Chapter 85: The Naturally Evil Gangmi Dai Family Imp! (Third Update)

Zhen'ao Spiritual Arts Institute, restroom…

"Gururururu…"

Araki pinched the youth's neck, repeatedly shoving him into the pool.

"You really like playing with water, little imp!"

Araki stared expressionlessly at the youth beside him and asked aloud.

"I won't play, I won't play…"

"To be honest, I actually hate water the most!"

The youth, who had drunk an unknown amount of water, kept gesturing helplessly, looking as if he could no longer swallow any.

"Don't be modest, I saw you having a great time just now~ it gave me the impression you might actually like water~"

"The gift you gave me as a meeting present earlier was truly exquisite! I'm delighted, because if I didn't leave a lasting impression on you, wouldn't that make me seem impolite?!"

Araki, still gripping the youth's neck, revealed a snarling grin.

"Ugh…"

The youth's face showed fear; he now regretted his actions, realizing he shouldn't have provoked anyone, especially the demon before him.

But it's not his fault; who could have imagined that the Central Spiritual Arts Institute would send such a devilish teacher to discipline them?!

An hour later…

Inside the classroom.

"My name is Araki; I'm your Swordsmanship teacher and homeroom master!"

"I know you're a bunch of troublemaking kids who don't really like class! Coincidentally, I'm just like you—a teacher who doesn't really enjoy teaching either~"

"Since none of us like class, let's coexist peacefully in this classroom from now on. As long as you don't provoke me, I won't meddle, but if you insist on courting death…"

Araki said, his gaze turning toward the youth he had punished.

"…"

At this moment the youth lay face‑down on the desk, his eyes vacant, tongue lolling out, occasionally spitting transparent fluid.

The youth was clearly in a state ruined by Araki's play.

"And you all saw the result!"

After speaking, Araki plopped onto the teacher's chair in the classroom.

"Now, free time~"

Araki said, yawned, and without waiting for the students, he fell asleep immediately.

For the rest of the day, aside from his noon break, Araki was almost always visible to the students outside Zhen'ao Spiritual Arts Institute; however, if the students didn't ask him anything, he taught nothing, and once in the classroom, Araki usually fell asleep faster than the students…

Time flew; a month passed.

Perhaps due to Araki's severe teaching attitude issues, the class kept reporting the matter outward, and eventually the nobles submitted complaints to Shanben Yuanliuzai Chongguo, hoping that Shanben, who was to become the principal of Zhen'ao Spiritual Arts Institute, would dismiss Araki…

After all, their children may skip school, but Araki, as a teacher, cannot refuse to teach! It's one thing for a child to be immature, but can a teacher like Araki be immature too?!

Nevertheless, no matter how the nobles appealed upward, Shanben remained immovable as a mountain, suppressing all complaints; his stance was firm, and Araki was left…

Consequently, Shanben offended countless nobles over Araki's case, but he didn't care; to him, those nobles were merely ants!

Seeing no solution with Shanben and Araki, the nobles either withdrew their children from Zhen'ao Spiritual Arts Institute via the administration office and taught them at home, or arranged for their children to transfer to classes taught by other substitute teachers.

In an instant, the classroom where Araki taught saw students leaving daily, leaving more and more empty seats…

"Immature approach~"

In response, Shanben muttered to himself in his headquarters, unsure whether he was calling Araki's protest method immature…

Or perhaps he was deeming those parents who believed transferring their children to other classes would magically boost their abilities as utterly immature.

Another three months sped by.

In an instant, only three students remained in Araki's class, and aside from his daily noon tests of Xiaoye Yi's cultivation results, Araki spent each day at Zhen'ao Spiritual Arts Institute, spending the whole day staring at his nominal students with wide eyes.

Just when the last three students in the class thought this leisurely life would last until their graduation from the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Institute, Araki shattered the silence.

"Aren't you leaving?!"

Araki sat on the chair, looking at the three remaining students in the empty classroom, and asked aloud.

"Huh?!" The youth who had given Araki a rough welcome on the first day looked puzzled after hearing Araki's words: "Where are we going?"

"Just like your other classmates, your powerful noble parents will find you a better path, arranging teachers a hundred times stronger than me to teach you~"

Araki smiled at the three before him and said cheerfully.

"Don't joke around…"

"I don't want to leave this teacher~"

"Days without anyone supervising are truly wonderful!"

But before Araki could say more, the black‑haired youth sprang up from his seat, excitedly shouting at Araki.

"Cough…"

"Teacher Araki, to be honest…"

"Actually I suffer from a serious illness; other classes aren't suitable for me."

After the youth finished speaking, the white‑haired youth stood up from his seat and expressed his apologies to Araki.

"It doesn't matter how we handle this, does it?!"

Lastly, the gloomy green‑haired youth sitting in the corner, always staring out the window, seemed indifferent to everything in the world, showing a hint of nihilism.

"Interesting…"

"Give me your names, little imps!"

Araki raised an eyebrow after hearing the three, and asked the three before him.

"Jingle Jirou Zongcangza Harushui…"

The black‑haired youth, on Huangmu's first day as a teacher, gave Huangmu a little student shock and announced his name.

"Cough cough…"

"Teacher Huangmu, my name is Fuzhu Shisilang!"

The white‑haired youth coughed lightly twice, then, with a serious tone, spoke to Huangmu.

"Gang Yidai Shitan."

As for the green‑haired youth, he wore a sour expression that seemed to disdain everything in the world, and said lightly.

"Jingyue, Fuzhu, and Shitan?"

"Hehe, these really are three 'big shots'~"

Huangmu glanced at the three before him, chuckled lightly, and thought that the last three students in his class each had quite a background~

Jingyue, Fuzhu and Shitan: one will become the future Chief Commander, one harbors the Spirit King's right arm, the One‑Eyed Great God Mimi Haki, and one is the main villain of the Official Novel (CFYOW). He knew that the Mountain Old Man's class he was assigned to must conceal some mystery, and indeed it hid these three brats~ Though he had already known their identities.

According to the usual trajectory, Jingyue will succeed the squad leader of the First Squad after the Mountain Old Man's death and become the next Chief Commander of the Guardian Court Thirteen Squad; Fuzhu will die after unleashing the Spirit King's right arm Mimi Haki to stop Youhabah; as for the fate of the villain Shitan, it's best left unsaid—after all, that's their own destiny. Since Huangmu has arrived, their destinies have already been broken…

"I see…"

"Born as the second son of the high‑ranking noble 'Martial Way' family, yet not favored by the clan!"

"Born of lower‑rank nobility, a 'sickly kid' that no one wants except in our class…"

"And also an evil little brat from a side branch of the 'born‑evil Gang Yidai family' that is ignored~"

Huangmu summed up the identities of Jingyue, Fuzhu, and Gang Yidai Shitan.

"Ha?!"

As Huangmu's words fell, the expressions of Jingyue, Fuzhu, and Gang Yidai each changed.

"What do you mean 'second son not favored by the clan'?!"

Jingyue's eye corner twitched continuously.

"Regarding your calling me a 'sickly kid', I object; though I am indeed frail and often ill, that doesn't mean I'm inferior to normal people…"

Even Fuzhu, who is usually good‑tempered, now has a somewhat unpleasing expression.

"That annoying second son, and the sickly kid, enough already…"

"Even your claim that I'm not valued by the Gang Yidai family, I can't refute! After all, the clan drove me here to study!"

"But please explain, on what basis do you call our Gang Yidai family 'born evil'?!"

Shitan clenched his fist, his expression also looking displeased.

"Jingyue, as the heir of the Warrior bloodline, being driven here to study already reveals many issues. Do not clash with power; without power, one day you'll find the person you wish to protect right before you, yet you're powerless to change anything…"

"Fuzhu, your bodily issues are still quite severe; the One‑Eyed Great God's power has temporarily steadied your injuries, but that doesn't mean you have no lingering worries! If it were me, I could help you completely rid yourself of the 'Disease Demon' and Mimi Haki's influence, provided your spiritual pressure is cultivated to at least third rank; otherwise forcibly separating and healing you would cause your spirit to collapse instantly…"

"Finally it's you, the evil little brat of the born‑evil Gang Yidai family. Since you could ask the question I just posed, it shows you haven't yet found the answer you've been seeking; once you fully understand your family's history, you'll naturally grasp what I'm really saying…"

Huangmu addressed Jingyue, Fuzhu, and Shitan one by one.

"This…"

As Huangmu's words ended, whether it was Fuzhu, Jingyue, or Shitan, all showed shocked expressions; they felt an illusion that before this man, they had no secrets, which made them feel extremely unsafe.

"Now then, it's my turn to ask you three the final question. Tell me, do you wish to change your destiny?"

Huangmu looked at Jingyue, Fuzhu, and Shitan, speaking with a kindly smile.

"Gudong!"

For a moment, whether Jingyue, Fuzhu, or Shitan, they all felt something explode in their minds, as if the instant Huangmu spoke, their original destinies had already shifted.

Three watches, twelve thousand! I'm still hustling to finish the manuscript, and kindly ask for wave votes~

(End of chapter)