The massacre of the Ye family had become a hot topic, stirring up a storm of gossip.
Throughout the entire Dongling Empire, it seemed there was hardly anyone who didn't know about it.
Who would have thought that this young man in front of them was the sole survivor of the Ye family?
"He's not a crippled bloodline..."
Xu Qianqian looked at Ye Tian with a hint of curiosity.
That blue flame earlier—she had seen it clearly.
Back then, the marriage alliance with the Ye family had been for the sake of coveting their clan's Nine Yang Divine Meridian.
Then her older sister died.
Xu Chun planned to have her continue the mission, to carry out the duty of bearing a child.
She and Xu Yiyun were half-sisters, with very different views on many things.
She had always looked down on Xu Chun's behavior of using his daughters as tools for breeding.
There was no way she would go along with his wishes.
Xu Qianqian glanced at Ye Tian a few times, and Ye Tian looked back at her, but he showed no reaction.
Clearly, he didn't recognize Xu Qianqian.
After all, they had only met briefly once or twice as children, with no real connection. Now, five or six years had passed, and with a girl growing up so much, it was indeed hard to recognize her at a glance.
Ye Tian found a seat and sat down cross-legged.
Suddenly, the other students cast sidelong glances, but no one dared to provoke him.
The long-haired youth Zhang Qi was already the top expert here.
Ye Tian's earlier display had clearly proven his strength.
There wasn't a single person in this class at Dongxuan Academy who was ordinary.
Without a certain level of power, it was hard to earn others' respect.
...
"Mr. An, please try some fruit from our hometown—it's really expensive."
"Mr. An, I've got this bag of gold coins with nowhere to put it. How about I leave it in your pocket for now? Don't mind it, okay?"
"Heh, Instructor An, when you see the dean, make sure to put in a good word for us two brothers..."
An Yi lounged in a rocking chair, calm and composed like an old master.
Two young instructors fussed around him, attending to his every need.
An Yi yawned and said slowly, "Of course, of course. My uncle has always had a sharp eye for talent, and you two are clearly promising individuals."
The two instructors beamed with joy.
The older instructors, however, wore expressions of indignation.
They wanted to fawn over him too, but their age held them back.
"By the way, which class am I teaching?"
An Yi thought for a moment and asked.
An instructor should act like one—there was no avoiding teaching class.
He had confidence in his mentoring and instructional abilities.
Look at Fang Jueming—hadn't he taken that kid from someone who couldn't even grasp the basics of physical force and turned him into the top disciple of the Asura Sect, standing on his own?
And Ye Tian—he'd guided him from being an ordinary person to a spirit-gathering-level spiritualist in just two or three months.
The proof was right there!
An elderly instructor chuckled and said, "Well, that's for you to choose."
As the dean's nephew, this little privilege was to be expected.
"I'll take whichever one I pick. I'm unstoppable," An Yi said casually.
Wu Huan laughed and said, "Instructor An is so talented, how about leading this year's special recruitment class?"
The instructors' faces changed color at this.
This guy was clearly trying to set him up.
Dongxuan Academy, though just a branch in the Dongling Empire, was the number one academy in the empire in terms of overall strength—and it left the second-ranked Royal Academy several streets behind.
This had led to a fierce competition in recent years, with geniuses from all over the empire fighting tooth and nail to get into Dongxuan Academy.
This year was an unprecedented spectacle.
Families and even some sect leaders were sending their young spiritualists to Dongxuan Academy.
There were over forty spiritualists at the spirit-gathering level alone.
Below the age of eighteen, reaching the spirit-gathering level was already terrifying!
Many instructors at Dongxuan Academy were only at the spirit-gathering stage themselves; the celestial-stage instructors numbered just a few, all holding high-ranking positions in the academy's leadership.
Facing students with similar levels of power, many instructors backed off, feeling both overwhelmed and powerless.
As a result, these students enrolled under the special recruitment banner had been placed in one class, leaving the academy at a loss for what to do with them. They’d already been left to their own devices for a week.
They were all troublemakers!
Previously, Wu Huan had volunteered to teach them, but after just two days, a long-haired kid led a few students to beat him out of the classroom.
His face was black and blue for days—he couldn't even show himself in public.
Now, Wu Huan was egging An Yi on to take over the special recruitment class, clearly trying to mess with him.
An Yi raised an eyebrow at Wu Huan, a mocking smile on his face.
This bastard didn't like him, and now he was being so helpful—it was obvious something was off.
"Instructor Zi Yun is currently teaching that class," Wu Huan said casually.
Instantly, An Yi put on a serious expression and said, "Then this special recruitment class is definitely meant for me."
"Instructor An, think twice."
"That class isn't split by spiritual power system. It’s not just fire-type—students from wind, earth, and other systems are all mixed together. It'll be hard to guide..."
A few instructors began to advise him earnestly.
An Yi listened and gave a faint smile. "Where's the fun without a challenge? As an instructor, no matter how troublesome the students, you have to reason with them, move them with emotion, inspire them, and show them care."
Wu Huan sneered but put on a flattering tone: "Instructor An truly has foresight. With you in charge, those students will surely fall into line."
What an idiot!
He was about to get his butt kicked!
...
A hazy, gentle atmosphere lingered in the air.
In the spacious hall-like classroom, a melodious voice echoed.
"That's it for today's lesson."
Zi Yun hugged her books and slowly walked out of the classroom.
Instantly, the surrounding rows of students in the circular hall buzzed with chatter.
"Wow, did you see that? Teacher Zi is stunningly beautiful!"
"I bet you couldn't find a woman this lovely anywhere in the entire Dongling Empire!"
"Not necessarily—I've seen the princess of the Dongling royal family, and she's not a bit less beautiful than Teacher Zi."
The special recruitment students were all ecstatic, barely able to contain themselves.
Even though they were heaven-blessed geniuses, they were still teenagers bursting with hormones.
Meeting such a beautiful female teacher had them all worked up.
"Pfft, isn't she just bustier, taller, with longer legs and a thinner waist..."
Xu Qianqian said with obvious disdain, her tone sour. She looked down and saw only the tips of her own feet.
But at just fifteen, she figured reaching Zi Yun's proportions wouldn't be too hard.
Ye Tian, seated in his spot, finished his breathing exercise, exhaled, and his eyes brightened.
He looked in the direction Zi Yun had left, a trace of doubt on his face.
He had listened carefully to the class.
Both the depth of the content and the direction it took were not simple.
It was hard to imagine that someone this impressive would work as a simple instructor in such a small place.
"Little Tian, did you hear we're getting a new instructor in our class?"
Zhang Qi came up beside Ye Tian, his cyan-colored eyes fixed on him as he spoke slowly.
Ye Tian frowned. "Are we that close?"
After all, he had lived two lives—once the War Sovereign Ye. Getting buddy-buddy with a kid like this was hardly worth his time.
“Hey, we’ll be stuck together for three years, so I guess you could say we’ve crossed swords and come out as friends.”
Zhang Qi chuckled as he changed the subject, acting like they were already old buddies. “What do you think? What kind of advisor are they gonna throw at us this time?”
“No idea.”
Ye Tian was curt, clearly not much interested.
Zhang Qi cracked his knuckles, baring his teeth with a cocky grin. “If they send us another greenhorn advisor, I’ll beat him so bad even his own mother won’t recognize him!”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
