Chapter 1115: Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Fun 02

In the afternoon, five youths invited from the various martial arts schools arrived.

Murong Qian and Murong Kun led the academy disciples to greet them.

Besides the royal disciples specializing in this training, many aristocratic youths also attended lectures at the academy, standing in a mighty array.

"Drive!"

A red-clad woman rode ahead; upon seeing them behind, she halted and dismounted, her heroic bearing graceful as she clasped fists toward Murong Qian.

"Ling Xiao, head of the Red Clothes Sect, is also the martial arts instructor for this lecture."

Murong Qian was somewhat surprised; of course he knew there would be a female martial arts instructor from the jianghu for this lecture, but he hadn't expected her to be so young.

"Murong Qian." He clasped fists, "My younger brother Murong Kun is also an instructor at the academy, though he is not good with words."

Murong Kun nodded.

"You two need not be surprised; my age is probably not younger than yours."

Ling Xiao glanced again at the five royal youths behind them, "Please also advise us in the future."

As they spoke, the line of five carriages had already arrived outside the academy.

All the disciples were curious what the legendary martial arts people looked like, and they all craned their necks to look.

The first to emerge was a blue-clad youth, handsome and refined, with an untamed wildness in his brows.

But after he got off the carriage, he did not immediately go into the academy; instead he walked toward the last carriage.

The second and third did the same.

Seeing this, the disciples' eyes lit up one after another.

"Aren't martial arts disciples supposed to be rough and uncouth?... How can they all be so handsome!" a disciple exclaimed.

The four youths waited outside the last carriage, as if awaiting, putting on an air of mystery.

The carriage curtain lifted, and the youth who jumped out wore white that outshone snow, handsome as jade, seeming not a martial arts person but a naturally admirable noble young master.

"Good heavens… are all martial arts people this handsome?"

A female disciple gasped, her face flushed.

"Compared to them, even the gentle and moist Ling Young Master seems a bit lacking."

The five royal youths heard the disciples' exclamations behind them, their expressions varied.

Xie Beiyao frowned, leaning close to Ling Xiuyu's ear, "I still prefer you."

Ling Xiuyu's ear tips turned slightly red; he gave him an annoyed glance, "What are you saying in public?"

"Hmph, actually he's better-looking than I thought."

Xie Yuancheng's gaze fell on the white-clad youth walking in the middle; when their eyes met, he clearly sensed that youth's slightly provocative smile.

【Detected villain of this world, triggering Blackening Value, Blackening Value 30, truly a pure little Crown Prince!】

【Mission requirement: clear Blackening Value, change the villain's tragic ending.】

"Tsk, you look at their eyes; surely you're being deceived by your appearance again."

The blue-clad youth Tingyang snorted, "Inside he's such a pervert."

Jin Chen gave a noncommittal response, "I never said that."

Wanzhou laughed helplessly, "What's there to fear? With so many people, isn't it enough for us few to play?"

Ye Susu and Si Ning walked hand in hand; the two girls, one lively and one gentle, were especially pleasing to the eye. Ye Susu chuckled, "Later, don't reveal our Anning's strength; they definitely won't notice!"

Si Ning coughed softly, embodying the delicacy of a willow in the wind, "I'm just... an ordinary, easily fainted pitiful thing."

The five entered the academy and all clasped fists, "Greetings, instructors."

Murong Qian nodded, "As long as you all arrived safely, that's fine. Go ahead to the lecture hall and wait."

Having said that, he first led Ling Xiao to the instructors' quarters, with Murong Kun following.

"Come on, come on, I'll take you there."

Xie Yuancheng deliberately changed his self-reference, walking at the front.

As they passed through the corridor and were about to reach the Heavenly Character Academy's gate, Xie Yuancheng gave Lan Wuyang a glance.

"Hurry! Begin the operation!"

Lan Wuyang's sleeve harp strings trembled, a clear ringing shot toward the nearest Tingyang.

Tingyang's steps did not stop; he even felt as if he heard nothing, only his ear twitched slightly as he turned his head.

The internal force rebounded; Lan Wuyang startled, retreated on the tips of his feet, his body skimming the ground backward, but the rebounding force was double what he had emitted, leaving him no time to dodge.

Lan Wuyang fell backward onto his buttocks.

"Whoa!"

Xie Yuancheng: "..." sigh.

He silently covered his forehead, pretending not to see the embarrassing person.

Tingyang quickly stepped forward, reaching out a hand to the fallen Lan Wuyang on the ground, his brows and eyes lifting provocatively, "Are you alright, brother?"

Lan Wuyang gritted his teeth, still unable to admit that he himself had tampered.

"No, problem!"

Everyone entered the lecture hall, the desks and chairs neatly arranged.

Xie Yuancheng again looked toward Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao affectionately grabbed Ye Susu's arm, "Come sit by my side; you don't know how stifled I feel being stuck among these men all day."

Ye Susu flashed a sweet smile.

"Sure."

Just as she sat down, she felt a strange softness under her feet.

Ye Susu lowered her head to look, and cried out, "Oh no!"

Everyone looked over; Jiang Yao thought she had been scared, about to laugh, when she saw Ye Su Su pick up the red snake easily.

How cute!! Is this a greeting gift? I really like it.

The red snake was very docile in her arms, unexpectedly appearing soft and cute.

Jiang Yao, caught off guard by the red snake's gaze, stepped back repeatedly in fright; then Ye Su Su pulled a centipede from her sleeve and threw it straight at Jiang Yao.

This is my return gift; I hope you like it~

Ahhh!!

Jiang Yao, frightened till her face paled, hurriedly hid behind Lan Wu Yang.

Ye Su Su was overjoyed, secretly glancing at Jin Chen, who gave her an approving look.

Damn! Lost another round!

Xie Yuan Cheng clenched his fists angrily, then looked at his cousin Xie Bei Yao.

Xie Bei Yao was born with divine strength and excellent aptitude; at just ten years old he could take on a tiger alone, earning him the title of the bravest youth in the capital.

He glanced over, saw no need to deal with the seemingly weak Si Ning, then turned his gaze to Ting Yang and threw a punch, as if they were brothers.

All the imperial offspring were ready to see Ting Yang sent flying by that punch!

As a result, Ting Yang still didn't move, merely tilting his neck; the skin below his chest instantly changed color, turning gray-white and hardening.

Bang!

After the punch, Ting Yang stood unmoving like a mountain, not shifting his feet.

His internal energy was likewise reflected back; Xie Bei Yao stumbled backward, nearly hitting the pillar, his eyes wide with surprise.

He could actually completely rebound his punch attack without any preparation!

Ah oh, really sorry, brother.

Ting Yang laughed, scratching his head, 'Forgot to hold back my strength; you should have told me you wanted to fight!'

Xie Bei Yao: '……'

His arm felt a bit numb; he gritted his teeth and returned a smile.

Ling Xiu Yu saw this, lightly waved his jade fan, wrapping a cold swift wind, and went toward Wan Zhou, saying, 'Sorry for the offense.'

Wan Zhou narrowed his eyes, his body extremely swift as he dodged left to avoid the wind.

Then he sprang up on the tips of his toes, his movements like lightning, swift and elusive; his dodges and attacks were so strange that one could never predict where he would appear, forced to retreat as a means of advancing.

Unaware that he had fallen into Wan Zhou's trap, almost completely suppressed, Ling Xiu Yu felt dizzy, unable to see his opponent's form, and could only keep retreating.

Ling Xiu Yu had completely lost the chance to take the offensive.

Uh!

Ling Xiu Yu's chest was struck, and after being hit with a pressure-point technique he lost his strength and fell backward.

Xie Bei Yao, quick-eyed and quick-handed, ignored his arm pain, supported him to steady his stance, eyes filled with worry.

Are you hurt?

No.

Ling Xiu Yu pressed his chest; the dull pain quickly faded, lasting only a moment.

'What strange martial arts.' Ling Xiu Yu exclaimed in surprise.