Taoist Academy: My Courses Are a Little Strange

"Believe in science!"

At the free charging station, Zhang Zhe raises his middle finger, and a bolt of lightning strikes down.

In an instant, the phone in his hand is fully charged.

"All done, miss. Your phone's charged. Next!"

"We must firmly reject feudal superstition!"

As he says this, the sword on Zhang Zhe's back rises into the air and nods along with the crowd in agreement.

"There's no such thing as lightness skill. It's all done with wires."

As soon as he finishes speaking, Zhang Zhe leaps five meters into the air and lands on top of a wall.

Drawing talismans, fortune-telling, selling pills, hunting demons at a Daoist academy.

"How did I become a master before I even realized it?" Zhang Zhe muses.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.