Chapter 777: Obedient Disciple Comes into the Embrace 11

The next day, at the Mao hour.

All disciples who had obtained a teaching slot had already arrived early at Tianling Peak Academy.

Upon learning that today's lesson would be given by the Elder of the Spiritual Order, they had been excited for several days in advance.

You see, in their Profound Heaven Sect, the Elder of the Spiritual Order is the embodiment of strength.

Although many disciples had never actually seen a true person, it did not hinder their admiration.

Stories about the Elder of the Spiritual Order's deeds were already well known to them.

"Hey, look at that—that's the new disciple recently taken in by the Elder of the Spiritual Order, and moreover, their only disciple."

"I've heard that too; although his strength isn't great, being accepted as a disciple by the Elder must mean he has something remarkable about him."

Fei Mian had just entered when he attracted the gaze of many disciples, who then began discussing the recent rumors.

He ignored both good and bad comments, turned his head, looked around, and chose a desk closest to the lecture platform.

As soon as he sat down, someone immediately started talking to him.

"You must be Junior Uncle Fei Mian, right? Why hasn't the Elder of the Spiritual Order come yet?"

The blue-pattern white-clad disciple from the desk on the left leaned over and asked.

The uniforms of all disciples in the Profound Heaven Sect are primarily white, with different patterns for each institute: the Sword Cultivation Institute has gold patterns, while this brown pattern belongs to the Martial Cultivation Institute.

Only the lineage of Jin Chen bears silver patterns, making it especially conspicuous.

Fei Mian had never before been called that by others—well, the previous time doesn't count.

He gave a shy smile, his voice soft and obedient.

"Master and the Sect Leader have matters to discuss; they said they'll arrive shortly."

"Okay, okay, okay, hehe!"

That Martial Cultivation Institute disciple seemed to be charmed by Fei Mian; he was a few years older, with well-developed muscles, appearing honest and sturdy.

"Junior Uncle, have you had breakfast yet? I still have a few buns—would you like to eat them?"

"Thank you!"

Fei Mian's eyes instantly lit up; he hadn't eaten anything today.

He was just feeling hungry.

He took the bun wrapped in oil paper, held it with both hands and nibbled, his lips glistening as he ate.

"This is delicious—it's a specialty of our Martial Cultivation Institute!"

Seeing Fei Mian like it, that disciple also scratched his head in delight; his dark face actually showed a hint of red.

"Tsk, it's really unbecoming to like eating your stuff."

Suddenly four people strode over, each tall and sturdy, with obvious scorn on their faces.

"Qiu Shi! You brat, don't spout nonsense—what do you mean by 'our Martial Cultivation Institute's specialty'? Only a poor old bum like you would like eating that!"

Qiu Shi's smiling face from just moments ago instantly drooped; mocked, he dared not retort, seeming already accustomed to it.

But those words just now were really unpleasant to hear.

After finishing a bun, Fei Mian turned his head, eyes filled with doubt.

"Who are you?"

"Why so fierce? The buns are so tasty—why say they're not fit for the table?"

Who would have thought those words would instantly provoke the four into loud laughter, exchanging mocking glances.

"You little brat, which institute's newcomer are you? Ignorant! How could you be friends with Qiu Shi??"

"Before joining the sect, you were probably just like Qiu Shi—a poor devil whose family can't even afford a pot! Hahahahaha!"

The four laughed, but soon realized something was off.

Everyone stared at them, unable to find words, wanting to speak but stopping, with strange looks.

"What kind of look is that? What are you staring at?!"

The leader, voice rough, asked.

Qiu Shi silently raised his head: "This is Junior Uncle Fei Mian, a personal disciple of the Elder of the Spiritual Order… you… cannot insult him."

Facing these people, Qiu Shi's tone trembled slightly.

Fei Mian could tell he was afraid.

Because he himself had almost picked up such a bad habit before.

His eyes rolled, Fei Mian extended his oily hand, stepped onto a stool with one foot; although still not as tall as those people, he considered himself already quite imposing.

"You lot, why don't you bow to me?!"

Very imposing.

Just a childish voice, lacking any deterrent power.

The four Martial Cultivation disciples froze in place, about to make a joke, but seeing the gazes of those around them, it really didn't look like they were joking.

"Fei Mian, how can you use your status to bully others?"

Xie Xi suddenly stood up; his injuries seemed to have fully healed, and speaking now, his presence was even stronger than Fei Mian's.

"If the Elder finds out, he will surely punish you!"

He lifted his head and glared, extremely fierce.

It seems he still dislikes Fei Mian a lot.

Fei Mian doesn't like him either.

"You're really annoying; did your previous injury even heal? Now you're meddling again—Master certainly won't punish me."

"Fei Mian!"

Xie Xi was so angry he put his hands on his hips.

Dong—

The class bell rang.

Everyone who had come to watch the excitement hurriedly sat down, but they still couldn't help turning their heads to look.

Until they saw a flash of white clothing walk in.

Jin Chen scanned the crowd inside the hall, lingering on the faces of the few people standing.

Do you need this venerable one to ask you to sit down?

The four Martial Cultivation Academy disciples who had just been fierce and mighty dare not talk back; normally they just swagger, but this is a Spiritual Order Venerable Elder!

They hurriedly found a seat and sat down, not daring to speak.

Xie Xi bowed to Jin Chen with a tone like he was filing a complaint.

Venerable Elder, you don't know, Fei Mian is simply outrageous, actually using his status as a martial uncle to bully ordinary disciples!

Jin Chen walked toward the lecture platform, and after hearing the complaint, he stopped beside Fei Mian's desk, lowering his gaze.

Master! He's talking nonsense.

Fei Mian was so angry he couldn't stand it, also crossing his arms and retorting, without even getting up from the stool,

I'm so hungry, and then Qiu Shi gave me a few buns to eat; I haven't finished them yet, and those people came over and started scolding me!

He held up the uneaten buns to show Jin Chen.

Look, I still have evidence.

His paws were still oily.

Jin Chen helplessly lowered his eyes, tossed him a cloth, and said, "Wipe it clean, then come down and sit properly."

He wasn't angry at all; in fact, his tone was even gentler than that remark just now.

Fei Mian knew the Master wouldn't scold him, he hehehed twice, jumped down and sat properly, wiping his hands clean.

Noticing Qiu Shi looking at him, he turned his head and broke into a bright smile.

Then he propped his chin with both hands, attentively watching the Master's lecture.

Although he had seen it many, many times before, the Master's face never gets tiresome!

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 55!】

After the whole lecture, all the disciples were very quiet.

The Immortal Masters who had come to listen as observers were moved to tears and snot.

These rascals used to not even last a stick of incense in his class before they started whispering to each other.

Today they're actually being this serious!

Except for Fei Mian.

He was really about to fall asleep on the ground.

This content was all taught by Jin Chen before; he had it memorized.

Also because he got up a bit too early today.

The little head in the front row kept nodding, his body swaying, and just before he was about to fall over, he jerked awake again, continuing to prop up his head while fighting drowsiness.

Fei Mian's gaze was hazy, his eyes watery as if covered by a layer of mist; he silently yawned several times, so tired he couldn't tell north from south.

But he was just too cute, inexplicably drawing the gaze of several others in the same row.