Under the gaze of the crowd,
Wang Xian shook his head:
"No, thanks."
To have Bai Hongtian personally instruct him now—there wasn’t much left to improve.
Especially with the Flowing Water Blade Technique. Any further guidance wouldn’t surpass the enlightenment he’d just attained.
Wang Xian felt that Bai Hongtian had already shown utmost sincerity by unreservedly demonstrating the Overlord's Blade Intent within that single strike.
For most students here, unless they were truly once-in-a-generation geniuses, grasping even a fraction of such profound meaning would be impossible.
That he had managed to glean some insight was already an immense fortune.
No?
The crowd was stunned.
Anyone could see how highly the grandmaster regarded him!
To pass up such an opportunity…
The class representatives exchanged bewildered glances, expressions shifting unpredictably.
Their homeroom teacher, Cui Guoliang, was so anxious his scalp prickled, barely restraining himself from speaking up.
A few representatives from Class 4, particularly Zhou Xukun, seemed on the verge of saying something but held back.
Principal Xia, watching from behind, felt his eyelids twitch, worried Bai Hongtian might take offense. He quickly interjected:
"Ahem… Wang Xian’s blade skills are impressive, but since he’s only just broken through to the first tier, he likely hasn’t had time to study foundational martial arts yet, right?"
"So…"
The students immediately understood.
So he hadn’t even learned the basics.
No wonder there was nothing to instruct.
You couldn’t expect a seventh-tier grandmaster to teach a foundational martial art on the spot, could you?
Who had that kind of face?
Bai Hongtian frowned slightly.
Was that the case?
"Principal… Wang Xian did go to study them," Li Zihang, his classmate, grinned from among the representatives. "He visited the library about a week ago to observe the foundational martial arts—though he only went once."
He didn’t elaborate further, but everyone grasped the implication.
Even Xia Sichen had taken three or four weeks, studying three times, to fully master them.
Ye Miyue, whose martial talent surpassed even Xia Sichen’s, had spent half a month.
But Wang Xian? One visit, a week ago.
That was practically zero progress.
Cui Guoliang’s brow furrowed. He knew about this too.
Part of him regretted it deeply.
Yet something felt off.
Logically, Wang Xian’s talent in blade techniques should be exceptional.
It didn’t make sense for him to give up after just one attempt.
Unless…
Had he mastered it in a single session?
Impossible.
Cui Guoliang shook his head.
Chen Yuting stared at Wang Xian, hesitating, about to speak—
Then Ye Miyue’s soft voice cut through:
"Wang Xian has remarkable talent in blade techniques… He’s probably close to mastering them already."
"I hope Grandmaster Bai can offer him some guidance…"
The crowd—especially the male students—froze in shock.
What?
The "Ice Queen" Ye Miyue had just spoken up for a guy?
In public, no less!
No way!
"Hallucinating. I must be hallucinating!"
"Ye Miyue barely talks to anyone in our class, let alone actively defends someone…"
"Seriously? Is this real?"
"Laughable… The school’s untouchable goddess, who even the richest heirs wouldn’t dare pursue, just spoke up for him?"
"Damn Wang Xian. How does he deserve this?!"
Chaos erupted below.
Ye Miyue’s words had struck like an earthquake.
Chen Yuting’s eyes widened, disbelief written across her face as she stared at Ye Miyue.
Her gaze gradually darkened with complexity.
Li Zihang, too, was dumbfounded. He glanced at Ye Miyue, jealousy surging to its peak—but he didn’t dare say another word.
Wang Xian swept a calm glance over them, his gaze lingering only on Ye Miyue.
Ye Miyue’s eyes flickered away, unable to meet his.
"No matter," Bai Hongtian boomed with laughter. "Even if you’ve just started learning, I can teach you. Which martial art are you studying? Show me, and we’ll go from there."
His meaning was crystal clear.
Even if you genuinely knew nothing at all,
I could personally teach you a foundational martial art on the spot.
For an ordinary student, it would be unthinkable to receive such attention from a grandmaster.
Even if that student were a model of bravery who had saved lives.
Seeing Bai Hongtian’s unwavering stance, Wang Xian knew there was no way out.
He walked to the side and picked up a broadsword from the weapon rack.
With just a light flick of his wrist—
The next moment, he swung the blade!
Flowing Water Blade Art, First Form: Smooth as Flowing Water!
A faint blue blade aura seemed to coalesce along the edge, transforming into cascading streams that poured forth!
As if crafted by nature itself!
"Flowing Water Blade Art!" Pang Sandao blurted out almost the instant Wang Xian began.
This was the very technique he had desperately wanted to learn.
Unfortunately, this foundational blade art was far too difficult.
After studying it repeatedly, he still found it overwhelming and utterly incomprehensible, forcing him to settle for the Eight Slashes Blade instead.
Yet now,
watching each seamless, natural movement of the blade before him—
every strike flowing like wind and water—his mind went blank.
This wasn’t just an unmastered version of the Flowing Water Blade Art!
This was...
He couldn’t even name the level of mastery, but it far surpassed anything he could imagine.
Perhaps only by witnessing the final move, Tidal Surge Shakes the Heavens, could he make a proper judgment.
Similarly,
the moment Wang Xian made his move, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
They were completely entranced by the sheer fluidity of his blade work.
"Stormy Skies, Blurred Vision!"
Wang Xian slashed forward, his blade aura swirling like a rolling curtain!
Within it, countless afterimages of the blade flickered.
Each strike connected like a relentless downpour,
interwoven with howling winds that made every cut unpredictable—
impossible to grasp!
The sight alone sent shivers down their spines!
Then, Wang Xian leaped into the air, vanishing into the rain-like curtain of blade shadows!
His figure seemed to dissolve entirely!
"Tidal Surge Shakes the Heavens!"
The next instant—
The rain curtain was violently split apart as a monstrous surge of blade energy, like a tsunami, came crashing forth!
The sheer force of the strike was terrifying to behold!
Hidden within it was an elusive, indescribable essence.
The tidal waves of blade energy came one after another,
each stronger than the last.
By the fourth wave,
a visible, over-ten-meter-long azure blade aura erupted—
resembling an actual tidal wave!
BOOM—!
The high platform, constructed from premium metal-infused stone,
was cleaved open by the final blade aura, leaving a gash stretching over ten meters!
The fissure extended all the way to Principal Xia’s feet.
As the dust settled,
Wang Xian casually tossed the blade aside,
and it landed perfectly back on the weapon rack with a clang.
For a moment,
the entire field fell into dead silence.
Every mouth hung open in disbelief.
Not a single sound could be heard—one could’ve heard a pin drop.
Shock was written across every face.
Even Bai Hongtian’s eyes flickered with unmistakable surprise.
"Holy hell... this kid’s Flowing Water Blade Art... is at the perfected level, isn’t it?"
Cheng Wu, who had been silently observing after handing out the award earlier, couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
A high school senior who had only just begun learning martial arts,
yet had already mastered a foundational technique to this degree?
Was this even real?
Thud... thud...
Pang Sandao staggered backward several steps, his neck flushed red, breath ragged, eyes hollow.
"Four consecutive waves of Tidal Surge Shakes the Heavens... perfected mastery..."
"How... is this possible...?"
He couldn’t accept it.
According to what Class 4 had said, Wang Xian had only practiced this blade art once—just a single week of training.
And yet, he had already reached this level?
As someone who also trained in blade techniques,
how could the gap between people possibly be this vast?
At that moment,
he suddenly felt like never picking up a blade again.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
