Disturbance

The entire mountain was divided from bottom to top into the Ordinary Class, Key Class, Elite Class, and Golden Class. Without question, the Golden Class had the best spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the greatest allocation of cultivation resources, and the finest scenery.

Students from the lower classes were not permitted to enter the activity areas of the higher classes, while students from the higher classes could enter the areas of the lower classes. Every student in the academy took pride in being able to enter the Golden Class.

But honor was not permanent. The Academy Grand Competition was held once every two months. If someone from a lower class defeated someone from a higher class, they could be promoted, while the defeated student could only obediently be demoted.

After the Dean handed Bibi Han over to his homeroom teacher, he whispered a few words to him and then left.

During their exchange, Bibi Han clearly noticed the homeroom teacher's hand tremble when he took Bibi Han's file.

The homeroom teacher looked at Bibi Han and said calmly, "Bibi Han, come with me."

The two entered the classroom.

The homeroom teacher gestured to the substitute teacher before speaking. "Students, we have a new classmate joining our class today. His name is Bibi Han."

Once the homeroom teacher finished introducing him, every student's gaze fell on Bibi Han, and all sorts of voices entered his ears.

"Wow, he's so cute! His skin is so pale—I really want to pinch him."

"Tch, just a pretty boy. He's so small, he's definitely not even nine years old. He must have gotten in through connections."

During this, the homeroom teacher transmitted a message to the substitute teacher, whose body gave a slight shudder.

As they spoke, Bibi Han was also sweeping his gaze across the class. There were around thirty students. He also noticed the three people seated in the first row.

The one on the left had fiery red hair and an unruly air about him. When his eyes met Bibi Han's, he gave a disdainful snort before talking with the other two beside him.

Of the other two, the one in the middle was quite handsome, with a pattern like a Moon Mark beneath the outer corner of his right eye.

The last one was breathtakingly beautiful. Her orange hair flowed around her, and her entire body exuded a seductive charm that unconsciously drew people in, causing male hormones to surge.

But Bibi Han merely glanced at her before looking away, a deep disgust flashing through his eyes.

(The author will explain later why he dislikes Hu Liena. Readers who like Hu Liena, please don't drop the novel just because of this.)

The homeroom teacher said, "Bibi Han, introduce yourself."

"My name is Bibi Han."

After a while, the homeroom teacher asked, "That's it?"

Bibi Han turned to meet the homeroom teacher's eyes. "What else do you think I can say?"

The homeroom teacher recalled the file from earlier. A bead of sweat rolled down beside his ear as he gave an awkward smile.

"Then tell us about your future dream."

Bibi Han thought for a moment before saying, "That final goal is too ambitious, so I'll start with a small one."

"I want to become the strongest of the younger generation and casually crush whoever's in second place." (Except Qian Renxue and Na'er.)

"Wow!!" The entire class erupted. Casually crush whoever was in second place? What about everyone below second place? Could he just stomp on them at will?

"This brat's way too arrogant. After class, I'll beat him until even his Mother won't recognize him."

"This is supposed to be a small goal? Then what's his big goal? Being invincible under heaven? Beat him up. We have to beat him up and let him see that flowers can bloom in more than one shade of red."

"Hehe, what a nice goal."

The homeroom teacher and substitute teacher smiled awkwardly, because they knew that goal was real. At only seven and a half years old, with a cultivation level of rank 35, who else could achieve that?

The homeroom teacher then left.

"Alright, Bibi Han, find yourself a seat," the teacher said.

"Here, here! Sit next to me." A sweet, pleasant voice rang out. It came from Hu Liena, who waved to Bibi Han and pointed at the seat beside her.

As Spirit Hall's Saintess in the original story, Hu Liena certainly was not stupid. From some of the homeroom teacher's words and actions, she had analyzed the situation and confirmed that this Bibi Han before her was definitely a supreme genius. Combined with his flawless appearance, he naturally met her standards for choosing a partner. That was why this scene had occurred.

And if he was not, it was no big deal.

Because of Hu Liena's words, Bibi Han was immediately surrounded by the fiery gazes of every male student in the class. Hu Liena was their goddess. What right did some little brat who only knew how to boast have to receive their goddess's affection?

Bibi Han paid no attention at all to either the fiery gazes of the male students or Hu Liena's invitation. He headed toward an empty seat in the back row. Yan gave Bibi Han an approving look, but Bibi Han did not notice it in the slightest.

Bibi Han could not be bothered to lower himself to their level, but that did not mean he was unwilling to act. As for some brainless idiot who did not know his own limits and dared to stretch his leg into the aisle, trying to make him trip, Bibi Han simply stepped on it. He was currently wearing eight-hundred-jin cultivation equipment. If he had not held back, that one step would probably have given the idiot a comminuted fracture and left him in a wheelchair for life.

Even so, the guy kept wailing, and a patch of his leg immediately turned purple. Bibi Han ignored the furious glares from those around him and leisurely continued toward the empty seat.

The teacher did not interfere either, because he could not. Bibi Han had not been the one at fault first.

The teacher began the theory lesson. Bibi Han had learned this theory long ago, so he simply closed his eyes to rest and began cultivating.

After class, a group of people surrounded Bibi Han. He opened his eyes as well and quietly looked at them.

The person in the middle of the group spoke. "Kid, you're pretty arrogant, huh? How are you going to settle the score for injuring my brother?"

"Heh. So I injured him. So what? He brought it upon himself. He has no one else to blame."

"Get to the point. My time is valuable," Bibi Han said casually.

"Good, brat. Looks like you're asking for a beating. You deserve to get beaten for daring to talk to me like that."

A fist immediately came flying at him. Bibi Han gave a contemptuous smile. He did not even stand up, simply catching the fist before kicking the man in the stomach. The man's body lifted off the ground from Bibi Han's kick. Then Bibi Han grabbed his hand and flung him outward. The window shattered, and the man flew out.

"Big Brother! You dare hit our Big Brother? Get him!" one person roared.

Five or six people rushed at him. Bibi Han stood and charged toward one of them, though he really did not dare jump. With eight-hundred-jin equipment on him, what could possibly serve as a point of support in midair?

Bibi Han knocked one person out with a single punch. When facing the third, he used the Soul Power beam of the Eye of Truth.

In just thirty seconds, all five were lying on the ground.

Clap, clap. A fiery red-haired person applauded as he walked over. It was Yan. "Your speed and strength aren't bad. Interested in following me?"

Bibi Han glanced at Yan's face, filled with inexplicable confidence, then asked a student beside him, "Excuse me, are the next classes still theory lessons?"

That person looked at Bibi Han in some fear as he replied, "The whole morning is theory class—basic theory and combat theory."

"Stop, I understand."

"What about the afternoon?" Bibi Han asked again.

"In the afternoon, it's practical combat class."

Bibi Han nodded, thinking, Then I'll come back this afternoon.

Seeing himself ignored, Yan immediately became furious. As a candidate of the Golden Generation, other than when facing Hu Liena, when had Yan ever been treated like this? With his fire-attribute martial soul and violent temper, he naturally could not tolerate it. He threw a punch at Bibi Han.

Bibi Han merely raised his right hand and blocked Yan's fist, his entire body remaining perfectly still.

"What?!" Yan was somewhat shocked. Although he had not used his full strength in that punch, he had still used eighty percent of it. Yet it had been casually blocked just like that?

Bibi Han grabbed Yan's hand and pulled him forward, then struck toward Yan's face with his left hand. Yan hurriedly raised his left arm to block. But unfortunately, Bibi Han's left fist was a feint. His true attack was his left leg. He kicked upward into Yan's chest, sending Yan flying into the air. Yan slammed into the ceiling before falling back down.

Knowing that Yan had thick skin, Bibi Han had put considerable force into that kick. Yan lay sprawled on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

Bibi Han did not even spare the following events a glance. Instead, he walked out of the classroom to look for the dormitories.