The Brains of the Operation (Continued)

"It's too late for you to learn now, unless you set your sights on your next life."

"I refuse to accept this. I was born after defeating hundreds of billions of brothers and sisters. Why should I be inferior to others?"

The noble student blushed and tried to argue back, but he had already become a clown, and no one listened to him. He could only sit back down.

Fu Gu stood up and said, "My friend, please put yourself in their shoes. If you became Spirit Transformation cultivator, wouldn't you want your descendants to benefit from your guidance?"

Si Ming understood for a moment and said, "If I have children, the wealth and connections I leave behind will be enough to protect them. Compared to ordinary people's children, they will undoubtedly win at the starting line. If they still fail to succeed, it proves they are useless and should just live a life of idleness. Why waste the country's resources to raise such parasites?"

"Isn't giving special consideration to the descendants of those who work hard also a form of fairness?"

"Fairness is relative. France's policies may be considered fair, but the policies of the Su State are undoubtedly fairer. Just as a slave society is more advanced than a primitive society, who would want to go back to a slave society?"

"Leaving aside the existence of powerful Aristocratic Clan aristocratic families in Su State, the children of those wealthy families receive a better education and are more likely to become martial arts masters than children from ordinary families. Isn't that also a victory of the 'talent of birth'? How is it any different from our aristocratic system?"

"Of course there's a difference. To use a race as an analogy, ordinary people learn running techniques on their own, while scions of the Aristocratic Clan families receive instruction in running techniques. They might even ride bicycles instead of running on their own two legs. But regardless, they all start from the starting line and must run the same distance to reach the finish line. Nobles, on the other hand, are already at the finish line from birth. This is clearly unfair."

This simple and easy-to-understand metaphor immediately resonated with many ordinary students.

"That's right, what right do nobles born at the finish line have to talk about fairness?"

"I don't expect you to run on two legs like us, I only ask that you stand on the starting line like us. How is that too much to ask?"

"You guys are skilled and run faster than me, so I'll accept my defeat gracefully. But I'm clearly faster and more skilled than you, so why did you reach the finish line before me? Is it just because you were born into a better family?"

Just when the situation on the field was completely one-sided, a dignified voice suddenly rang out.

"If you had the opportunity to become nobles, would you still maintain your current stance?"

Many students wanted to answer "Of course" without hesitation, but after realizing who the voice belonged to, they all hesitated and stopped themselves.

Si Ming looked up and saw a man around twenty-seven years old walk in through the back door of the classroom. The man's eyes were bright and his demeanor was arrogant. He looked about six-tenths like Wei Tianyang, but he was more mature and had a stronger sense of pressure. Many students looked at him and then looked away like frightened animals.

The man turned his gaze toward the podium. Si Ming met his eyes and had to admit that the man was indeed authoritative and clearly the kind of powerful figure who had long held a high position.

However, for Si Ming now, it's just so-so.

In terms of power, even the Emperor of France might not be as powerful as the leader of the martial arts alliance in the Western Martial World of the Barbarian Continent; in terms of martial arts, although this person has profound energy and Internal Cultivation at least at level ten, which would make him a martial arts genius at his age, he is still someone that Si Ming can kill with a single punch.

If you can control someone's life and death, then no matter how noble their background or how powerful their connections, they will not exert any pressure on you.

During their brief eye contact, the man seemed to have noticed Si Ming's extraordinary nature. He turned his gaze back in a very natural way, as if it had just been an unintentional action, and then slowly walked forward. When he passed the front door, his eyes met Wei Tianyang's.

Wei Tianyang smiled slightly and greeted him, "Second Brother, what brings you here?"

The man snorted but didn't answer, displaying an arrogant attitude. Wei Tianyang wasn't angry and continued to smile, seemingly not feeling embarrassed at all. His smile was quite similar to Hu Jixian's.

"It's the Second Prince. Why did he suddenly come? He's the head of the Finance Department, he has no authority over our Law Department, does he?"

"The Third Prince is here too. When did he start standing at the door? How come you didn't even notice?"

"The atmosphere between the two princes is tense, almost like they're about to fight. Could they be about to come to blows?"

"You're overthinking it. That's just how they usually are; after all, there's only one seat..."

The second prince ignored the murmurs of the crowd, stood on the platform, glanced at the debate topic written on the blackboard, snorted disdainfully, and said, "A pointless argument. This topic has been debated for hundreds of years without a conclusion. Instead of wasting your time on pointless arguments, you should focus on your cultivation and strive to become nobles as soon as possible. Then you will change your stance and forget what you said today."

This incisive argument pierced the hearts of ordinary students, tantamount to saying, "You fight corruption because you're not officials; once you become officials, you won't fight corruption."

The students of the Codex University were already proud and arrogant, with a self-esteem that "disdains wealth and status and looks down on kings and nobles." Moreover, in a world with extraordinary martial arts, the majesty of imperial power was far different from that of the imperial power in the ordinary world. Immediately, some students stood up to protest.

"Second Prince, you underestimate me. My original intention has nothing to do with my status. Even if I become a nobleman, I will still fight to eliminate noble privileges."

"Second Prince, I can answer your question very clearly—of course I can!"

"The second prince, having long held a high position and become accustomed to dealing with power and profit, probably doesn't know what ideals are like."

One by one, the commoner students stood up. Although they dared not meet the other's gaze when they were alone, they were not afraid of the Second Prince's majesty when they stood with a group behind them, not to mention that the Third Prince was also standing on their side.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?"

Fu Gu shouted, leading a large group of noble students to stand behind the Second Prince, bolstering his prestige.

Just as the two sides were about to engage in a war of words, the Second Prince suddenly raised his hand to silence the crowd. He then addressed the commoner students, saying, "I will only say one thing: whoever steps forward and kneels before me will be granted the last Tiger Guard Captain position."

The commoner student was stunned. As a prince, the other party did indeed have the power to appoint Tiger Guards. Generally, depending on the prince's status, there were one to five such appointments. Once a prince became a Tiger Guard, he would automatically receive a noble title and become a member of the nobility.

Upon receiving the signal, Fu Gu immediately reminded him, "There's only one spot available; it's for the first hero to step forward."

"Second Prince, you underestimate us. We will not..."

Before he could finish speaking, a man stepped forward, knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and said, "I am willing to serve the Second Prince."

The second prince nodded, patted the other's shoulder, and said, "I keep my word. Come to the palace to see me in three days. From then on, you will be a nobleman. Remember to sever ties with your old friends."

He then looked up, gave a disdainful smile, as if to say, "Just as I thought."

The ordinary students immediately erupted in uproar, pointing at the kneeling man and hurling insults at him.

"Tian Yi! You treacherous traitor, I misjudged you!"

"Tian Yi, do you really think that by serving as a lackey for the nobility, they'll consider you one of them? Keep dreaming!"

"You're the epitome of a servile, lowly, and obsequious scoundrel!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Tian Yi immediately turned around and cursed, "First come, first served! You're all just jealous that I was the fastest! I wasn't the only one who wanted to step forward, but unfortunately, I wasn't as decisive as you!"