Really, I’m Not a Good Teacher

Old Wang opened his eyes and saw Elektra suddenly sit up, her face full of confusion.

Mm, her face was flushed, her clothes disheveled, and the blanket wrapped around her body had slipped down, revealing vivid red and pale white. That color combination was quite striking…

There was no need to guess. During Elektra’s day and night of sleep, she had definitely had quite a few inappropriate dreams.

Matt had only said that he sensed Elektra’s fear, terror, and resistance. In truth, he had also sensed a certain kind of excitement and impatience from her. Of course, he couldn’t tell Old Wang about that, but that didn’t mean Old Wang didn’t know.

A Monk’s senses were very sharp, let alone those of an experienced Grandmaster.

Just strike a pose, and Old Wang would know how many times you’d been satisfied!

"Beast" represented primal desire. Beastly nature did not only include savagery, cruelty, and violence, but also… that aspect.

The primitive worship of any race was worship of reproduction. Humans were like that, and so were animals.

Westerners were already relatively open-minded. Under Beast’s influence, Elektra was even more open than most Westerners. Matt was most likely not her first man, nor would he be her last. Black Sky’s desires could never be satisfied. Put simply, she was sexually frustrated…

Of course, that had nothing to do with Old Wang.

Perhaps in Matt’s eyes, Elektra was indeed quite pretty, but to Old Wang, Elektra was actually rather ordinary-looking.

For example, she was too thin, with barely any flesh on her face. She felt too bony, without any softness.

Not comfortable, okay…

Far worse than a Pandaren, okay…

That was why Old Wang didn’t like Undead, okay…

"Elektra!"

Matt’s voice was filled with concern. "How are you feeling now?"

He rushed over to Elektra and wrapped her in the blanket.

Though he couldn’t see, the faint friction between clothing and skin caused by the subtle trembling of her body quickly formed an image in his mind: Elektra’s familiar body and unfamiliar clothes. He knew her clothing was in disarray. How could that be alright?

There were outsiders present!

"I… what… happened to me?"

Elektra had no idea what had happened. In fact, she didn’t know about Beast at all, nor did she know that she was Black Sky. Stick had always kept it from her.

But she quickly guessed something based on past experience. "Did I go crazy again?"

"It’s alright. Master Wang saved you."

Matt didn’t want to discuss how many times Elektra had moaned and writhed over the past day and night, or how many times Stick had voluntarily gone outside to hide. Nor did he want to know how Stick had handled such situations before. He glossed over it and changed the subject. "Master Wang is the Immortal Iron Fist, this generation’s Immortal Iron Fist."

The next generation’s… Old Wang protested inwardly. Then, meeting Elektra’s searching gaze, he said, "Beast was driven away by me."

Seeing Elektra’s confused expression, Matt hurriedly explained, "It was like this…"

He repeated everything he had just learned about Beast. Still clearly frightened, he looked at Old Wang. "Master Wang, you drove Beast away? Does that mean Elektra won’t be possessed by Beast again? She’s no longer Black Sky?"

"No, she is still Black Sky."

Old Wang shook his head. "I destroyed Beast’s Astral Projection. It will come again."

Stick also explained, "Beast is the embodiment of primal desire. It cannot be completely destroyed. Even if it is destroyed, it will revive after some time. So long as there are living beings on Earth with desires, it will continue to appear."

Why does that sound so much like Sha? Humanity’s essence is repetition, and creation’s essence is borrowing and plagiarism… Old Wang grumbled inwardly.

Matt became anxious. "Then what do we do?"

Stick clearly had no good solution either. The True Pure Ones Society knew little about Beast, so he could only say, "Master Wang can drive it away once, so he can drive it away a second and third time. Therefore…"

His admiration for this Immortal Iron Fist before him had reached its peak.

He can even drive away Beast. As expected of the one I want to follow, K’un-Lun’s gatekeeper!

Matt froze.

This was troublesome.

Elektra could go mad at any time, and Beast could descend at any time.

They couldn’t possibly have Elektra follow Master Wang around twenty-four hours a day, could they?

Although Elektra wasn’t his current girlfriend, only his ex-girlfriend, that still didn’t seem quite right…

Old Wang glanced at Stick and felt that the old man had completely fallen for him, becoming a rabid fan.

Then he looked at Matt and felt that this not-yet-mature Daredevil was simply overthinking things. Even if you wanted to offer me a woman, I wouldn’t take her. This isn’t an NTR novel…

"External help is unreliable. If you want to fight Beast, the only thing you can truly rely on is your own strength, the power of life itself—qi."

Old Wang laid out the plan he had made long ago. "I will teach Elektra martial arts and guide her to generate qi through the use of life energy, use qi, and fight Beast with qi… The same goes for all of you."

Qi?

Stick and Matt looked at each other. Matt and Elektra looked at each other. Elektra and Stick looked at each other.

All of them could see or sense each other’s excitement.

Becoming a kung fu master and mastering qi was the highest pursuit of every martial artist.

Stick had never achieved it in his entire life.

Matt and Elektra did not think they could achieve it either.

But now, there seemed to truly be hope?

"This must be very difficult, right?" Stick asked tentatively.

He considered himself well-informed, but he only knew of a few kung fu masters who had cultivated qi. He could count them all on both hands.

Old Wang recalled those years in World of Warcraft.

Under his promotion, Pandaren martial arts had spread throughout the entire world.

Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, Draenei, Night Elves…

Blood Elves, Orcs, Tauren, Trolls, Undead…

Under the teachings of Pandaren Monks, people of every race became Monks, ushering in a golden age where everyone practiced martial arts.

Those people were not Old Wang’s disciples.

But after Old Wang became a Grandmaster, all Pandaren Monks were nominally his disciples.

Those who had attained mastery could be teachers. Even Taran Zhu, the "Vomiting Blood Sect Leader," had to salute him and seek guidance on the path of a Grandmaster.

So, it could basically be said that every Monk in World of Warcraft was Old Wang’s disciple.

World of Warcraft was filled with all kinds of magical energy. Nourished by those energies, individual living beings possessed far greater vitality than people on Earth. Cultivating qi only counted as just getting started and was still far from becoming a "Monk Master."

He didn’t dare claim too many.

But there should have been tens of thousands who could use qi.

However, that number was too frightening. This was the Marvel Cinematic Universe, not some other parallel universe. In some universes, even any random Hand lackey could use qi. The strength of a single Hand might even rival Shado-Pan Monastery…

"It is very difficult," Old Wang said with feeling.

Stick, Matt, and Elektra pressed their lips together.

"I’m not a good teacher." Old Wang felt that Shang-Chi was the best teacher in the world. He taught patiently and guided people step by step. Every Monk still alive on the Wandering Isle was his disciple, or the disciple of one of his disciples.

The three gritted their teeth.

"I don’t have much experience. I’ve only taught for two years in total, and only occasionally at that." Old Wang felt somewhat ashamed. Though he had promoted Pandaren martial arts, he had rarely taught personally. Most of the time, he led the leaders and followers of the Alliance and Horde to go kill people.

The three lowered their heads in dejection.

"There should only be 108 kung fu masters that I personally taught." Thinking of the Monks he had personally trained, Old Wang gave a relatively modest round number, accompanied by a slightly regretful sigh.

Two years?

108 kung fu masters?

The three fighting masters looked at one another again.

Stick dropped to his knees with a thud.

Elektra immediately knelt after him.

Matt cupped his fists in salute.

Three pairs of bright—or blind—eyes looked at Old Wang,

as though they had seen the most lovable person in the world.