"Cough, cough."
Chai Hongxi interrupted everything and said, "Class isn't over yet."
"Everyone, go back to your seats. I'll continue the lesson."
Then,
Chai Hongxi gave Ye Xiao a meaningful look.
He knew the boy had a strong backbone and a temper to match.
"Ye Xiao, go back to your seat and listen to the lesson."
"I believe what I'm teaching should still be helpful to you."
"What do you think?"
After Chai Hongxi said this,
Ye Xiao nodded and returned to his seat.
Watching Ye Xiao bend without breaking,
Chai Hongxi couldn't help but think more highly of the boy.
After all,
students this age were usually hot-blooded. Once their tempers flared, it was hard to rein them in.
Just now, Ye Xiao had been targeted from every direction in the classroom.
His temper had shown, and he'd been ready to leave.
If Su Muyun hadn't stepped in and said a few words,
Ye Xiao would have left long ago.
The class slowly returned to normal after the farce.
Chai Hongxi continued teaching.
It had to be said,
Chai Hongxi's lesson had taught Ye Xiao a great deal.
As someone who had transmigrated,
he had the original owner's memories.
But under Chai Hongxi's instruction,
Ye Xiao gained a much deeper and more comprehensive understanding of the world he now lived in.
In a word:
"This is a world where awakenings determine fate, and bloodlines determine status!"
Besides the problems openly visible in this world,
there were also threats from beyond.
Demonic beasts!
Across the countries and regions of the world, there were places known as Demonic Beast Dungeon Entrances.
These places were sealed off and guarded by powerful figures or military forces.
But some were left partially open.
The goal was to let professionals enter, fight demonic beasts, improve their strength, and hone their combat skills.
Besides that,
this world held many things even the original owner's memories had never revealed to Ye Xiao.
As Chai Hongxi explained them, it was like a painting slowly unfurling before Ye Xiao's eyes.
One day, he would see these things for himself.
The lesson lasted an hour.
But all the students felt that it had ended in no time.
They were still immersed in Chai Hongxi's lecture.
Ye Xiao included.
He, too, felt that he hadn't had enough.
When the bell rang,
Chai Hongxi said, "Class, that's the end of our first lesson."
"I look forward to seeing you all here again next week."
"If you have any questions, you can come find me in the office building."
"My office is 302, on the third floor."
The students began to file out.
With the large lecture over,
the 800 first-year students were heading to their next class.
That meant going to the separate lessons for their respective classes.
Everyone noticed
that Lin Yun left the classroom with a face ashen with anger, without so much as a glance at Su Muyun.
But he shot Ye Xiao several venomous looks.
"Ye Xiao, we'd better hurry to our next class."
"It's the lesson just for Ordinary Class 9."
Ye Xiao nodded, packed his bag, and prepared to leave with Fatty Wang.
At the classroom entrance,
Ye Xiao left through the back door while Su Muyun came out through the front.
They happened to meet face-to-face.
Ye Xiao stopped.
Fatty Wang, standing beside him, was just about to ask why he'd stopped.
Then he saw the girl before them: Su Muyun, hailed as the most beautiful girl among the first-years.
Fatty Wang tactfully stepped away from Ye Xiao and stood to one side.
The other students in the hallway,
recognizing the two of them,
also gave them strange looks and detoured around them.
Ye Xiao held the Law-Breaking Fist that Su Muyun had given him.
He smiled and asked,
"Why do you have this?"
Su Muyun looked at Ye Xiao calmly.
Then she pointed to the book in his hand.
"My grandfather said the path of a Martialist isn't impossible. It's just too hard, so no one's willing to take it."
Ye Xiao was taken aback. He didn't quite understand what Su Muyun meant.
Then,
Su Muyun continued.
"My grandfather also said that if I ever met someone willing to walk this path, I should give them this book."
Ye Xiao looked at her.
Sunlight fell across her profile, tracing a gentle curve.
Ye Xiao smiled and asked,
"Why?"
She thought for a moment, then said:
"Because... some paths need someone to walk them."
She paused, then suddenly smiled.
"Though I don't know why either. But my grandfather must have been right."
Ye Xiao fell silent for a while.
It seemed Su Muyun's grandfather must have been a remarkable man.
Then Ye Xiao put the book in his bag.
Looking at her, he said,
"Thank you."
Su Muyun shook her head.
"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank yourself."
She walked past Ye Xiao on his left, heading for the classroom of Talent Class 1.
But after taking two steps, she stopped.
She turned back.
"By the way."
"Hmm?"
"You said earlier that Martialists have no disadvantages. I'd like to know what you meant."
Ye Xiao thought for a moment, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
"It's simple."
"Hmm?"
"Those of you with high-rated professions rely on talent, resources, and inherited techniques. Martialists rely only on themselves."
Ye Xiao looked at his fist, his eyes full of confidence.
"But I think a fist is your own. No one can take it away!"
"You might lack talent, resources, or luck, but none of that matters."
"As long as you can still throw a punch, there's still a way forward."
Su Muyun looked at him, and something flickered in her eyes.
Her heart seemed to give a sudden jolt.
Ye Xiao's words had struck a chord with her.
Suddenly, Su Muyun gave a soft snort.
"Interesting."
Then she left.
After walking a few steps, she stopped without turning around.
"My name is Su Muyun."
Ye Xiao froze and turned to look at her retreating figure.
"You already told me."
She smiled and waved without turning back.
"I was afraid you'd forget."
After Ye Xiao got the Law-Breaking Fist,
he had already read through it several times during class.
He opened the first page.
A few lines were written on the yellowed paper—
"Devote yourself to martial arts, to the fist, to the heart, and to the Dao."
"Everything else can be cast aside. The fist alone must never be abandoned."
Ye Xiao had grown familiar with these words.
Now that he thought about it,
the Law-Breaking Fist, like the Extreme Martial Fist Sutra, had come from Nameless.
Besides that,
another line in smaller handwriting appeared beneath:
"To one destined to receive this: may you walk the path we could not finish."
The person who had written it
was probably Su Muyun's grandfather, right?
Ye Xiao carefully placed the Law-Breaking Fist in his bag and made sure it was secure.
Then he headed to the next classroom with Fatty Wang.
Beyond the hallway, the sky stretched a deep, clear blue.
The spire of the Martial Arts Tower pierced the clouds.
Ye Xiao turned back and watched Su Muyun's figure disappear into the crowd.
He murmured softly,
"Su Muyun."
Then he smiled, too.
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