The Bai Family's Tradition

Upon hearing about the Divine Power Compatibility Assessment Ceremony, Wuma Xiu frowned. This thing felt like it was tailor-made for him.

Was this just a way for him to show off?

While Wuma Xiu was lost in thought, Li Tongchen on the high platform had already finished explaining the precautions for the ceremony.

He drew something, and another holographic screen unfolded, and everything around the classroom began to subtly change.

This classroom is specially designed; for each lesson, a corresponding scenario is generated based on the teacher's teaching needs.

For example, in history class, as the history teacher explains, corresponding virtual images will appear around them.

The homeroom teacher of the first class, Li Tongchen, mainly taught Theology.

Yes, Theology.

Many years ago, he was just an ordinary researcher obsessed with Theology.

At that time, Gods were just legends in books for people.

Then one day,

He woke up to find the whole world had changed.

The revival of the Moon God is just the beginning.

Then, one Gods after another awoke from their slumber.

At that moment, he received an invitation from Federation First High School to become a teacher.

With his outstanding teaching and research achievements, he worked his way up to become the head teacher of the first class.

He only needs to teach a few classes on weekdays, and he can arrange his own time the rest of the time. Most importantly, he has full access to the library resources of Federation First High School.

To be honest, that's exactly why Li Tongchen accepted the invitation in the first place.

As a researcher, he used to have very few resources available to him.

Now, he has complete access to Classics, Secret Archives, and firsthand materials in the entire academy.

This was something he had always dreamed of.

"Today I'm going to tell you the story of the God of Wealth. But before I begin, could you all share your understanding of the God of God of Wealth?"

As soon as Li Tongchen finished speaking, Wuma Xiu felt the person next to him move.

The next second, the white-haired boy stood up abruptly.

"Teacher, I'll go."

Everyone was taken aback.

It's worth noting that when the homeroom teacher talked about other Gods, this "White Great Demon King" never spoke up, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

Why did you suddenly stand up today and even volunteer?

Li Tongchen was also somewhat surprised, but then he suddenly remembered that the other party's surname was Bai and that he came from the Bai Family. His family had a long-standing tradition, so it wasn't surprising.

He nodded quickly:

"Then, please tell us, Bai, what your understanding of the God of Wealth."

This boy, privately known as the "White-Haired Great Demon King" by his classmates in Class One, was surnamed Bai, and his full name was Bai Qiuyu. After standing up, he spoke almost without pausing, rattling off a long string of words.

"The God of Wealth is the Gods who oversees worldly God of Fortune and the flow of wealth. Ancient texts record that..."

Bai Qiuyu spoke eloquently, from the origin of the God of Wealth to the evolution of beliefs, from folk worship to the attribution of Authority of the God of Wealth lineage in the Divine Realm.

At first, the students listened attentively, but ten minutes passed and he still hadn't stopped.

Twenty minutes passed, and he still didn't stop.

The students were exasperated by Bai Qiuyu's monologue, which sounded like he was chanting a mantra. They exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes conveying the same thought: how come they hadn't noticed before that this White Great Demon King, Bai, was so talkative?

Half an hour later, Bai Qiuyu finally stopped.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he picked up the water glass on the table, took a slow sip, put it down, and spoke again.

A new round of nagging begins, starting from the beginning.

Li Tongchen, on the high platform, did not interrupt from beginning to end.

He brought a small stool from the side of the podium, sat down, crossed his legs, and listened with great interest. As he listened, he flipped through his notes, adding a few strokes every now and then.

Bai Qiuyu's narration gradually shifted from the origin of the God of God of Wealth to more specific details.

The real God of Wealth is not as described in ancient books.

"He is not covered in jewels, nor does he wear a golden crown, hold a jade ruyi, stand on a gold ingot, or have a treasure bowl standing beside him."

"He will not hang high above the temple, looking down on all living beings, accepting offerings and incense."

"He is everywhere, yet nowhere to be found..."

"Ding--"

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

A class period has passed just like that.

Li Tongchen, who was supposed to be giving a lecture, was startled back to his senses by the ringing of the bell and realized that he hadn't said a single word from beginning to end, and had listened to Bai Qiuyu talk the whole time.

Even he felt a hint of embarrassment on his face.

He stood up, coughed lightly twice, drawing the attention of the students back to him, and began to speak:

"Bai's explanation was very comprehensive; the teacher was completely absorbed. Excellent, very excellent. There are many things that even the teacher only knows a little about. Bai, you are very impressive."

As he was about to announce the end of class, his gaze fell upon the new face beside Bai Qiuyu, and he added:

"Xiu is new here, everyone please take good care of him and don't bully him. Okay, get out of class dismissed."

After saying that, he picked up his lesson plan and quickly walked out of the classroom.

After class, several students who were curious about Wuma Xiu surrounded him, bombarding him with questions.

"Excuse me, where are you from?"

"Why did you only transfer to our class now?"

Do you have a girlfriend? Or... do you have a boyfriend?

Hearing these words, Wuma Xiu felt as if he were in another world.

It seemed like he hadn't experienced this kind of life in a very, very long time.

That vibrant, simple, and energetic atmosphere, like a long-lost breeze, stirred something deep within his heart.

After graduating and entering the workforce, he discovered that many things were different from what he had imagined.

Some things we once longed for have shattered like dream bubbles, fragile and laughable.

Only by truly entering society will one realize how precious everything from one's student days was.

The people and things back then were incredibly pure.

Surrounded by so many people, Wuma Xiu responded to each one with a smile.

He handled these situations with ease.

But just two minutes later, Bai Qiuyu next to him seemed to have reached his limit. He, who had been looking down at the terminal, suddenly raised his head and glanced around expressionlessly.

With just one glance, the surrounding students immediately fell silent and shrunk back to their seats.

They weren't without connections, and they considered themselves exceptionally intelligent, but in front of this "White Great Demon King," they still dared not act recklessly in the slightest.

People may envy those who are slightly more capable than themselves, but when the other person's skill level becomes so high that envy automatically transforms into admiration and awe.

Wuma Xiu glanced at him sideways and suddenly felt that the man looked somewhat familiar.

He was certain he had never seen the other person before, but the more he looked at that face, the more it resembled "Bai Zhuyu"?

Could it be his son?

"What's your name?" he asked casually.