After Class

Zheng Zetian focused intently, attending two consecutive lectures for four hours straight. He felt he could go for more, still wanting to learn. When he looked back after class, Dudou Senior Sister was long gone.

That made sense, everyone's time was precious. While you might be buried in the library, she could be out partying and enjoying her youth. No one would put their life on hold waiting for another.

But as the Grand Master said, whether the train changes tracks or not, someone will get run over. It's just a matter of one person or a crowd. Fate was the same. So, even though he missed the chance to communicate and discuss the Dao privately with Dudou Senior Sister, Zheng Zetian, who was destined for greatness, naturally had no shortage of side quests, or rather, immortal destinies.

Before he even left the classroom, a plotline found him and triggered.

"I am Lu Qi, the guardian of Mountain. Are you a disciple of Song?"

Lu? Another Lu guardian?

Zheng Zetian looked up and immediately saw it. The Nascent Soul cultivator before him bore a striking resemblance to Senior Brother Lu, the Railway Warden, about seventy percent similar. They looked like they had some blood relation.

Unlike the fair-skinned scholar Lu Qi, this Mountain guardian Lu was clearly a body-cultivating martial artist. His fists were as large as sandbags, and the calluses on his hands were like deck plating. He wore Mountain-style training clothes, the inner lining of his chainmail almost bursting from his pectoral muscles. His skin was tanned like wheat from sun and wind, and he stood over two zhang tall, like an iron tower. Even with his aura suppressed, one could feel the immense strength contained within his physique, inspiring awe and fear.

Martial God Body? No, still