He was very confident that he could become the president of the Federation, and this confidence mainly came from all the autobiographies of high-ranking officials he had studied since childhood. He had even summed up a few killer moves for becoming an official.

At this moment, feeling both physically and mentally delighted, Brian Brooks looked out at the blue sky through the window and found it especially beautiful.

But soon, his eyes suddenly widened as he noticed a mass of black clouds gathering in the distant sky, spreading as if to cover the heavens. Lightning flickered within, flashing again and again, slowly approaching. This scene also caught the attention of many students, who cried out in alarm.

"It's a thunder-magnetic storm!"

Brian Brooks was also startled. Ever since the Federation entered the Spirit Origin Era, the emergence of spiritual energy had led to the birth of many astonishing weather phenomena, making it difficult for traditional flying vehicles to travel safely. This was why hot air balloon airships powered by spirit stones had been invented.

As the exclamations continued, a rumbling thunder suddenly sounded, shaking the heavens with its deafening roar. The black thunder-magnetic clouds in the distance rapidly grew larger, and the lightning within had already spread out, like a giant black net flashing across the sky, dazzling and shocking, making everyone's heart race. The airships that had been moving forward now began to slow down.

Just as everyone was feeling uneasy, the doors of the dining hall were pushed open, as if a gust of wind swept in. An old man in a white Daoist robe entered. His face was full of wrinkles, but he had an immortal air, dignified features, and especially his eyes shone with a sharp light. Righteousness radiated from him in all directions. As soon as he arrived, his authoritative voice echoed throughout the dining hall.

"Everyone, report to the Spirit Cultivation Room immediately and put on your magnetic spirit suits. In half a stick of incense, we will enter the thunder-magnetic zone!"

As soon as he spoke, all the students in the dining hall stood up in awe.

Brian Brooks's eyes lit up. This old man was none other than Dr. Carter, to whom he had previously given a gift. Seeing the old man's dragon-like, tiger-like bearing, Brian Brooks felt even more certain that his earlier investment was correct, thinking to himself that this old fellow was definitely extraordinary, and that he himself was one step ahead.

Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, the old physician swept his gaze over and spotted Brian Brooks. He snorted, walked over, took out half a black mask from his robe, and tossed it onto Brian Brooks.

"At such a young age, don't let your mind wander to all sorts of nonsense. You haven't even entered the Daoist Academy yet, and you've already learned to give gifts. I've seen a lot in my time, and this mask—keep it for yourself." The old physician's expression was stern, looking upright and incorruptible, scolding him as if hating iron for not becoming steel.

Brian Brooks took the mask, his heart skipping a beat. He could tell the old physician was angry and grew anxious, about to explain. But suddenly he remembered one of the killer moves he had summarized from those high officials' autobiographies: in front of a superior, shamelessly admit your mistake at the first opportunity—this often turns a big problem into a small one.

So he took a deep breath, quickly put on a look of remorse, and admitted his mistake.

"Teacher, you're right. I was wrong!"

The old physician was a bit surprised. The scolding he had prepared was hard to continue in the face of such a straightforward admission of guilt.

Brian Brooks saw the old physician's expression and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit proud again, thinking to himself that those high officials' autobiographies were indeed useful.

The old physician snorted, then looked around at all the students in the dining hall, pointing at them with his right hand.

"And the rest of you—you are all the future students of my Misty Daoist Academy. Look at yourselves these days! You must always remember: as martial artists, we must first establish our character, then our words, and finally our actions!"

The old physician spoke with deep disapproval. His words echoed through the dining hall, making everyone lower their heads in shame. As for Brian Brooks, his eyes suddenly lit up, feeling it was time to show off.

He quickly took out a small notebook from his robe and began to take notes, occasionally looking up at the old physician with an attentive expression, sometimes nodding seriously, as if determined to remember every word. This, too, was a killer move he had learned from high officials' autobiographies.

The other students, seeing this, looked at Brian Brooks as if he were some kind of genius.

The old physician, upon seeing this, was momentarily stunned. A strange feeling he had never experienced before rose in his heart. After dealing with so many generations of students, this was the first time he had encountered such an oddball. He couldn't help but glance a few more times, but gradually began to sneer.

"Little fellow, my flattery isn't so easy to win. You should thank this thunder-magnetic storm—otherwise, I could scold you for three days and nights straight. Let's see if you can write it all down in your little notebook!"

As soon as the old physician finished speaking, his aura changed. A powerful presence radiated from him, turning into a pressure that enveloped the entire dining hall. All the students were stunned, feeling that in this contest, the old physician still had the upper hand.

Brian Brooks blinked, touched the recording jade slip in his pocket, weighed his options for a long time, then looked at the approaching thunder-magnetic storm and decided not to take it out. He felt that being humble in front of a superior was nothing to be ashamed of.

Seeing everyone's expressions, the old physician felt proud and, with great passion, added a few more words.

"Remember, you must focus your mind on cultivation. In the future, as people, you must not be greedy, must not be disloyal, and above all, stop thinking about finding girlfriends all the time. Remember, lust is a blade hanging over your head. These days, your flirting has really gotten out of hand!"