Ma Feifei Was About to Call on Someone

"Da da da"

Suddenly, a light footstep sound came from behind, which could be heard very clearly in the quiet night.

Zhang Yunji turned his head and saw that Baili Chuxue had returned, holding a small bowl with steam Levitate from it.

Baili Chuxue knelt down beside Zhang Yunji, handed him the bowl, and said, "Husband, are you hungry? This is venison porridge I cooked myself, please try it."

Zhang Yunji subconsciously took the bowl that Baili Chuxue handed him, and a warm feeling suddenly washed over him.

Looking at his wife, Zhang Yunji's inexplicable irritation suddenly disappeared, and he said softly, "You've worked hard."

Baili Chuxue shook her head and said gently, "It's not hard work, it's my husband who's worked hard. Drink it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it gets cold, and it will have a fishy taste."

Zhang Yunji smiled and nodded, then put down his pen and began to drink the deer porridge.

Five minutes later, the porridge was finished.

Zhang Yunji took the handkerchief Baili Chuxue handed him, wiped his mouth, and said, "Alright, it's getting late, you should go back to your room and rest."

Baili Chuxue remained as gentle as ever, saying, "I'll stay here with my husband."

Zhang Yunji paused for a moment, then turned to look at Baili Chuxue.

Her stunningly beautiful face showed a hint of weariness, yet her eyes were filled with tenderness and determination.

Zhang Yunji couldn't help but reach out and touch Baili Chuxue's face, nodding and saying, "Okay!"

After uttering this word, Zhang Yunji felt that his state of mind was somewhat different. He turned around, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and copied the Analects again. He found that his understanding of the Analects was different again; and he was also much faster than before.

The night was cool and still; the hall was dimly lit and silent.

A gentle breeze drifted into the hall, causing the lights to flicker and two shadows on the floor to dance.

The next day was a beautiful day.

Early in the morning, the sun was already high in the sky.

The once silent Dubian Town has become bustling again.

At nine o'clock sharp, the Mysterious Bookstore opened its doors.

It seems unaffected; there are still so many people, it's still so lively, and the Mysterious Bookstore is still incredibly popular.

Although the news of the Mysterious Bookstore moving the tomb of Emperor Chu the Conqueror has spread throughout Dubian Town, the matter is still unresolved, and no one can say for sure that the copy of the Tomb of the Hegemon is the actual tomb of Emperor Chu the Conqueror.

And even if that's the case, so what? This is a world where strength reigns supreme. Your Great Chu couldn't even protect the graves of your own Ancestor, and they got moved. You can only blame yourself for being incompetent; you can't blame anyone else.

Today, a strange phenomenon even occurred: the first thing people did when they entered the Bookstore was to look for "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles," making it incredibly popular, even surpassing other pornographic books.

"This is strange! Why does everyone still want to enter the <Tomb of the Hegemon> dungeon?" Some cultivators were puzzled by this.

A passing cultivator overheard this and stopped, saying, "What are you afraid of? Afraid that if you go in and kill Emperor Chu the Conqueror, the Chu Kingdom family will hold you accountable?"

"That's Xiang Yu, the Emperor Chu the Conqueror!" the cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

The passing cultivator shook his head and said, "First of all, it's still uncertain whether it's Emperor Chu the Conqueror inside. This is just speculation based on the prince's behavior yesterday. After all, we've never seen Emperor Chu the Conqueror, have we? Secondly, even if it is Emperor Chu the Conqueror inside, so what? What does it have to do with us? All I know is that if I go in and kill him, I can get an eighth-tier spiritual weapon. I don't know anything else."

After saying this, the practitioner who had been standing there shrugged and walked into the Bookstore with his assigned number.

"That makes sense!" the cultivator said softly.

In this way, "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" became an instant hit thanks to the name of Xiang Yu, the Emperor Chu the Conqueror, and attracted the attention of many cultivators.

Our protagonist, Ma Feifei, seems to have forgotten what happened yesterday and the trouble it caused. In private room number one, she continues to steadfastly hold her position as a teacher.

"Class, have you finished the homework I assigned last night?" Ma Feifei asked, sitting down.

"Yes, teacher, we're done," the three thousand students replied in unison.

Ma Feifei nodded and said, "Very good. Now, put the three copies of the Analects that you finished copying last night on the table. Remember to write your names on them, as I will collect them to check."

"Yes!" the three thousand students responded, then obediently took out their transcribed copies of the Analects, wrote their names on them, and placed them in the upper right corner of their desks.

After everyone had placed their papers, Ma Feifei gently touched the paper with her hand, and all three thousand papers on the table Levitate up and flew towards Ma Feifei.

"The teacher has such a strong sense of control!" The three thousand students below all looked surprised.

Even Chang Kong's face showed the same expression.

He could do it too, but he couldn't do it as naturally as Ma Feifei. Chang Kong didn't even sense a trace of Spiritual Power fluctuation, as if the paper itself had a spirit and was running towards Ma Feifei.

"It seems the shop owner's strength is unfathomable," Chang Kong thought to himself.

Ma Feifei was also very happy to see three thousand copies of the Analects laid out in front of her.

"I wish I could do this without the system someday," Ma Feifei, full of longing.

He can do this right now because he's in Bookstore, and within the Bookstore, he's the master. Unless someone can defeat the system, Ma Feifei is absolutely invincible here.

Putting aside her daydreams, Ma Feifei began checking the homework.

Actually, there's nothing to check. It's just to see if anyone's Slack Off. After quickly glancing through them and confirming that no one was Slack Off, Ma Feifei nodded in satisfaction and put the papers aside.

He opened the Analects and said, "Alright, let's begin our lesson. Please open your books, everyone. We'll review what we've learned and read the Analects aloud three times."

Confucius said, "Learning..."

Half an hour later, everyone had finished reading the Analects three times.

Ma Feifei nodded and continued, "Now, please close your books."

The three thousand students exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion, wondering what Ma Feifei was up to. However, they all obediently closed their copies of the Analects.

Seeing that everyone had closed their books, Ma Feifei stood up, holding a book in one hand and a ruler in the other, and walked down from the platform.

As we walked, he said, "Yesterday we studied the Learning Chapter of the Analects. Today, I'd like to test your understanding of the Learning Chapter."

As soon as Ma Feifei finished speaking, the brows of the three thousand people below furrowed instantly, and they all quietly lowered their heads.

Ma Feifei walked around the three thousand students with a smile on his face. Seeing these usually high and mighty people acting like children made him feel incredibly comfortable.

"Zhang Yunji!" Ma Feifei called out.

Sitting in a corner, Zhang Yunji heard Ma Feifei call his name and immediately thought to himself, 'Oh no!'