New and Old Legacies, Ying Cong Panicked

"Holy shit, that's the latest Wendao M9, isn't it? Could it belong to some big shot from a Martial Hall?"

"So luxurious. I'm definitely joining a Martial Hall someday, driving a Wendao, and walking the road to a glorious life."

"Whose urine is yellow? Spray him awake."

"Not me. My blood sugar's high—I'm afraid he'll get a taste for sweetness."

"Ha ha..."

"Damn, that looks like... Senior Ye Fan..."

In the past, many first- and second-year students at Jiangning City First High had heard Ye Fan's name.

After all, the story of Madman Ye, the top grind king of the third year, was one everyone knew by heart.

Even if they had never seen Ye Fan before.

Today, however, the giant screen before the main school building, which usually displayed the school's achievements, repeatedly played Ye Fan's dashing figure slaughtering exotic beasts yesterday.

"Run! Grab the front row so we can soak up some of the great god's good fortune."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~

"Third Elder, you dropped your money."

"Fuck you. A good horse doesn't eat the grass behind it. If I turn around, I'm your grandson."

Jiangning City First High's gymnasium.

The gymnasium, which could hold several thousand people, was already packed to the brim.

However, Class 6 Grade 3 had been assigned seats in the very front, right in the center.

They were seated only behind the front row occupied by Martial Hall dignitaries, Education Bureau leaders, school officials, and other important figures.

All of this was because of Ye Fan.

Because Ye Fan was a member of Class 6 Grade 3 at Jiangning City First High.

Feeling the envious gazes cast their way by students from other classes and grades.

The students of Class 6 Grade 3 straightened their backs, feeling honored beyond measure. They were immensely proud.

Zhou Liang, whose group nickname was Spectacled Toad Gazing at the Swan, adjusted his glasses.

Proudly, he said, "Everyone, we owe this glory entirely to my godfather."

Sang Tiantian, the class beauty whose group nickname was Milk Tea Seven Percent Sweet, kept her beautiful eyes fixed on the entrance, flashing constantly.

"Why isn't Ye Fan here yet?"

Hearing this, Zhou Liang leaned closer, catching the faint fragrance in Sang Tiantian's hair.

Zhou Liang's thoughts ran wild as he said, "Father Ye texted me. He'll be here any moment."

Sang Tiantian's beautiful eyes lit up at once. "That's wonderful."

The boy whose group nickname was When Your Hair Reaches Your Waist, I'll Snip It with One Cut was a poker-faced, straight-laced steel man. He said, "Zhou Liang, your hair seems a little green."

Zhou Liang flew into a rage. "Fuck your daddy! Believe it or not, I'll have Father Ye beat the shit out of you."

Liu Lou, the skinny youngster whose group nickname was Dragon-Subduing Ten Slaps, had blazing eyes.

"Ye Fan has always been the goal I chased after. Now that he's even stronger, I hope I can receive his guidance."

The poker-faced straight-laced steel man said, "Ye Fan must be busy. Fat chance he has time to bother with you."

Liu Lou said, "Shut up. No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."

At this moment, a somewhat handsome youngster seated in the front row, wearing a gleaming Rolex, felt rather irritated.

He had deliberately put together today's outfit, yet no one had noticed it.

This person was Li Xian, whose group nickname was So Poor I Only Have Money, So Handsome I Want Plastic Surgery.

They were all talking about Ye Fan. It was annoying as hell.

"Quiet down. The Martial Hall, Education Bureau, and school leaders will be entering soon. Don't leave them with a bad impression."

Li Xian said coldly.

Yet he saw that most of the girls in the class looked as though they had fallen into lovesick trances.

They raised their heads toward the entrance, as though eagerly awaiting their prince on a white horse.

Yesterday, Zhou Liang had bragged to them that Father Ye had already joined the Star Martial Hall.

That was one of the Human Race's three great Martial Halls.

If nothing unexpected happened, Ye Fan would surely become a major figure of great importance in the future.

Compared to that, a local minor lineage like Li Xian's was hardly worth mentioning.

Before long, Wu Xie's squad from the Star Martial Hall, the Education Bureau director, and the school principal and department heads entered one after another.

They took their seats steadily in the first row.

"Look, who's that?"

"Godfather! Father Ye!"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed student from Class 6 Grade 3 was the first to spot Ye Fan striding into the gymnasium.

Zhou Liang, feeling honored beyond measure, excitedly shouted "Daddy" at the top of his lungs.

Some of the female students wanted to shout the same, but with so many people around, they were too embarrassed.

"Let us give a warm welcome to Class 6 Grade 3's Ye Fan, Jiangning City's newly risen Heroic Youth, as he enters!"

The grade director of Class 6 Grade 3 was a slightly plump man with a Mediterranean bald spot.

However, his voice was booming, and his emotions were full to the brim.

Holding a microphone, he immediately declared in a sonorous voice.

"Father Ye, you're fucking awesome!"

Zhou Liang shouted.

Clap, clap, clap~~

He took the lead in applauding.

The students of Class 6 Grade 3 in particular clapped with all their might.

The eyes of some of the female students sparkled.

After not seeing him for so long, Ye Fan seemed even taller and more handsome.

Old Ma, the homeroom teacher, and Old Fang, the martial arts teacher, both wore proud expressions.

Ye Fan was the most hardworking and diligent student they had ever seen.

They believed Ye Fan would surely become their proudest and most outstanding student.

"First, let us invite the Martial Hall's honored representative to speak."

The department head said passionately.

Wu Xie was the first to take the stage.

Wu Xie spoke about how Ye Fan had gained the Star Martial Hall's attention. He then encouraged the students below to strive upward with vigor, saying the gates of the Star Martial Hall would always be open to them...

Next came the Education Bureau leader, who affirmed Jiangning City First High's role as the leading banner of Jiangning City's education sector.

He praised Ye Fan and hoped that he would scale new heights in the upcoming Martial Unification Exam...

Finally came the school leaders, who offered encouragement to the third-year students.

They acknowledged Old Ma and Old Fang's contributions, hoping everyone would learn from Ye Fan and bring glory to Jiangning City First High...

A large red flower was slung diagonally across Ye Fan's chest. The tall youngster stood quietly and obediently to one side.

Sign-in successful. Reward: Enlightenment Points *2.

With two Enlightenment Points in the bag, Ye Fan was delighted.

Finally, amid the eager anticipation of the students, it was Ye Fan's turn to speak.

He first thanked the Martial Hall and the city Education Bureau leaders for coming to offer their guidance.

Then he thanked his alma mater, his homeroom teacher, martial arts teacher, and fellow students.

Hearing Ye Fan express such gratitude, everyone present wore smiles on their faces.

"Next, I will continue to work hard. In the coming Citywide Joint Examination in June and the Martial Unification Exam in July, I will fight with all my strength and bring honor to the school!"

Ye Fan raised his fist and declared with ringing force.

"Clap..."

Endless applause erupted from below the stage once more.

Of course, many television reporters were also present, recording this stirring scene.

"Ye Fan, everyone saw your prowess when you slaughtered exotic beasts yesterday. How about showing us your true strength now? Why don't you and I have a spar?"

Teacher Fang, the martial arts teacher, said to Ye Fan on the stage.

This time, he used the equal term "spar."

At once, the audience below erupted into an uproar, cheering in approval.

"At your command, Teacher."

Ye Fan bowed, a spark of battle intent rising in his eyes.

He took the wooden spear handed over by his teacher and sensed the flavor of old and new legacies passing from one to another...

At the same time.

Ying Cong, the specially recruited teacher from Jiangnan Martial University, had lost even the mood for last night's pleasures. He had barely slept the entire night.

Dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and the whole man looked unsettled and uncertain.

Because.

The video footage sent by Vice Principal Xiang Shan showed the very tall youngster who had nearly knelt before him and begged bitterly just days ago.

"How is this possible?!"

"Looks like I have to make a trip to Jiangning..."