I Hijacked the Timeline (IHT)

After reaching out to Bai Fusheng about participating in the concept competition hosted by the Tiger Soul Research Institute, Feng Qi received a new course schedule that same day.

From now on, he would be leading the 22nd cohort's Cultivation Techniques Class One for the competition, with one session scheduled every day. The class schedule was promptly adjusted, replacing a physical training session with his cultivation techniques lecture that very afternoon.

Feng Qi was highly confident in winning the concept competition.

He wasn't merely relying on an idea for the contest; he was leveraging a framework from the future's cultivation system—a framework that was already refined and complete.

Even if his peers in the competition were geniuses from prestigious academies, he was certain of his victory.

While others relied on talent and effort, he relied on a cheat code. There was simply no comparison.

The first cultivation techniques class was set for 1 PM. Before the session, Feng Qi sat at his desk, flipping open his notebook and beginning to plan for the future.

His core philosophy for planning remained consistent:

Survive in reality, explore boldly in the future.

This approach wasn't a choice; it was a necessity.

Reality served as the foundation for the future. If the present-day Feng Qi made a misstep, it could lead to catastrophic and irreversible outcomes in the future.

For instance, if he were labeled a human traitor in the present due to an accident, every subsequent Dream Realm scenario would start with him as a traitor to humanity—a nearly inescapable death sentence.

Thus, ensuring stability in the present gave him a stronger position in the future, allowing him more freedom to gather critical information. Reality was his anchor, and he couldn't afford to be reckless.

That said, "not being reckless" didn't mean avoiding high-profile moves, such as investigating the Crimson Research Institute or probing the mysterious organization targeting him.

As for the risk of being assassinated for his talents, it was a hazard he had to accept.

These actions were crucial for advancing humanity's cultivation sciences and laying the groundwork for technological progress.

Without action in the present, no amount of effort in the future could resolve humanity's current crises.

Promoting cultivation techniques and related advancements in the present was a means to accelerate the overall progress of human civilization.

Meanwhile, the future him was tasked with identifying and eliminating the hidden threats plaguing humanity.

While their roles differed, both were essential.

If the present Feng Qi stood at a crossroads, deciding which path to take, the future Feng Qi was the scout exploring each path's outcomes.

Without a stable present, there would be no choices.

Without the future, there would be no chance to test those choices.

Only by combining the two could he hope to carve out a true path for humanity's survival and growth.

After a moment of thought, Feng Qi picked up his pen and began jotting down plans for the future in his notebook.

At the moment, he was contemplating two main strategies for the future.

The first was to have his future self survive by any means necessary. If he could live long enough to reach the critical moments—Mu Qing's betrayal and Lin Ran's creation of cultivation techniques—he could intervene at the right time to change the course of history.

This approach would also allow him to uncover the truth behind Mu Qing's betrayal.

However, this strategy came with numerous risks.

The primary concern was whether his future self could even survive that long.

From his very first trip to the Dream Realm, his lifespan had felt like a rope slipping through his fingers. Each loop was fraught with unexpected deaths, often bizarre and untimely.

After careful deliberation, Feng Qi decided to abandon this survival-focused strategy.

Ultimately, he chose the second approach: to let his future self take risks and gather as much information as possible.

This strategy had already yielded valuable insights.

Through calculated exploration, his future self had discovered critical details about humanity's enemies and allies, pieces of knowledge that might one day turn the tide of history.

From the initial suspicions surrounding Mu Qing's betrayal, to the discovery that the Crimson Research Institute might be a deeply entrenched cancer within human civilization, to the presence of a shadowy organization pulling strings behind the scenes, and even the hidden undercover students—these crucial pieces of information were all gathered through the daring actions of his future self.

While writing in his notebook, Feng Qi added five new directives for his future self:

Continue to build the organization, but always remain vigilant. When necessary, provide each student with different pieces of information to help identify which one is the undercover "wolf."

If death becomes inevitable, consider entrusting the email system to someone you truly trust. Share your secrets with them so they can continue leaving messages for the future.

For the love of all things, have a child! Without a descendant, how am I supposed to gain access to the permission accounts? Every time I ask, you refuse. Is having an heir really that difficult? Even if you do nothing else, just leave me a descendant—those accounts are too crucial!

Regarding Mu Qing, keep trying to influence her. No matter her true motives, you must do everything you can to prevent her from taking that irreversible step.

Work hard and stay motivated. Losing your "cheat" will undoubtedly leave a significant void. Even though you can't compete with historical geniuses like Lin Ran or Mu Qing, you must believe in yourself.

After finishing these notes, it was already noon.

Closing the notebook, Feng Qi left his dorm and headed to the cafeteria.

When it came to food, he was always brimming with enthusiasm.

This world offered many beautiful things, and one of them was delicious food—especially when it was free.

After chatting over lunch with Lin Ran and Mu Qing, Feng Qi returned to his dorm.

Following a brief rest, he set out for Cultivation Techniques Class One, ready to begin his lesson.

By the time he arrived, the classroom was already packed with students.

The aisles were filled with students from other classes, all eager to catch a glimpse of the lecture.

News of the course change, which brought Feng Qi to teach Class One, had spread quickly. A large number of students, hearing the announcement ahead of time, flocked to the class out of curiosity.

Students who had previously attended his lectures held a deep admiration for his knowledge.

From his groundbreaking revision of the Tiger Fist that shook Star City Academy's forums to his later cultivation technique explanations, Feng Qi consistently brought fresh, thought-provoking insights into cultivation science.

His lectures allowed students to delve deeper into their understanding of cultivation techniques, making his classes the most popular at Star City Academy.

Each session sparked heated discussions across the campus.

Walking up to the podium, Feng Qi looked over the crowd and greeted them with a smile:

"Hello, everyone. Let's get started. Today's lesson will cover the theoretical foundations of cultivation research."

As he spoke, he activated the control panel on the podium, inputting "Fundamental Theories of Cultivation Research." The corresponding text instantly appeared on the blackboard behind him.

Before officially beginning the lecture, his eyes scanned the room and landed on a familiar figure huddled in a back corner.

It was Lin Ran.

Is cultivation theory research even a class you should be attending? Seriously, do you not have the slightest sense of propriety?

Suppressing a sigh, Feng Qi spoke up:

"Before we start, could the student in the third seat from the back corner, yes, the one trying to hide their head—please leave the classroom!"

Hearing this, Lin Ran, crouched in the corner, immediately looked aggrieved.

Under Feng Qi's stern gaze, he had no choice but to stand and slink out of the room, his eyes brimming with reluctance.