"An Xiang?"
Hearing this name, the members of the Eastern Mystery Society looked utterly clueless.
They had never heard of this person before.
"Oho, so you're a teacher? That's interesting. Let me ask—what kind of teacher are you?"
Wan Feng sized up An Yi with a smug expression as he asked. His cruel demeanor didn't soften at all, even with An Yi claiming to be a teacher.
"I'm the homeroom teacher for the special recruitment class. That's them!"
An Yi quickly pointed at Zhang Qi and the others. "They can vouch for me. I really am a teacher."
Wan Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at An Yi in disbelief.
The badge wasn't fake.
But this kid was even younger than him—how did he become a teacher?
And for the special recruitment class, no less. No matter how he looked at it, Wan Feng found it hard to swallow.
Though he had no love for these troublesome freshmen, he knew that the special recruitment class students were no ordinary lot.
They were arguably the most talented class the Eastern Mystery Academy branch had ever seen.
Yet with all these geniuses gathered, the principal had put a guy younger than him in charge as the homeroom teacher!
What was the principal thinking?
Oh, right—maybe the principal was off scavenging for trash under a bridge and had no time to oversee school affairs.
"Teacher, huh?"
Wan Feng grinned provocatively. "The special recruitment freshmen disrespect their elders, repeatedly break school rules, and even tried to physically attack upperclassmen! That's a major offense! We, the Eastern Mystery Society, have the right to discipline them. Even a teacher showing up won't change that!"
His grin grew more sinister as he reached out and jabbed An Yi's chest. "Do you get that, little teacher?"
An Yi staggered back two steps, clutching his chest as if he'd been dealt a heavy blow. His face went pale, and he nearly fell over.
Ye Tian raised an eyebrow slightly. As if reading An Yi's mind, he quickly stepped forward to support him. "Sir—uh, I mean, Teacher An Xiang, are you okay?"
Wan Feng nearby was stunned.
He hadn't done anything! He just gave him a little poke.
Clutching his chest with a flushed face, An Yi said angrily, "I'm a teacher of this academy, no matter what. How dare you assault me!"
"I..."
Wan Feng was momentarily speechless.
This guy was blatantly framing him!
Wasn't that their own Eastern Mystery Society trick? How had he learned it?
Keep acting, why don't you!
Xu Qianqian quickly chimed in, "You ugly brute! How dare you strike a teacher? You're in big trouble!"
"Yeah, get ready to be expelled," Liu Yu sneered, twirling her short blade.
"Hey, Longhair, what's the penalty for assaulting a teacher?" An Yi asked Zhang Qi.
Zhang Qi thought for a moment. "Thirty lashes and expulsion from Eastern Mystery Academy."
An Yi stood up, brushing the dust off his hands. "So, can I carry out the punishment myself?"
"Probably..."
Zhang Qi wasn't sure either. After all, who actually memorized the school rules?
Smack!
Before Zhang Qi could finish, An Yi's palm had already landed hard on Wan Feng's face, with plenty of force behind it.
The loud slap left Wan Feng's head spinning.
For a moment, the whole world felt unreal to him.
"Forget the thirty lashes. One slap settles it—I'm doing this out of respect for my uncle."
An Yi shook his hand casually and spoke indifferently.
The Eastern Mystery Society members were frozen in shock.
Slapping Wan Feng in the face? How dare this guy...
Did he really think his teacher status gave him the right to do whatever he wanted?
They all knew that Wan Feng, at the peak of Qi Gathering, already surpassed most of the academy's teachers in strength.
"Great job, Teacher An Xiang!"
"Yeah, that slap really felt satisfying!"
The special recruitment class students cheered and jeered.
Though it was just one slap, An Yi hadn't held back.
Half of Wan Feng's face was already swollen, and blood trickled from his nose.
"I'll fucking..."
Wan Feng touched his swelling face, which felt like a steamed bun, and wiped the blood from his nose.
Rage surged through him, nearly blowing his top.
Having his face smacked in public—
He had never been so humiliated in his life!
"You're asking for death!"
Wan Feng grabbed An Yi by the collar and raised his fist.
Instantly, the special recruitment class students' eyes lit up.
Here came the good part!
An Yi showed no sign of panic. He flicked the bronze badge on his chest with a finger and said arrogantly, "Go ahead! My uncle is Principal Tao Ye himself. Try hitting me and see what happens!"
Old Tao might usually look like a trash-picking old man,
But as the branch principal of Eastern Mystery Academy, even the rulers of the Eastern Ling Empire had to show him some respect.
As the principal's own nephew, this identity alone let him strut around unchallenged!
Who would dare offend him?
Seeing the tense atmosphere, the Eastern Mystery Society members realized things were getting serious and began to urge caution.
"Old Wan, think twice. Impulse is the devil."
"No matter how low this guy is, he's still a teacher—you can't hit him!"
"Right, right. Besides, he's the principal's nephew. If you hit him, we'll all get expelled. We've been slogging for four or five years to get close to graduation."
Wan Feng, looking at his colleagues desperately trying to stop him, trembled with cold fury.
He had been publicly slapped, and these bastards were acting like nothing happened, worried only about whether they'd offend the principal's nephew.
So what if he was the principal's nephew!
What was getting expelled anyway? He wasn't afraid!
Wan Feng's fist hovered in the air, wavering. His eyes were bloodshot. For a long time, he hesitated, but the punch never landed.
Because he knew—if he threw that punch,
His five years at Eastern Mystery Academy would be wasted.
And whether he could maintain his current standing in his family was uncertain, especially with the fierce competition among the younger generation of the Wan family.
With a smug, annoying expression, An Yi taunted, "You coward! Hit me! I'm the principal's nephew. Go on, try it!"
The feeling of borrowing authority to bully others... damn, it felt great!
No wonder those rich second-generation jerks were so arrogant and obnoxious.
He suddenly understood that vibe!
"Haha, Old Wan, you're a spineless wimp!"
"What happened to that punching courage?"
"Go on, hit him! Don't make me look down on you!"
"You soft-bone, coward who bullies the weak only!"
The special recruitment class students joined in the jeering.
Wan Feng's eyes were blood-red as he saw the scornful looks from the other students in the training ground.
An indescribable rage welled up inside him.
"Hah!"
With a furious roar,
Wan Feng's fist, wrapped in rolling flames, aimed straight at An Yi's handsome face.
His peak Qi Gathering strength was fully displayed!
"Die!"
Thud!
Wan Feng's body shot back like a cannonball after being kicked, crashing hard into the training ground wall.
The violent impact left the surrounding students dumbfounded.
An Yi reached up and elegantly straightened his collar, then said slowly, "Everyone saw it—he swung first."
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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.
