Chapter 3

Ye Xuan naturally didn't have such thoughts. Rather, after having power, he could more accurately feel the value of knowledge.

It was fine for now; what he obtained was the Wangquan Baye template, so he didn't need to consider these things too much. But for those who obtained abilities developed based on imagination, if they didn't have excellent knowledge, it would be very difficult to exert the full power of these abilities.

However, this was just what he thought; everyone's ideas were different, and the choices they made were also different.

Although it was a bit strange to still go to school and even take the college entrance examination after having power, at least nowadays, he hadn't heard of any students in any school who gave up studying and participating in the college entrance examination after obtaining power.

As for Ye Xuan, after obtaining the system and fusing with the Wangquan Baye template, he no longer had any urgent need for good grades, so compared to being alone at home, going to school was actually more interesting.

After standing up, Ye Xuan stretched, then went to wash up and sleep.

The time wasn't early anymore; it was already ten o'clock after finishing his homework, and now it was almost twelve o'clock, and he had to get up early tomorrow.

His home was close to the school, and because of the special situation, he was a day student. Normally, he should have stayed in the dormitory, but in that case, he would have to get up at six in the morning and have morning reading at six-thirty; day students could be later, arriving before seven was fine.

The next day.

When Ye Xuan opened his eyes, the morning light was spilling in through the gap in the curtains, and the power flowing in his body made him feel a bit dazed for a moment.

"Sure enough, yesterday wasn't a dream."

The sense of fullness of power made him recall the experience of fishing and fusing with the Wangquan Baye youth template last night in an instant, the majestic sword Qi in his body surging like a river.

He got up and walked to the bathroom. After washing up, he subconsciously prepared to put on his school uniform, but his gaze fell on the blue and white robe gifted by the system.

Times had changed. Ever since someone successfully awakened by cosplaying an anime character, more and more young people began to use the costumes of those characters from anime and film works as everyday clothes. Although the school still retained the school uniform system, it turned a blind eye to them.

There was no way around it; the fantasy items that invaded reality had no nationality, but the people who obtained the fantasy items did.

The abilities of those characters in human imagination were so strong, and some were so powerful that they could easily destroy cities and countries. What if a country with a bad relationship awakened a powerful character template? Wouldn't that be the end?

Therefore, all countries hoped that the number of powerhouses awakened in their own country would be higher, and the restrictions in these aspects were naturally much looser.

Ye Xuan hadn't done this before, firstly because he felt his luck couldn't be that good, and secondly because he felt it was a bit "chuunibyou." After all, he was a transmigrator and had long passed that age.

At most, he would try it in private; it was impossible to wear it into school directly.

But now it was different. It was called "chuunibyou" when he hadn't obtained a template, but now that he had obtained a template, was it still "chuunibyou"?

That was the real Wangquan Baye descending into reality, okay?

He put on the blue and white robe, tied his belt, and wore the Wangquan Sword at his side. The young man in the mirror had clear features, with faint golden patterns flowing on the blue fabric, and the long sword at his waist was simple and atmospheric, with the characters "Wangquan" on the hilt glowing faintly.

However, the most eye-catching thing was his temperament—it was the confidence and composure belonging to a young swordsman, as if everything in the world could be broken with one sword. A strand of hair in front of his forehead moved without wind, and the spirit flowing in his eyes made his entire outline appear exceptionally clear.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a swordsman who had walked out of an ink painting, with an indescribable charm in every gesture.

He smiled at the mirror, and the young swordsman in the mirror also curled his lips.

A nice feeling.

Ye Xuan looked at the time and pushed the door out.

At the entrance of Wutong Lane, the steaming white mist wrapped around the scent of steamed buns and hit his nasal cavity. Ye Xuan stood in front of the breakfast stall and skillfully reported the breakfast he wanted to buy:

"Uncle Zhang, twelve meat buns, six vegetable buns, and three cups of soy milk."

"Pack them in three bags."

His gaze fell on Uncle Zhang's slightly strange attire: a red scarf hung around his neck like a Young Pioneer scarf, graying sideburns seeped out from under a Tai Chi bandana, and then there was the rolling pin in his hand; the size was normal, but the head of the stick was painted with a cyan dragon pattern in red paint, crookedly.

"Alright!"

Uncle Zhang responded subconsciously and packed the things Ye Xuan wanted. When he looked up to greet him, he was stunned, his right hand stopping in mid-air. After being slow for a good while, he handed the packed buns to Ye Xuan.

"Little Xuan, this outfit today..."

Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly realized:

"Oh, you're also learning to awaken anime characters? Let me tell you, this thing is harder than winning the lottery!"

Ye Xuan took the packed buns, and Uncle Zhang was still rambling:

"Look at this outfit I'm wearing; they say it's the full set of cosplay clothes for Steel Rod Xie Master. My daughter grabbed it when it was 20% off before."

"There was a two-meter-long prop stick inside; it wasn't heavy but it was long as hell. You say that thing can knead dough? It made me cut both sides and change it into a rolling pin."

"Painting a dragon pattern even cost me fifty yuan!"

"You know the Tyrant Dragon Pattern, right? The Tyrant Dragon Pattern is..."

"Only legendary kitchenware will have the Tyrant Dragon Pattern and the Auspicious Phoenix Pattern. Steel Rod Xie Master's steel rod doesn't have a Tyrant Dragon Pattern."

Ye Xuan kindly reminded him when paying.

"What the hell?"

"Then what was this fifty yuan I spent for?"

Uncle Zhang widened his eyes.

"It counts as you being an idiot."

The aunt selling pancakes opposite laughed loudly.

"And you said Little Xuan was thinking about awakening an anime character; I think you're the old thing who's thinking about it!"

"You haven't even watched 'Chuuka Ichiban!' and you want to awaken Xie Master's inheritance? You should also see if you can even lift that steel rod!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Screw you, I haven't watched it, so you have?"

Uncle Zhang cursed, and the rolling pin knocked heavily on the cutting board. However, looking at Ye Xuan's departing back, and that indescribable temperament of a young swordsman, he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

"Don't say, Little Xuan's outfit is actually quite like the real thing."

At the same time, Ye Xuan carried his breakfast to the school gate, his gaze sweeping over the bustling but differently dressed crowd, and his lips couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Although he had seen it many times, every time he looked again, he still felt the scene before him was incredible.

Those who knew, knew this was a school; those who didn't, would think this was the entrance to an anime convention.

There were those wearing the black-bottomed red-cloud robes of the Akatsuki organization from Naruto, the Shinigami robes from Bleach, those wearing Sailor Moon's sailor suit with a shiny "Moon Prism" in their hands, and quite a few wearing different Sun Wukong clothes, carrying sticks.

Any anime character you could imagine seemed to be here, and it wasn't just anime.

Those who wore school uniforms properly had become the minority—no, it should be said that except for a very few who were focused on studying, no one else wore them at all.

Even the most pedantic dean of students in the past wore an eye patch like Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen today, although it looked more like it was used to cover dark circles.

However, Gojo Satoru can see the road with his eyes covered, can you see the road too?

(End of chapter)