My Homeroom Teacher Wasn't Human!

A body nearly two meters long, amber eyes, and whiskers that trembled slightly with each breath.

Anyone seeing this creature for the first time, if they ignored the orange fur streaked with dark brown stripes, would take it for a tiger.

"Meow!"

Noticing Jiang Chuan's gaze, the tiger-like beast let out a cry at him.

Carrying a lunchbox, Ji Min—dressed in a beige trench coat and with an oval face—raised a hand and waved it before Jiang Chuan's eyes.

"Did the crash knock something loose in your head? How do you not even recognize the Great Bureau Chief?"

"My brain wasn't damaged."

Jiang Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose. The world had changed too much, and he could not accept it all at once.

In his memories, the Great Bureau Chief had merely been a chubby big orange tabby.

Yet now it had become a huge, fat orange tiger!

"Mom, I was attacked by followers of the Blood Sea Divine Cult. I don't think the hospital is very safe. I want to go back to school to recover. Help me take care of the discharge procedures."

Jiang Chuan felt that his parents were both ordinary people. Even if they knew he had become a sacrifice of the Blood Sea Divine Cult, they would be unable to solve anything and would only worry more.

"These evil cults of the Blood Sea Divine Cult are getting more and more rampant."

Ji Min gritted her teeth. "Once we get back, I'll tell your dad to send out more drones for reconnaissance these next few days."

"Drones?" Jiang Chuan looked astonished.

"How could you forget that your dad is an instructor for the City Lord's Mansion Aviation Drone Patrol Team? Maybe you should stay in the hospital for a few more days." Ji Min looked worried.

Jiang Chuan had not expected that, in this world, his biological father Jiang Huai'an had gone from being a driving school instructor to teaching people how to fly drones.

Recalling that one of the three main subjects at Nandu Immortal Gate First High School was "Practical Coordination of Thermal Weapons and Cultivators," Jiang Chuan guessed that cultivators in this world fought alongside weapons such as drones, grenade launchers, and tanks.

After once again insisting that he was fine, Jiang Chuan dragged his mother off to handle the discharge procedures.

Because there were too many evil cults and Demonic Cultivators who killed without blinking, Nandu First Hospital only approved the discharge after repeatedly confirming that Ji Min truly was Jiang Chuan's mother. Even then, it still required the signature of his attending physician, Lai Qingfeng.

Since Lai Qingfeng had already gotten off work, Jiang Chuan ultimately spent another night trembling with fear in Nandu First Hospital.

The next day, after eating the breakfast Ji Min had brought him and retrieving his phone, Jiang Chuan found Lai Qingfeng to sign the papers and fully completed his discharge procedures.

Then, escorted by the Great Bureau Chief, Jiang Chuan headed for Nandu Immortal Gate First High School.

Nandu Immortal Gate First High School was vastly different from the high school in Jiang Chuan's memories.

A gray wall two meters high wound around the school's Teaching Building like a long dragon.

Barbed wire snaked down from the top of the wall, gleaming with a cold light and looking especially glaring beneath the sun.

Rather than a school, Nandu Immortal Gate First High School looked more like a heavily guarded fortress to Jiang Chuan.

Still, it eased some of the worries in his heart regarding the Blood Sea Divine Cult.

After explaining matters to the soldiers stationed at First High School and having them verify his identity, Jiang Chuan entered Immortal Gate First High School.

Inside Immortal Gate First High School, the differences from Jiang Chuan's memories were not particularly great.

Teaching Buildings covered in orange-red tiles, a football field blanketed in grass, and dust-covered ping-pong tables.

The only difference was that Jiang Chuan saw a whole pile of artillery.

Grenade launchers, cannons, mortars, and artillery of every caliber were casually piled in every corner of Immortal Gate First High School.

Jiang Chuan's eye twitched slightly. "These artillery pieces could fight a local war. They can't just be teaching tools, can they?"

The more he thought about it, the more convinced Jiang Chuan became that they were.

Before his transmigration, many countries equipped an army of over ten thousand men with only seventy or eighty grenade launchers and a dozen or so rocket launchers.

Normally, a single grenade launcher required six or seven people to operate it. But cultivators could use Divine Sense to control dozens or even hundreds of artillery pieces, allowing one person to unleash the firepower of an entire army!

The moment he reached the door of First Year Class 42, Jiang Chuan saw Wei Dong carrying an empty trash can toward the classroom.

Wei Dong asked in surprise, "Jiang Chuan, you got discharged so quickly?"

"I got started with the Great Sun Slaughtering God Technique, and then my injuries healed." Jiang Chuan explained.

"Since when did the Great Sun Slaughtering God Technique have healing effects?"

Wei Dong looked utterly bewildered before shock appeared on his face. "What?! You said you got started with the Great Sun Slaughtering God Technique?!"

"Is the Great Sun Slaughtering God Technique hard to cultivate?"

Jiang Chuan recalled what had happened while he was cultivating. "I thought it was pretty easy to get started."

Wei Dong was so jealous that he nearly crushed his molars. "I haven't even sensed the Transcendent Factor yet. You tell me whether it's hard or not?! You hateful Talent Dog!"

The two entered the classroom through the back door. Wei Dong set the trash can beside the door, then went with Jiang Chuan to sit in the last row.

Sitting at the red wooden desk by the window, Jiang Chuan always felt that something was missing.

Then he realized that his desk lacked two stacks of books.

To relive his high school days, Jiang Chuan decided to buy two stacks of notebooks after class and put them on his desk.

Ding-ling! Ding-ling! Ding-ling!

"Dongzi, what's our first class?"

"Let me check the timetable. Cultivation class. It's about cultivation basics and teaching us experience in cultivating the Great Sun Slaughtering God Technique. Our homeroom teacher is teaching it."

"Old Wu?"

A middle-aged man with a buzz cut, carrying a bottle of Happy Water wherever he went, appeared in Jiang Chuan's mind.

"I wonder whether Old Wu has changed at all in this world?"

Amid a burst of dense footsteps, a turtle standing upright like a human entered the classroom under Jiang Chuan's gaze. It was about one and a half meters tall, entirely green, and carried a bottle of Happy Water in one claw.

Jiang Chuan: ???

What the hell was this?

How had homeroom teacher Wu Jing become a bas... turtle?

No, my homeroom teacher was a turtle?

"Class begins."

Wu Jing walked to the podium and set down the Happy Water in his hand.

"Stand."

Jiang Chuan instinctively rose with the rest, and then all fifty students in the class said in unison, "Good morning, Teacher."

"What's going on? Why is our homeroom teacher a demonic beast?" Jiang Chuan quietly asked Wei Dong.

"Not a demonic beast. Our homeroom teacher is an immortal demon from the North Sea Realm, which is friendly with humans. Since Great Xia is short on cultivators, he was specially hired to teach here and pass on cultivation methods," Wei Dong answered quietly.

"Last night, I had everyone go home and cultivate the Great Sun Slaughtering God Technique. Those who did not sense the Transcendent Factor, raise your hands and let me see."

The moment Wu Jing finished speaking, the overwhelming majority of First Year Class 45 raised their hands in unison.

Only four people were exceptions.

After Wu Jing briefly looked over the three people in the front row who had not raised their hands, his gaze fell on Jiang Chuan, and a trace of surprise surfaced in his eyes.

"This student named Jiang Chuan was in a car accident yesterday, yet his injuries healed today and he is already sitting here. With that recovery ability, and the fact that he can sense the Transcendent Factor, could he have some kind of Special Physique?"

Thinking this, Wu Jing spoke. "Students, put your hands down. Do you know why you cannot sense the Transcendent Factor?"