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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
