Become One with the Trainees

Nearly twenty students attacked all at once, all of them at the Spirit Gathering stage.

Various types of spiritual light converged, creating an extremely terrifying momentum.

Two fists are no match for four hands—even a Heavenly Dipper stage warrior wouldn't find it easy to deal with an encirclement like this.

An Yi looked somewhat helpless. These brats really were unruly.

He had just broken through to the late Heavenly Dipper stage yesterday and had nowhere to vent his energy—weren't they just running straight into the muzzle of his gun?

Crimson flames coiled around his feet.

Thick blocks of ice instantly shattered and scattered under the scorching heat.

Facing the onslaught of attacks, An Yi didn't use any defensive techniques at all. His gaze was calm, as if he didn't take these students seriously in the slightest.

His figure moved like lightning, darting among the crowd.

In that moment, faced with An Yi's terrifying speed, they all seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Screams and cries of alarm erupted one after another.

A dozen or more students were hurled in all directions like trash being thrown away.

Figures scattered across chairs, podiums, and windows.

"Submerging Wood Palm!"

Zhang Qi's figure appeared in front of An Yi without warning, a palm strike carrying the endless vitality of wood spirit power slashing toward him.

Crack!

An Yi sneered contemptuously, raised his hand, and grabbed—Zhang Qi's wrist instantly fractured.

Then, An Yi hooked his foot behind Zhang Qi’s leg, and Zhang Qi couldn't dodge, falling flat on the ground.

The remaining students turned pale, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at An Yi.

Just what kind of freak was this guy?

Xu Qianqian’s candy had also fallen out of her mouth as she stared at the scene in disbelief.

A hint of timidity appeared in her eyes.

Ye Tian, one who had already known the outcome, smiled faintly.

This guy might be a bit despicable, but there was no denying his strength—he was ridiculously powerful.

"A student should act like a student. Brawling like this—what kind of manner is that?"

An Yi planted one foot on Zhang Qi and asked in a deep voice.

The students who had picked themselves up from the ground were all dirtied and dejected, not saying a word.

The guy wasn't many years older than them, but his strength was outrageous.

He had single-handedly crushed their entire elite class—this was at least mid-stage Heavenly Dipper level strength.

Could any of them reach the Heavenly Dipper stage even in two or three years?

An Yi looked around with a disdainful expression and said leisurely, "With strength like this, you still dared to attack your beloved instructor? If you don’t mind me saying it plainly—every single one of you here is garbage."

Ye Tian was taken aback.

What about me, then?

Just then, the pleasant and leisurely sound of a bell rang from outside.

An Yi, who had been about to say a few more words, raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh, it’s already class dismissed. Alright, see you all later."

Clock-watching and getting off work on time was An Yi’s personal tradition.

"Goodbye, Instructor!"

The students scrambled to their feet one by one, bowing respectfully to An Yi.

After An Yi left, Houzi helped Zhang Qi up from the ground.

"Boss Qi, are you okay?" Houzi asked nervously.

Zhang Qi rotated his wrist—it was fractured. Even using spiritual pills to heal it would take at least a week to fully recover.

The entire elite class was quiet, everyone looking dispirited. Where was the pride of the so-called gifted ones now?

"This guy is really strong!"

Liu Yu climbed out from a pile of shattered desks, wiped the dust off his face, and looked serious.

The blue-haired girl Qiansui also revealed a grave expression in her beautiful eyes.

An Yi's appearance today had truly given these so-called geniuses a harsh lesson.

"One day, I'll defeat this guy with my own hands."

Zhang Qi's cyan-colored eyes flashed with fierce light.

"Don't waste your time daydreaming."

Ye Tian said flatly, picked up his Coiling Dragon Halberd, and strode out of the classroom.

An Yi wasn’t an ordinary person. Even from Ye Tian’s previous life perspective as Ye Nantian, this guy was terrifyingly eerie.

Otherwise, with his status as the half-god War Sovereign Ye, how could he willingly bow beneath someone else?

At that moment, Yan Kui, who had been knocked out with a chop to the neck, stumbled and got up from the ground.

"Dammit, I accidentally fell asleep. That pretty boy—did he get so scared when he saw his Grandpa Kui that he ran away?"

...

In the corridor of the Dongxuan Academy building.

Zi Yun stepped out of the elite class, hearing the respectful greetings from the students, and a look of surprise appeared in her beautiful eyes.

She had been teaching for several days, yet she'd never heard these troublesome students call any teacher "hello" voluntarily.

After An Yi came out, Zi Yun couldn't help but ask, "Instructor An Yi, are you alright?"

These elite students were no pushovers—all of them were at the Spirit Gathering stage, and a few of them were even stronger than some instructors.

Last time, Wu Huan had volunteered to teach the class.

During his very first session, he ended up beaten black and blue by the troublemakers in the class.

An Yi grinned. "Not bad. The kids were causing trouble earlier, so I just taught them a little about martial ethics. They found it useful, and now they're much more polite."

"It's true that young instructors like you have it easier—close in age to the students, so blending in isn't a problem."

Zi Yun said with a soft laugh.

Seeing that An Yi's clothes were clean and tidy, she figured nothing serious had happened.

After all, an instructor's personal charm played a big part in things like this.

An Yi waved his hand modestly. "We didn't really blend in. They're too weak—none of them could even put up a fight."

Zi Yun: "..."

What exactly had this guy done in there?

No wonder she’d seen a student's head crash through the window earlier.

"I've already relied on Old Tao—uh, I mean, my uncle—to arrange for me to be your assistant. From now on, the elite class is under our joint management."

An Yi said as he walked along.

Old Tao hadn't even said a word about it—An Yi had taken the liberty of arranging it himself.

At this point, it was just a matter of giving him a heads-up.

Zi Yun smiled. "Great, I was just wondering what to teach. I'm sure I'll learn a lot under Instructor An."

The pay for co-managing a class would go up by fifty percent. An Yi was clearly using the authority of being the dean's nephew to help her out—somewhat of a favor, though she didn’t really care about it.

An Yi walked alongside Zi Yun, lost in thought.

To be honest, at first, he had just wanted to find a place to settle down at Dongxuan Academy. While gathering information, he would participate in the Academy Tournament, become famous, and rally the members of the Asura Sect.

But after seeing these students, An Yi couldn't help but start having new ideas.

These were all excellent seeds. If he trained them well and brought them into the Asura Sect, they would be a major boost.

To be honest, relying on the current force of just over a thousand in the Asura Sect to shake the position of the gods of the Nine Heavens was incredibly tough.

Building up the sect had to continue.

"Zi Yun, you're not from the Dongling Empire, are you?"

An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Zi Yun beside him with curiosity in his eyes.

"You really can't fool me. I’m indeed not from the Dongling Empire."

Zi Yun’s expression changed slightly. She smiled and changed the subject. "I am older than you by a few years, though. Call me elder sister."

"Then, do you accept dating someone younger?" An Yi asked with eager eyes.

Zi Yun: "..."

Was this guy always this direct?

Once again struggling to change the subject, Zi Yun said, "By the way, have you heard about the Starfall Sea Area? A god is said to have descended there..."