“Ahem, ahem…” The teacher at the academy cleared his throat at the door, breaking the tense standoff.
“Little Uncle Li, class is about to start.
Why don’t you head back to your seat?” This teacher was a disciple from the main peak.
In terms of seniority, he had to call the sect leader ‘Grand-Uncle’.
The brat in front of him was technically his little uncle, so no matter how old he was, he was still the junior.
Besides, this little uncle’s reputation as a troublemaker was already infamous throughout the sect.
When it came to these messy situations, he could only turn a blind eye.
What else could he do? Was he supposed to scold his uncle? In the end, who would be scolding whom was anyone’s guess.
“Tch.” The king of brats, Li Youxi, shot Wen Jiayin a fierce glare, then reluctantly plopped down in the row behind her, making quite a racket as she did so, startling Zhi Chang’an, who was sitting next to Wen Jiayin.
Whose brat was this, so arrogant? Even the teacher had to call her ‘Little Uncle’, and she clearly didn’t give the teacher any face at all.
As for the teacher… with that one-eye-open, one-eye-closed attitude, he was clearly not someone you could count on.
Wen Jiayin took out the textbook she’d prepared from her storage pouch—a rare paper book.
Since most of the kids here were ordinary people who hadn’t even stepped through the sect’s gates, everyone used the standard textbooks.
“Plop.” Halfway through class, a small, inconspicuous paper ball landed in Wen Jiayin’s lap.
Wen Jiayin glanced sideways at Zhi Chang’an.
So her timid-looking deskmate actually knew how to pass notes.
She opened the note.
It read: “Li Youxi is already at the fifth level of Qi Refining.
Just avoid her.
Next time, pick a different seat.
Thanks for helping me earlier.”
Fifth level of Qi Refining? That’s not much higher than me.
With the sword my master gave me, and that flame that can burn even a Tribulation cultivator’s skin, my chances of winning are pretty high.
I don’t even need to call for my master’s help.
Wen Jiayin remembered what Xinyun had said before she left: “Jiayin, if anyone bullies you at the academy, make sure to tell your master.
I’ll make sure they never dare touch you again.”
With such a powerful backer behind her, she really felt like she could win just by lying down.
She could walk sideways in Jingdao Sect now.
At worst, Wen Jiayin touched the string of jade beads on her wrist—these were all lethal weapons, sealed with her master’s sword energy.
No, no, it’s not worth using these on a brat.
Her master was honestly perfect, the teacher of her dreams. Wasn’t this exactly the gentle master she’d always wanted? As for whoever said she’d never acknowledge the female lead as her master… Wen Jiayin thought, who was that? So blind, definitely not me.
By comparison, the male lead who hadn’t even shown up yet was like a disgusting bug.
Someone please bring down justice and destroy the male lead! The better her master treated her, the more Wen Jiayin felt Xinyun didn’t deserve that tragic fate.
How could she change her master’s destiny? After thinking it over, Wen Jiayin decided the best way was to make the male lead—the one responsible for her master’s future misery—disappear! As for how to do it, she’d have to think carefully.
Luckily, there was still plenty of time.
Wen Jiayin smiled sweetly while plotting terrible things.
Zhi Chang’an had her head almost buried in her textbook.
She didn’t dare look up.
Nearly everyone around her was one of Li Youxi’s lackeys.
If she so much as raised her head, she’d see their mocking, sneering faces.
She was a half-demon with an unknown father.
Ever since the last demon emperor’s blunders soured relations with the human race, things had been tense between demons and humans.
As a half-blood, she was discriminated against by both sides.
Her deskmate, who’d helped her a few days ago, hadn’t moved after she passed the note.
Maybe she’d taken her words to heart.
Zhi Chang’an’s eyes reddened.
For someone like her, just surviving was enough.
Friends were a luxury—why force it?
“Plop.” Another little paper ball hit her on the head.
Zhi Chang’an hurriedly grabbed it, then cautiously glanced at the teacher still lecturing up front.
Seeing he hadn’t noticed, she used her book as cover and opened the note.
It read—Got it.
Then a second note flew over—Sorry for hitting your head!
A third—Brought lots of Fasting Pills today, I’ll share half with you after class.
A fourth—I’m not a big fan of Fasting Pills, actually.
I’m a pretty good cook, want to try my food sometime?
A fifth—That brat behind us is really annoying, but don’t worry, my master can totally beat her up.
A sixth—She passed me a note too, so annoying and clueless, but I love watching her rage helplessly~
A seventh, an eighth…
Before Zhi Chang’an could even finish replying to Wen Jiayin’s first note, the pile of paper balls from next door was already stacking up.
The speed was so fast it made her question reality.
Her own writing was missing strokes left and right, but how was this person writing so quickly? And the writing left black powder on her fingers—what was that?
She looked over in disbelief and saw her still-unnamed deskmate writing with something like a sharpened charcoal stick, not only passing her notes but even finding time to write replies to Li Youxi behind them.
Li Youxi’s face was turning blue with anger.
Zhi Chang’an had never seen her this mad before.
Usually, she was the one making others angry.
This was definitely not going to end well.
Zhi Chang’an clutched the notes in her hand, racking her brain for a solution.
Wen Jiayin had helped her once; she wanted to help her get through this too.
She’d never felt time pass so quickly.
Before she could come up with a plan, the teacher announced the end of class.
“Bang!” The moment the teacher stepped out, the irritable king of brats kicked over a chair.
After that, most of the kids in the classroom bolted, except for Wen Jiayin and Zhi Chang’an, Li Youxi and her lackeys, and Chu Mingqi’s group.
Chu Mingqi had always been a high-and-mighty noble.
Her arrogance was obvious from her behavior.
After becoming the disciple of Chuyun Peak’s master, she got even more cocky—until the day before, when Li Youxi pinned her to the ground and beat her up.
Li Youxi might be arrogant, but she really was the most talented and powerful of the new disciples, and the sect leader’s personal disciple to boot.
Her status and strength were both higher than Chu Mingqi’s.
Even Chuyun Peak’s master had downplayed the incident.
Since then, Chu Mingqi had to lower her head whenever she saw Li Youxi.
She was unwilling, but without even having drawn in spiritual energy, there was no way she could beat Li Youxi.
All her grievances had to be swallowed, but she believed that one day, she’d get her revenge.
“Hmph.” Chu Mingqi snorted, packed up her things, and left the classroom, her lackeys following behind.
Now the classroom was empty.
Li Youxi’s gang surrounded Wen Jiayin and Zhi Chang’an, except for one person.
“L-Little Uncle, this is Xinyun Shishu’s disciple.
Your master and Xinyun Shishu get along really well, so let’s not make things ugly…” The girl who’d been scared witless by Xinyun the other day immediately thought of Xinyun’s terrifying gaze when she saw Wen Jiayin.
No matter who got hurt, it wouldn’t end well for them, so she had to try to stop it.
The others hesitated when they heard Wen Jiayin was the only disciple of Lingjian Peak’s Shishu.
Li Youxi might dare to fight, but they didn’t.
If the sect leader decided to use them as scapegoats to appease Lingjian Peak’s anger, they’d have nowhere to cry.
“I don’t care where she’s from.
You useless losers, get out of my way.” Li Youxi waved her hand, sending her lackeys aside.
“You!” Li Youxi pointed at Wen Jiayin.
“You’ve got guts, huh? Want to duel me? I’ll give you what you want.”
She slapped her hand on the desk, pinning down a few of Wen Jiayin’s notes.
Her cute little face was twisted with rage—no one had ever provoked her like this before.
“Forget it.
I just heard you’re the sect leader’s disciple, so you must have a lot of good stuff on you.
If you can’t win, you’ll just throw out some protective charm from your elders.
That’s boring.
I’m not wasting my time on you.” Wen Jiayin shook her head.
“…Bullshit! When have I ever used my master’s stuff against others? I never take advantage of people in a spar!” Wen Jiayin’s slightly disdainful look stabbed right at Li Youxi’s pride.
To prove she wasn’t lying, she even took out a delicate bracelet from her storage pouch.
“This is a Spirit-Limiting Ring.
I can suppress my cultivation to match yours.
I’ll only use my own weapon.
How about it? Since you’re Little Uncle’s disciple, your weapon can’t be bad.
If you don’t have one, I won’t use mine either.” Li Youxi was getting anxious, while Wen Jiayin was delighted.
“You’ve said so much, I guess I can’t refuse.
Fine, the courtyard outside is big enough.
Let’s fight out there.” It was a good chance to test her training.
Just as Wen Jiayin was about to head out, Zhi Chang’an grabbed her sleeve.
“She’s really skilled.” Zhi Chang’an was worried.
Li Youxi caused trouble every day and had been disciplined by her seniors countless times, picking up lots of combat tricks.
She wasn’t some pushover.
Even with all her self-imposed restrictions, Wen Jiayin, new to the cultivation path, might not be her match.
“Don’t worry.” Wen Jiayin smiled at Zhi Chang’an and patted her shoulder.
“I’ve got this.”
The two of them went out to the courtyard, standing pretty close.
Wen Jiayin looked at the even angrier Li Youxi, wondering if she’d done anything to deserve it.
Was this kid a pressure cooker or something?
“Can we start?” Li Youxi adjusted her Spirit-Limiting Ring and glared at Wen Jiayin.
“Ready when you are.
Let’s go.” Wen Jiayin’s smile grew wider.
Li Youxi sensed something was off, but before she could react, Wen Jiayin, who’d been just a few steps away, was suddenly right in her face—so fast she didn’t even have time to dodge!
“Bang!” The sound of a punch landing.
The onlookers were stunned—Wen Jiayin had actually punched Li Youxi in the stomach and knocked her flat!
That punch, wrapped in spiritual energy, packed a punch that would wake anyone up.
Wen Jiayin didn’t hold back as she launched her next attack.
Girl, you’re a spell cultivator, and you dared to get this close to a sword cultivator for a brawl? You’re really something, huh?
