng Zhentian, his eyes sweeping the room in confusion. "What's wrong with everyone? Alchemists are naturally categorized into ten levels, aren't they? Have I made a mistake?"

The Vice Principal shook his head, speaking with gravity, "Feng Zhentian, with your limited aptitude, you must apply yourself more diligently. Go home and study. There are only levels one through nine for Alchemists on the Divine Martial Continent; there is no level ten..." Mid-sentence, the Vice Principal halted, his face clouding with doubt. In truth, there was indeed a tenth level for Alchemists on the Divine Martial Continent, but this was not mentioned in the textbooks. Could Feng Zhentian actually be aware of this? Impossible, he must be guessing; how could such a simpleton possess knowledge of such obscure facts?