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Chapter 6: The First Day of School

Editor: JulesNye

It was the first day of school at No. 60 High School.

Oh, no, to be more precise, it was the first day of Foundation Establishment high school nationwide.

Huaxiu nation's education policy had always adhered to the "no rules, no order" motto. Based on a cultural heritage thousands of centuries old, this adage definitely wasn't just for show. Getting to school on time, attending morning classes, eating lunch, leaving school, wearing the compulsory school uniform… all of these had already long existed in well-preserved historical books on school rules and regulations dating back hundreds of years.

Last night, while Wang Ling had been eating his crispy noodle snack, the uniform had been sent to his home via space delivery.

The school uniform was blue and white in color, and looked like sportswear. There was even a specially printed word on the back of the uniform, a large "ELITE" for the elite class…

Although he had already prepared himself mentally, Wang Ling still couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath at the uniform style.

He understood the reasoning behind it.

It was normal for an established culture that was thousands of centuries old, or for promoting ethnic culture, or whatever… but couldn't their damn sense of style have also improved a little bit?! What the hell was up with the "ELITE" on the back of the uniform? A privilege for the elite class?

Looking at it from all sides, Wang Ling felt that the inspiration for the uniform was definitely copied off the ancient prison uniform for deathrow inmates thirty thousand years ago, which typically had the word "DEAD" printed on the front and back.

However, you couldn't say that there weren't any improvements. Almost all the pockets on the uniform were space storage, their capacities so large they would almost never be completely filled. This was a true achievement in line with Huaxiu nation's education policy, which for thousands of years had aimed to reduce the burden on students.

Clearly though, this wasn't the main point.

For Wang Ling, the heaviest burden of all was how he was going to face the worst f**king day tomorrow.

From the Wang family's small villa in its mixed urban and rural area, it was ten thousand li to No. 60 High School. Almost as fast as the wind, Wang Ling ran full steam along country lanes until he arrived at the school gate in under two minutes.

After all, he had once run thirty thousand li to buy crispy noodle snacks when he had been younger. For him, this distance of ten thousand li was just too relaxing; his face wasn't red, nor was he out of breath.

As today was the first day of school, members of the guidance office along with several school leaders were greeting new students in person at the gate.

Just as Wang Ling was about to turn a corner, he could hear a few people chatting from afar.

"I heard that a new student received a SSS grade yesterday?"

"That's right, Headmaster Chen. The student is called Wang Ling, and has already joined the elite class."

"I see… seems like this student is sure to accomplish much in the future. Is Student Wang Ling a male or female student?" asked Headmaster Chen.

"A male student."

Headmaster Chen's expression was full of regret. "Ah, male students nowadays are already very perceptive. If this Student Wang Ling had been a girl, I wouldn't have mind calling her to my office to personally instruct her in her learning."

Behind him, each and every one of the school leaders and officers sighed with regret all over their faces.

Wang Ling: "…"

After tidying up his uniform, Wang Ling calmly walked through the school gate, bowing and saluting without being recognized by anyone. This was because, when he had been running helter-skelter for No. 60 High School, he had already used one of the Three Thousand Great Dao — the Great Transfiguration Spell.

Compared with an ordinary disguise technique, the biggest difference was that this powerful ability could completely alter appearances, fingerprints and DNA, and couldn't be detected by even the most advanced technology.

On the other hand, the disguise technique was based on an ancient method of makeup application which would immediately be detected by any electronic eye on the street, swiftly triggering a police alert.

In this way, Wang Ling successfully slipped into school after escaping the notice of the various leaders at the school gate… although it was obviously a tiresome effort, he felt that it was worth it.

For Wang Ling, all cheers and applause were superfluous.

From a young age, what he had always hoped for the most was a peaceful environment where he could study quietly. Unfortunately, none of his f**king wishes had ever come true.

Some people said that when god closed one door, he inevitably opened a window.

In Wang Ling's case, it was obviously a more wretched situation. God not only opened both the door and window for him, he even summoned a ferocious sandstorm outside the window…

Grade One, Class Three was located on the first floor of the No. 60 High School teaching building.

Location-wise, outside the front door of the classroom was the female toilets, while outside the back door was the male toilets. At the same time, it was the class closest to the school canteen. Every time school let out for lunch at noon, a horde of elites could be seen bolting ahead to the battlefield with their tableware raised. It was a magnificent scene beyond compare.

Unlike schools in the old days, there were now less courses but longer class periods, which were rigorously aligned with the trend of the modern cultivation age. Fitness and strength training were a given, and basic courses like drawing talismans, producing spirit water, refining pills and so on would take up all of Wang Ling's time in Senior Grade One.

Senior Grade One was when students learned the important basics. Although Wang Ling had already learned all this himself when he was still in the womb, he still had to pretend to know nothing, obediently attend every class, then do his best to get average grades.

It was a real pain in the ass for him, having to constantly consider these petty things.

Making friends had always been Wang Ling's weak point. No. 60 High School had two elite classes, and there were fifteen students in his class.

After an emotionally tiring morning of selecting a class committee, Wang Ling could probably only remember a handful of names.

The brunt of it was the person who had been unanimously elected class monitor, Lotus Sun. Huaguo Water Curtain Group's Young Miss, who was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, presented herself as the standard for the beautiful, modern-day maiden. She did her utmost to display the image of a beautiful, elegant and graceful girl. But while she appeared perfectly flawless, there was enough drama in her heart to write an epic soap opera about bitter family feuds that had never been seen before in the history of Huaxiu nation.

The second was Super Chen, who was in charge of sports activities. He was at the peak late Foundation Establishment stage, and was one of the strongest young men with the greatest potential to break through to the Golden Core stage. Born into an old martial arts family, Super Chen was a muscular man obsessed with keeping fit and bodybuilding. He was probably the most energetic and exuberant person in the whole school, his blood always boiling at some random thing or other, leaving people feeling strangely stirred up and moved.

The third was Hero Guo, the political science representative at the late Foundation Establishment stage. His family operated a pet shop, which had evolved into a soul beast business in his great-grandfather's generation. He frequently carried around a parrot called Dopey, and together they would put on a two-man show, sometimes critiquing current affairs, sometimes lamenting the state of the nation and its people. He was also known as gossip central for all the classes. People had given him the nickname Master of Dopey.

The fourth person was also the one that Wang Ling was most wary of, Li Xuanjing. While it sounded like a girl's name, he was a rough-looking fellow who was one hundred and ninety centimeters tall. Like his name1, he was a man of few words, and perhaps the most unremarkable person in the class. Most crucially, Wang Ling realized that his Mind-Reading Ability couldn't be used on him, and he completely couldn't read the other boy's thoughts.

This type of situation was rare, and there were only two instances where Wang Ling would be prevented from reading minds. The first was if someone was carrying a powerful magic treasure that blocked out the signal from Wang Ling's spirit energy. The second was if someone was simple or pure enough, and didn't have a single scheming bone in their body.

Whatever the case, in Wang Ling's eyes, Li Xuanjing was a ticking time bomb that could explode any time, which was completely detrimental to his plan to hide his identity.

All in all, these were the four people around whom Wang Ling was going to have to be especially vigilant.

After the period was over, the class was filled with loud bursts of laughter. Looking around his noisy environment, Wang Ling couldn't help but sigh silently. Trying to hide his identity in this wretched hot zone was going to be f**king difficult.

Glancing at the clock, Wang Ling took a book out of his space pocket, On Talismans, and placed it on the table.

Just then, the bell for the next class rang.

Less than a second after that, a middle-aged woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and her hair up in a ponytail stormed through the door and up onto the dais, slapping down the blue roll book in her hands. "I could already hear all of you in the corridor when I was still in the office! You are the school's elites; making so much noise, whatever will you do next?"

This middle-aged woman was Pan Shengcong, the teacher-in-charge of Grade One, Elite Class Three. At the same time, she was also the fifth person around whom Wang Ling needed to be more vigilant…

  1. The 'jing' in Li Xuanjing's name means "quiet."

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Chapter 7: The Great Teacher Pan

Editor: JulesNye

Wang Ling had already long heard about the glorious deeds of Teacher Pan Shengcong. As a leading teacher at No. 60 High School who had come back to work after retirement, she had trained quite a number of students with the greatest potential of breaking through to the Golden Core stage. Unfortunately, though they were clearly only one step away from Golden Core, by the time they graduated, they hadn't been able to break through to that stage.

But Teacher Pan was absolutely not to blame.

As the saying went, you can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink; if you are lazy to cultivate in your prime, you'll regret it in your old age.

Despite countless cases of failure, Teacher Pan Shengcong was able to clutch at one last straw the year she was going to retire — No. 60 High School's legendary figure, Odd Zhuo.

That's right, the legendary Odd Zhuo, who graduated from No. 60 High School and who became famous for killing the sky-swallowing toad with one blow, used to be Teacher Pan's student.

Because of this, the school leaders had the utmost trust in her. Thus, though she had the lowest realm of all the teachers that had returned to employment after retirement, she was the leading teacher with the highest salary.

Whether or not this was the result of some back-door connection, Wang Ling didn't give a damn.

He just hoped that Teacher Pan was a little more astute, and wouldn't find trouble with him for no reason. After all, he was working hard to become a transparent existence!

Like all teachers-in-charge, Teacher Pan had sharp eyes and ears.

For example, she had been able to hear the students in class laughing when she had still been far away in her office.

Also, when she had walked down the corridor, she had seen that the students in the class next door were all diligently learning, but her own class was a mess.

As a result, Teacher Pan was infuriated; as soon as she entered the class, she slapped the roll book down loudly, making her dissatisfaction clear. "This will be my eightieth year teaching at No. 60 High School. I've been in charge of ten elite classes, and you are the tenth! Of all of them, you are the worst class that I've ever been in charge of!"

Everyone was taken aback at her words, but somehow felt like they'd heard them before.

Nonetheless, as the most difficult female teacher in the history of No. 60 High School, nobody dared to get on her bad side on the first day of school. Of course, Lotus Sun might be an exception. But Teacher Pan wasn't stupid enough to provoke her for no reason.

She didn't know any of the other students, so in that situation, Teacher Pan swiftly looked for someone to be made an example of in front of everyone else, in order to demonstrate her authority as the teacher-in-charge.

"Which one is Student Wang Ling?"

Wang Ling was startled as everyone in the class turned in unison to look at him.

Teacher Pan: "It was you, I heard your voice just now in the corridor!"

Wang Ling: "…"

"No matter how any of you got here, whether by strength or luck, since you are already here in my class, I hope all of you elites take heed! You must not be late, nor can you leave early, and don't make a racket! If you really want to challenge me, I'll have no choice but to invite your parents to school!"

This was the typical routine before the start of a new class. As the taciturn one in class, Wang Ling had almost always experienced this unjust treatment from a young age.

He remembered that the worst incident had been during Qi Condensation prep class, when he had directly summoned a meteorite which had smashed into the sports field, causing classes to be suspended for three days…

Luckily, Wang Ling had now already learned how to control his mood.

Otherwise, if he really went crazy, even he himself would be afraid.

...

Teacher Pan was mainly in charge of teaching the Dao talismans course. Apart from some of the basics of making talismans, the bulk of it was aimed at teaching the elite class advanced content.

Cinnabar, yellow talisman paper, spirit water and a writing brush — these were the four basic raw materials for drawing a talisman.

The elite class didn't spend as much time on the course basics, so the class moved at a much quicker pace. It was just the first class, but Teacher Pan had already brought the four main raw materials with her as she lectured, "I don't know if any of you have drawn a talisman before, but in my class, we're going to start from scratch. Now, I'm going to teach you how to draw a ghost-summoning talisman."

The ghost-summoning talisman, as its name suggested, was a talisman for summoning ghosts, and belonged to the summoning category of talismans.

Compared with other attack, defense, function-type or seal talismans, the ghost-summoning talisman might sound frightening, but of all the basic talismans, it was the easiest one to make. Even newbies had quite a high chance of successfully making one.

After she spoke, Teacher Pan mixed the cinnabar with spirit water, spread open the yellow talisman paper, and lifted her writing brush.

"Now I'm going to show you how to draw a ghost-summoning talisman."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Teacher Pan as she skillfully lifted the writing brush and seemed to draw randomly on the yellow talisman paper. Just like that, a standard talisman was successfully created. The last step was to gather spirit energy and toss the talisman up into the air…

In the next moment, they witnessed a miracle.

The ghost-summoning talisman, which had been floating in the air, suddenly froze, and in the next instant, burst with a soft glow.

Everyone could see a transparent silhouette hovering in the air.

This thing was the so-called ghost.

Teacher Pan pointed at the greenish-gray thing and said, "I controlled the release of my spirit energy. What you are seeing now is the weakest of all ghosts, the hollow spirit, which doesn't have any killing intent. Because novice students can't control their spirit energy, they are likely to summon more aggressive spirits of a higher rank. But you don't have to worry, if anything unexpected happens, I will personally deal with it. Since I've already summoned this hollow spirit, I'll explain simply how to release it."

As she spoke, she dipped the tip of her forefinger into the blend of spirit water and cinnabar on the table, then quickly swiped at the area between the hollow spirit's eyebrows.

The hollow spirit let out a wretched cry and was instantly torn into two parts, which turned into wisps of vapor that then vanished.

"The area between the eyebrows is a ghost's weak point. Cultivators can easily release ghosts using a blend of spirit water and cinnabar, with the addition of a little more spirit energy. As for what is available in the market, to throw salt, use urine or chicken blood… all these are completely untrustworthy."

Teacher Pan waved her hand, and light flowed through the air as the four raw materials for making a talisman were distributed to each student. "Now you can get to work, and follow the steps I just demonstrated."

And that was it.

The classroom completely exploded, as all kinds of ghosts were summoned.

The hollow spirit which Lotus Sun summoned was a female student who had slipped and fallen from the top of the No. 60 High School building. Technically speaking, this female ghost was their senior sister.

Super Chen summoned an ancient headsman who still had nine knives stuck in his head. He had died when the family members of a prisoner on death row had stormed the execution ground, and in the confusion, the headsman had been stabbed to death.

Master of Dopey Hero Guo summoned a skeleton dog with no flesh on its bones at all, drawing strong condemnation from the dog lovers in class.

There was a saying that the purer a person was in mind and heart, the easier it was to attract dirty things. This just happened to be verified by what the class commissary in charge of studies, Little Peanut, summoned.

It was a hollow spirit that had already completely evolved into a malicious ghost. It had bloodshot eyes, one of which was hanging out of its socket, and it emitted an incredibly strong sense of resentment.

But as one of the vanguard teachers who had been at No. 60 High School for ages, Teacher Pan was worthy of her reputation.

It seemed that the instant the malicious ghost appeared, she had already dashed forward. She pulled at the eyeball until it snapped off, and in front of everyone present, she crushed it in her hands.

In their hearts, everyone gasped in admiration: "…"

So f**king tough!

Almost the whole class had successfully used the materials on hand to create a summoning.

Wang Ling was the only person who was slow to act.

He had already taught himself this skill when he was still in the womb. It wasn't the least bit difficult — the number of talismans that Wang Ling could draw were probably more than what all the school teachers combined could produce.

The most difficult bit lay in the fact that he could not precisely control the release of his spirit energy.

Staring at the four raw materials on the table, Wang Ling was lost in deep thought…

Who the hell knew what he would summon?


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