Chapter 495: Want to stand up again?

Nangong Mo's eyes were full of endurance.

But his face never showed any anger.

Instead, it made Qingshu outside the field quite angry.

"Oh, sorry, big brother, I forgot that your legs really can't stand up!"

Nan Gong Han showed a sheepish expression, but his eyes shone brightly.

Someone echoed, "Even if you hold on, you still can't?"

"No way! I absolutely can't stand up!"

"Then that counts as completely ruined? You'll never stand up in this lifetime!"

Nangong Mo knew they were deliberately humiliating him.

Over the years, he has endured many similar humiliations, yet each time still leaves him covered in wounds.

It's like a wound torn open countless times; the pain, only he knows.

He hates.

Back then, if it weren't for Nan Gong Han and his birth mother scheming against him, how could he have fallen to this state?

Even more, he has always suspected that his inability to awaken the Golden Bloodline might also be due to this mother and son.

"Who said his legs could never stand up in this lifetime?"

Just then, a clear voice came from outside the training field.

To Nangong Mo, this voice was nothing short of heavenly music.

Regardless of whether what she said was true, he already felt utterly shocked.

He abruptly turned his head toward the direction the voice came from.

All he saw was a white-clad figure walking slowly over.

She wore the uniform of the Academy's Special Grade Instructor.

Although the design and style were not particularly beautiful, she wore it with an ethereal grace that stunned everyone.

She curled the corner of her lips, gave a wanton smile, her posture graceful, each step she took seemed to make lotuses bloom.

Nangong Mo just watched her, feeling each of her steps tread upon his heart.

His pupils contracted, his whole body utterly shocked.

The angry Qingshu, upon hearing and seeing Ye Qingran in that instant, seemed to see hope.

Could this fairy‑like woman be the master's salvation?

If possible, he would trade his life for a chance.

"Ye Qingran, what are you doing here?"

Ling Xueyao looked at Ye Qingran with a hostile gaze, her face grim.

If you asked who in this world she hated most, it would undoubtedly be Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran?

Upon hearing that name, the disciples of Kuiwei 88 Class were all stunned.

At the Divine Province Academy, probably no one has not heard the name Ye Qingran.

She single‑handedly defeated Ling Xueyao and secured the academy's sole Special Grade Instructor spot for the year.

Moreover, her two sons, with tied‑for‑first scores, entered the Divine Province Academy's most competitive Heavenly Jia Class!

Most importantly, she is now the class instructor of the Divine Province Academy's Renxu 108 Class, famed as the Demon Class!

The story is so exciting it leaves one speechless.

Of course, to the disciples of Kuiwei 88 Class, before this Ye Qingran had only been heard of, never seen.

Upon seeing her today, she was indeed stunning.

In person, she is even more beautiful and refined than the legends say.

"Ye Qingran, this isn't your Renxu 108 Class—what are you doing here?"

Li Zhanglao's face was grim.

If it weren't for Ye Qingran and her two little bastards, he wouldn't have lost all face.

"Li Zhanglao, as a Special Grade Instructor, I should be able to come and go here at any time, right?"

Ye Qingran weighed the token representing her status.

Li Zhanglao frowned deeply.

"But we're in class right now—your coming over now is hardly appropriate, is it?"

"Class? Are you sure you're teaching? To me it feels more like a struggle session."

Ye Qingran glanced at Nangong Mo with meaning.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Ye Elder jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Why are you getting so worked up, Li Zhanglao? At your age, watch out for a stroke—or you'll easily end up in a wheelchair."

"You!"

Li Zhanglao was furious.

"Ye Qingran, this is cursing him!"

Ye Qingran stared at him, her eyes full of cold intent.

As a member of the Academy Elder Council and the Class Elder of Class 88, he actually lets the disciples bully and humiliate Nangong Mo—utterly unfit to be a teacher!

"Are you Ye Qingran?"

Nan Gong Han raised his brows, sizing up Ye Qingran with a hostile gaze.

The honor that should have belonged to Nan Gong Han and his son and daughter was snatched away by Ye Qingran's two sons, which made him very unhappy.

What's more, Ye Qingran dared to slap Ling Xueyao in public.

This is practically a provocation of Huangjin City's authority!

If it weren't for this being the Divine Province Academy, Ye Qingran would have died a hundred times already!

"Not bad, I am Ye Qingran."

Ye Qingran nodded and said.

"You just said you have a way to heal my older brother's leg?" Nan Gong Han asked with a smile, his eyes full of contempt.

Nan Gong Mu has consulted renowned physicians these years; even a ninth-rank pill master couldn't heal his leg, yet a mere academy instructor dares to be confident?

"Not bad."

Ye Qingran openly admitted.

"Oh? I'm curious, how do you intend to heal my older brother's leg?"

"Why should I tell you? And who are you, exactly?"

Who is he?

Being asked this question, Nan Gong Han found it quite laughable.

How can there still be someone who doesn't know Nan Gong Han?

"Instructor Ye, take a good look—this person is the Little City Lord of Huangjin City, Nan Gong Han!"

A young man behind Nan Gong Mu hurried to answer, his face showing an expression of prideful satisfaction.

"What, is the Little City Lord of Huangjin City a mute? Does he need someone else to speak for him?"

Nan Gong Han's face darkened.

"And you—who are you? Are you Huangjin City's dog?"

That young man stared, then flew into a rage: "Instructor Ye, how dare you speak like that?"

"If you're not Huangjin City's dog, then what are you licking?"

Ye Qingran coldly snorted.

"So you're the Little City Lord of Huangjin City, Nan Gong Han." Ye Qingran's gaze shifted to Nan Gong Mu, and she added, "Then this must be Nan Gong Mu."

"He is indeed the eldest legitimate son—his looks surpass those of the younger son."

Ye Qingran said leisurely.

What?

Ye Qingran said, "Is Nan Gong Mu better than his Nan Gong Han?"

"Are you blind? He's a cripple!"

Nan Gong Han gritted his teeth and said.

"Even as a cripple, he's better than you; if he could stand up, he'd kill you in an instant."

Nan Gong Han's face turned livid with anger.

He hates hearing anyone say that Nan Gong Mu is better than him.

This was his nightmare from his youth.

When they were children, Nan Gong Mu excelled in everything, and everyone said he would inherit the position of Huangjin City's lord.

He never accepted that.

Later, Nan Gong Mu was ruined, and such talk ceased.

It has been many years.

Now he hears that voice again.

"If that's the case, I'm actually very eager to see my older brother stand up again!"

Nan Gong Han coldly snorted, his tone full of confidence.

He declared that Nan Gong Mu would never be able to stand again in this lifetime!

"Then just wait and see."

Ye Qingran turned her gaze to Nan Gong Mu.

From her appearance until now, Nan Gong Mu had not spoken a word, merely staring at Ye Qingran with a deep and complex gaze.

"Do you want to stand up again?"

She stood before him, her tone serious and solemn.

Behind her blazed a vast sun, her appearance absolutely stunning.

Nan Gong Mu slightly raised his head, just staring blankly at her.

Many years later, he still clearly remembers this day.

Because this was the turning point of his fate.