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.
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
