Go ahead and share a tent with him if you dare—it's not like he's at a disadvantage anyway.

This time, except for Liu Yuan who stood empty-handed,

everyone instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet Old Li’s furious gaze.

“What about you all?”

“What’s in your suitcases?”

“Do I have to ask each of you to open them one by one?”

Even after such a warning, no one stepped forward to open their luggage.

Old Li had no choice but to do it himself. He unzipped the second suitcase, and colorful bags of puffed snacks spilled onto the ground.

“Good.”

Old Li turned to the next suitcase, his tone oddly calm now, devoid of any emotion.

He flipped open the third one.

A change of clothes? At first glance, it seemed somewhat normal—

Wait, no! Makeup, makeup remover, and even… ahem… “purple mood” items.

Old Li was so embarrassed he couldn’t bear to look further and quickly moved to the fourth student’s luggage.

Braised pork, green pepper beef stir-fry, marinated pig trotters… all homemade dishes that just needed reheating.

The student, sounding slightly guilty, explained, “My mom insisted on packing them… I didn’t want to bring them.”

In that moment, many others chimed in with sympathy:

“Same, my mom shoved them in.”

“Mine too.”

Old Li almost blurted out, “Do you all share the same mom?”

But he held back, thinking it might sound rude.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

Such is the heart of parents.

Many parents are like this—when their child goes far from home, they can’t resist stuffing things into their luggage.

Most students at the Sixth Institute came from poor families, and their parents had likely never even set foot in the Origin Realm.

Sure, they might not understand much, but their only intention was to spare their children hardship.

It’s hard to judge whether that’s right or wrong.

“Alright, enough.”

“Stop shifting blame to your parents.”

“Unless you’re telling me your parents also took your tents out of your suitcases?”

“If you didn’t prepare, you just didn’t prepare.”

“I deliberately didn’t remind you—I wanted to see how many of you would think of something this basic.”

“Teacher… what do we do now?”

“Can we go out and buy one?”

“Go out and buy? Do you think the Origin Realm is your backyard, where you can come and go as you please?”

“What else can you do? Sleep under the stars with your suitcases as pillows.”

At that, everyone’s faces fell.

Honestly, it wasn’t their fault. In their minds, the Origin Realm was just Great Xia’s “pig farm.”

Wouldn’t it make sense for a pig farm to have staff dormitories for operations?

And wouldn’t it be normal for students to borrow those dorms?

But the worst part was yet to come.

“And this incident will be noted in your evaluations.”

Old Li wasn’t a teacher from Jiangxia’s Sixth Institute. He was directly affiliated with Great Xia’s official agency, responsible only for the special training of martial examinees.

His assessment would also count toward their martial exam scores.

The weight wasn’t much—just 2%.

But who knew if that 2% might be the final straw that broke their chances?

Then, Old Li’s gaze landed on Liu Yuan.

“Liu Yuan, you didn’t bring anything, did you?”

“Never mind. Normally, this would cost you points too, but this year, thanks to your classmates’ ‘efforts,’ I’ll let it slide.”

Liu Yuan blinked, her big eyes filled with tiny confusion.

Wait… this works?

Her teammates were all deadweight, and she was the MVP?

But then…

After a slight hesitation, she spoke up:

“Teacher, my brother said he’d bring my stuff for me. That’s why I didn’t pack anything.”

In her heart, she silently apologized: Sorry, Su Qi. For my martial exam score…

No doubt about it—Su Qi wasn’t a rookie in the Origin Realm. He’d definitely come prepared with a tent and sleeping bag.

Huh?

There’s another expert?

While the school allowed guardians to accompany students, those guardians had to be at least fifth-tier. Otherwise, not only would they be unable to protect their kids, but the teachers would also have to babysit an extra person.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, Su Qi had just stepped into the Origin Realm when his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID.

Liu Yuan.

The siblings had a weird dynamic—neither called the other “brother” or “sister,” just their names.

Su Qi answered the call.

In these “conquered” Origin Realms, signal towers were set up, so networks worked fine.

“Hey, Su Qi?”

A voice devoid of warmth came through.

Compared to this, he much preferred Little Iris’s soft, sweet voice—like a gentle spring breeze.

His reply was equally indifferent: “What’s up?”

“Didn’t you promise not to be late?”

Su Qi, unbothered, shrugged it off: “Promises expire. What can you do?”

But Liu Yuan wasn’t calling to scold him. She didn’t really care about punctuality. By normal logic, with a sixth-tier teacher leading a fourth-tier max Origin Realm, safety wasn’t a concern. Only a paranoid person would worry.

“Did you bring a tent?”

“Of course I did. How else would I sleep? Under the stars? Stop asking dumb questions.”

Then Su Qi remembered something amusing: “Wait, don’t tell me you—”

Liu Yuan cut him off. If she let him finish, her plan would be exposed.

“Do you know how to find me?”

Su Qi raised an eyebrow.

Given their sibling relationship, sudden concern could only mean trouble.

Could it be…

She wanted to steal his tent?

No way. He only brought one. If she dared, she’d have to share—and he wasn’t about to lose out.