CHAPTER 960: CHAPTER 957: SPIRITUAL CULTIVATION CLASS (PART 2)

"Mr. Lin, without me guiding you, you won’t be able to get in." Zhao Ya reminded.

"Why?" Lin Tian asked, daring to go into the dragon’s den and tiger’s lair, yet a mere Spiritual Cultivation Class was out of reach.

Zhao Ya answered seriously, "This Spiritual Cultivation Class doesn’t accept any strangers. It adopts a one-on-one method, meaning if you want to participate, you must be led by someone familiar. Otherwise, they won’t accept you, let alone let you in. I guess Mr. Lin is here to find something; if you force your way in, you might alert the witch."

"Ha, they’re doing this to avoid getting exposed, I suppose. But what you said makes sense; barging in isn’t the way to go. I’ll go in with you." Lin Tian thought Zhao Ya was right; forcing his way in might alert the witch, and if the witch escaped, he wouldn’t achieve his goal.

The car drove into a narrow alley between old buildings. It’s unclear when these buildings were planned; the road was very narrow, barely allowing two cars to pass. The cement road surface had many cracks, and the buildings on both sides had shut doors, unclear if anyone lived there.

"The road ahead is impassable for cars, we must walk." Zhao Ya said, then parked the car by the roadside.

It was indeed a small path ahead, passable by motorcycles but definitely not by cars. Such a place was truly remote; even if the police came to arrest someone, people deep in the alley would flee early.

Moreover, Lin Tian discovered something strange. Outside the small path, there were already many cars parked by the roadside, all of them good cars without exception. The road originally allowed two cars to pass, but with one parked, the road size was halved.

Lin Tian and Zhao Ya got out of the car and walked, seeing the good cars alongside, Lin Tian couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement. Who would imagine such a rundown place would have good cars, the cheapest being a Mercedes or BMW costing hundreds of thousands.

Without guessing, these were wealthy people coming to attend the Spiritual Cultivation Class. Ordinary people struggled daily for livelihood and wouldn’t believe in the class; only the rich, empty and lonely, participated in such inexplicable things.

Passing the alley, Zhao Ya stopped in front of a building. Lin Tian looked up at the entrance, where a wooden plaque solemnly hung, inscribed: Meditation House.

"Meditation House?" Lin Tian chuckled, saying, a mysterious Spiritual Cultivation Class with such a plaque, mainly because the building looked quite old and didn’t match the Meditation House.

"Now I have awakened; all these are just pandering to make the participants feel a sense of mystery." Zhao Ya said with self-mockery.

"I think it’s more neurotic than mysterious." Lin Tian smiled slightly.

"What are you saying? Who are you to dare talk nonsense in front of the Meditation House?" A person walked out from the gate, glaring at Lin Tian, with a malevolent expression, obviously having overheard Lin Tian’s words, though unclear on the details.

This person dressed in a suit, quite formal, though his demeanor was lofty and arrogant.

"Assistant Zhu, I am Zhao Ya, a member of the Meditation House." Zhao Ya gave Lin Tian a look, stepping forward to speak to the suited man. Lin Tian understood and said nothing.

"So it’s Miss Zhao Ya; you’re his guide. In that case, ensure he minds his words and actions." Assistant Zhu reminded.

Lin Tian found it amusing, still calling it a guide, this Spiritual Cultivation Class truly makes things up.

"I will; I’ll take him up first." Zhao Ya agreed.

"Alright, remember to have him change clothes." Assistant Zhu instructed.

Zhao Ya nodded, leading Lin Tian into the "Meditation House". This kind of old building had no elevator, requiring the use of stairs entirely.

Once far from Assistant Zhu, Lin Tian spoke, "It seems like Assistant Zhu is quite courteous to you?"

"Of course, I’m an elector of the Spiritual Cultivation Class, so he’s naturally courteous to me." Zhao Ya said.

"What is an elector? The top student of the class?" Lin Tian asked curiously.

Zhao Ya shook her head, explaining, "Of course not. The tutor of the Meditation House is called Tan Yuan, and the students all call him Master Tan. He selects a few people based on fate from each batch of students to become electors."

"Fate?" Lin Tian smiled, asking, "What benefits do electors get?"

"Master Tan says electors, chosen by fate, will gain more luck than ordinary students. Each elector receives a seed called the lucky seed, which you’ve seen." Zhao Ya replied bitterly, evidently regretting becoming an elector because she knew each elector was actually an unfortunate one.

"I see; I thought everyone would get that seed, but it turns out someone must meet certain traits." Lin Tian understood.

In essence, these people are more suitable as fertilizer for Yin Yang Life Spirit Grass, should be called pitiable unfortunates, but pitiable people must have their reasons to be despised. If they didn’t attend this Spiritual Cultivation Class, none of these matters would occur.

Zhao Ya was right saying it was pandering; you can’t blame flies for not biting seamless eggs. Although the Meditation House is despicable, the wealthy attending the class also have issues themselves.

On the fifth floor, someone led Zhao Ya and Lin Tian to a changing room to change clothes, which was just a white robe, which Lin Tian guessed was a gimmick.

He didn’t change clothes, simply draping the white robe over his outfit, and as he emerged, someone led the two to a large classroom. The so-called large classroom was in fact a rather big room, possibly remodeled from combining several rooms.

At this time, there were some twenty to thirty people sitting in the classroom, but there were no chairs. Everyone sat on the ground, there were men and women, ages ranging from twenties to thirties and forties.

These people also wore white robes, sitting quietly without noise or conversation. As Zhao Ya entered, they all cast envious glances at Zhao Ya, evidently eager to become electors.

What a bunch of pitiful fools, Lin Tian sneered inwardly, puzzled about how such intellect earned them wealth to become rich people, yet they believed in this Spiritual Cultivation Class.

Zhao Ya sat in the front row, and Lin Tian sat beside her casually; after all, everyone sat on the ground; it didn’t matter where to sit.

The lectern in the classroom was still empty, clearly arriving at the wrong time, as the Spiritual Cultivation Class lecture hadn’t started yet, and subsequently, a few more people arrived, totaling thirty in the large classroom.

Thirty wealthy people, how much money does Meditation House rake in? Lin Tian pondered, looking at the stance of Meditation House, charging at least ten thousand per person per term. If they hold a dozen sessions a month and account for other expenses, like buying Holy Water or such, the money would roll in faster than robbing a bank.

While Lin Tian was musing, footsteps sounded outside the classroom, then three people appeared at the door, two dressed like Assistant Zhu, in suits and ties, clearly assistants, while the other had a commanding presence.