Has the Plot Gone Off the Rails?

Xiao Wu's face flushed slightly when she heard that from behind him.

What did he mean by cultivating their relationship?

Why did this guy say every thought out loud?!

"My name is Lin Yi." Lin Yi nodded politely, while inwardly complaining like crazy.

Don't stand so close to me. I don't want to get involved with you. No one close to you ever ends well—Xiao Wu gets sacrificed, Ning Rongrong's sect nearly gets wiped out...

Clang.

This time, Wang Sheng kicked over a stool.

His face went pale as he stared at Tang San, his eyes filled with terror.

Getting close to him would get your whole family wiped out?

He was a walking disaster.

Then what about making him their boss before?

No.

They had to find a way to stay far away from him.

Xiao Wu's expression changed as well.

The word "sacrifice" sent a chill through her entire body.

Tang San noticed the strange reactions around him, but since he could not hear Heart Voices, he could only blame everything on Lin Yi.

"Did you say something just now?" Tang San fixed his gaze on Lin Yi.

"Huh?" Lin Yi looked innocent. "No. I only said my name."

What could I possibly say? That you'll get your future wife killed? That your biological father is a complete deadbeat? Or that your teacher is a fraud?

Xiao Wu clutched her chest, feeling as though she needed a moment to recover.

There was too much information. Her poor little heart could not take it.

Several teachers exchanged looks. One of them quietly left, seemingly to fetch someone.

Tang San narrowed his eyes.

He was certain Lin Yi had done something—or rather, that there was some secret about Lin Yi that had caused everyone to react so strongly.

"You're new here, so you probably aren't familiar with the academy yet, right?" Tang San gave him a polite smile. "If you need any help, you can come to me."

No, no, no. Staying away from me would be your greatest help. You're a walking trouble magnet—disaster follows you everywhere, and anyone close to you either dies or gets hurt.

Several students instinctively took a step back.

Tang San's smile froze on his face.

He could feel it—the way everyone around him looked at him... carried an indescribable sense of distance and fear.

What was going on?

He had not done anything.

"Thanks, but no need," Lin Yi declined politely. "I can handle things myself."

With that, he turned and left, moving as fast as if he had seen a ghost.

Run, run. Saying even one extra word to the protagonist might trigger a plot death. I still want to live a few more years.

When they heard that Heart Voice, the entire cafeteria fell into a terrifying silence.

Everyone looked at Tang San with complicated expressions. No one spoke, and no one came near him.

Xiao Wu bit her lip. In the end, she did not skip over to him as cheerfully as she usually did.

Wang Sheng and the other Work-Study Students exchanged glances, silently gathered their tableware, and left.

Tang San stood alone in the middle of the cafeteria.

All at once, he felt that the world he had once looked forward to so eagerly seemed to have changed from this very moment onward.

And the source of all those changes...

Seemed to be Lin Yi.

He looked in the direction Lin Yi had vanished, his gaze deep.

Just who was that boy named Lin Yi?

Meanwhile, the teachers' office had already erupted into chaos.

"Theory plagiarism? Sacrifice?!"

"And from the sound of it, Tang San will become a god in the end?"

"More importantly, he seems to know many things about the future."

Several teachers gathered together, each looking more serious than the last.

"Should we report this?" someone asked.

"Observe him first." The grade director spoke in a deep voice. "There are too many secrets surrounding this Lin Yi, and he seems to be strangely wary of Tang San."

The office fell silent.

Sacrifice, annihilation, godhood, fighting Spirit Hall...

Put together, those words painted an unsettling future.

"Keep a close eye on these two children." The grade director made his decision. "Especially Lin Yi. His Heart Voice... may change many things."

At that moment, Lin Yi, completely unaware that he had become the academy's primary subject of observation, was walking toward the classroom.

He sneezed and rubbed his nose.

Who's talking about me? Forget it. I should hurry up and get to class.

Yu Xiaogang's class... sigh, I'll just treat it as entertainment.

When Lin Yi entered the classroom, he found the atmosphere somewhat strange.

The Work-Study Student classroom, which should have been noisy, was eerily quiet.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward him in unison, their expressions so complicated that he could not make sense of them.

What's going on? Is there something on my face?

Lin Yi instinctively touched his face.

Xiao Wu sat in the third row and waved at him. "Lin Yi, there's a seat here."

The seat beside her was empty, while Tang San, who should have been sitting there, had somehow been squeezed into a window seat in the corner.

Hm? Shouldn't Tang San and Xiao Wu be sharing a desk? Has the plot gone a little off the rails?

Whatever. A seat is a seat. I'm only here to listen to a lecture anyway.

Lin Yi hesitated for a moment, but still walked toward the empty seat beside Xiao Wu.

From the corner of the classroom, Tang San watched them with a tightly furrowed brow.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Xiao Wu was far too enthusiastic toward Lin Yi. She was nothing like her usual self.

And the way the entire class looked at Lin Yi was strange too.

Not to mention those teachers. They had reacted so strongly in the cafeteria, and now they had actually come to observe this theory class?

Just then.

A somewhat low cough sounded from the classroom doorway.

Immediately afterward, a middle-aged man with a stiff face and a gloomy air walked in.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang entered the classroom with his back ramrod straight and his trademark stern expression.

He placed the lesson plan in his hand on the podium and swept his gaze across the classroom.

When he saw several teachers from other classes seated in the back row, he could not help but feel puzzled.

What were these people doing here?

Usually, when he taught, not so many teachers were interested in sitting in.

But he quickly regained his composure, stepped up to the podium, and spoke in that trademark deep voice. "Today, we will discuss the classifications of martial souls and the directions of cultivation."

Here it comes, here it comes. The classic opening line. Next, he'll probably start boasting about his Ten Core Competencies Theory, right?

The students all sat up straight, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

But they were not looking forward to Yu Xiaogang's lesson. They were waiting for Lin Yi's Heart Voice commentary.

Yu Xiaogang noticed the students' unusual behavior but could not figure it out.

These Work-Study Students were usually listless during theory classes. Why were they so eager today?

Had they finally realized how capable he was?

Thinking that, he became even more confident. He cleared his throat and said, "First, we must establish one point: there are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters."

What a classic quote! Yet the man saying it only had half a level of Innate Soul Power, and later only broke through level thirty by eating the Immortal Herb Tang San gave him. That's irony knocking on irony's door—irony all the way home.

Pfft!

A snicker came from the back of the classroom. One of the teachers could not hold it in.

Most of the students, meanwhile, had to bite their lips hard to keep from laughing aloud.

Yu Xiaogang was interrupted. He shot an annoyed glance in that direction before continuing the lesson.

"Today, we will discuss the basic classifications of Soul Masters."

After saying that, he turned and wrote on the blackboard: assault type, agility-attack type, control type, support type, defense type, healing type.