Chapter 7: Seven, What about mockery? What about contempt?

Seven, What about mockery? What about contempt?

Entering the Welcome Pavilion, Qin Yuan found a corner seat.

On the surface, he spoke naturally with the classmates at his table.

In reality, he felt somewhat uneasy.

Who knew if suddenly a cauldron bearing the Samadhi True Fire would drop from the sky—uh, break into the scene; this isn't Journey to the West.

Who knew if suddenly someone would use a Supreme Emperor Weapon and break into the scene of A Will Eternal.

Who knew if suddenly a group of reputable people would hold so-called evidence claiming Qin Yuan was actually a descendant of the Demon Clan, breaking into the scene of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

He casually lifted his head.

Shen Shen Yaoqiao walked over with a smile.

With a slender waist, long legs, and an excellent figure, she was an eye-catching weapon wherever she went.

In an instant, many people around raised their heads, their gazes following her figure.

Don't come over!

Qin Yuan shouted in his heart.

"Everyone's seat is arranged in advance; your seat is at the main table. Mom arranged it specifically. Look how much Mom cares for you."

Shen Shen Yaoqiao transmitted the voice.

I thank your mom—uh, actually, she is also my mom; a godmother is also a mom.

Qin Yuan imagined the scene after agreeing.

As soon as he sat down, he received resentful glances from many senior students, juniors, and teachers.

"Who is this kid? Why does he get to sit at the main table?"

"Yeah, why? I haven't even sat at the main table yet."

"We need to keep a close eye on him in the future."

Qin Yuan decisively transmitted a refusal: "No need, sitting here is fine for me."

"Then I won't sit at the main table either."

Shen Shen Yaoqiao's steps quickened slightly.

Qin Yuan suddenly felt someone watching him.

And not just one person.

With a puzzled look, he turned his head to see.

Diagonally across the table, two handsome guys with good looks and impeccable taste were sizing him up.

Upon being looked at, they simultaneously revealed a benevolent smile that clearly had been practiced countless times in front of a mirror.

These two guys.

Qin Yuan knew them very well.

One was named Aji, the other Afei.

They came from prestigious families.

Their fathers—uh, there was nothing much to say about their fathers.

Their grandfathers were very powerful; they were among the few Great Cultivators of the Daoist Platform Second Heaven in the current age.

A few years ago, when Qin Yuan came to Luzhou, he had fought them (if one-sided beating counts as fighting).

These two shared a common hobby.

Shen Shen Yaoqiao.

And it was the kind of hobby a simp has for a goddess.

Qin Yuan smiled at them with sympathy.

Even without him, Shen Shen Yaoqiao would not like them.

Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to become simps.

Hmm, these two brats are actually using a Strange Treasure to probe my cultivation level. Fine, let them probe.

Afei and Aji immediately probed Qin Yuan's cultivation level: the Second Heaven of the Qi Refinement Realm.

He couldn't even touch the tail end of the first tier.

This is a great era where power belongs to oneself; the arrogant Shen Shen Yaoqiao would never like a weakling.

The two exchanged a quick glance, both revealing faint smiles of relief.

Remembering they were rivals, their smiles froze simultaneously.

"Move inside a bit; I want to sit here."

Shen Shen Yaoqiao, now close by, said casually.

Just as if she were in her own home.

Strictly speaking, that wasn't wrong; her father was the top combat power of Luzhou Academy, and her mother was the Dean of Luzhou Academy.

Afei and Aji pulled out the chairs beside them almost simultaneously.

Their skill was so practiced it was tear-jerking.

Qin Yuan made no move whatsoever.

Instead, he transmitted a warning: "Do not sit next to me."

You won't let me sit? Then I will sit anyway... Shen Shen Yaoqiao's stubbornness lasted less than a second before she changed her mind and sat down in a random spot.

Even Shen Shen Yaoqiao cared about her face.

Afei and Aji diagonally across were only slightly disappointed, after all, Shen Shen Yaoqiao did not sit next to either of them.

"Qiaoqiao, this is a rainbow fruit ice cream I made with my own hands for you."

A Fei took out a large box of fruit ice cream, emitting colorful light and looking delicious, from his Metaverse (the localized name for the Qi Sea).

"This is a Grade One Guiling Gao I made for you."

A Ji also pulled out an exquisite box emitting cold air, with seven-colored light flickering.

It was obvious a great deal of effort had been put into it.

Shen Shen Yaoqiao's love for sweets was no secret within their small circle.

No one was surprised that A Fei and A Ji had brought carefully crafted sweets.

"Thank you, but I have no appetite."

Shen Shen Yaoqiao waved her pale white small hand, speaking with a distinct sense of distance.

She glanced at Qin Yuan without leaving a trace.

Why wasn't Qin Yuan the one bringing out sweets?

If Qin Yuan had brought them out, even if they tasted terrible, she would have finished them all.

A Fei and A Ji were still only a little disappointed.

Similar things had happened to them too many times; they had long since made it a natural habit.

"If Qiaoqiao won't eat it, let us have it."

"Yes."

This world has never lacked people with thick skin.

"As long as Qiaoqiao agrees, I have no objection."

A Fei looked at Shen Shen Yaoqiao and said with a smile.

"I feel the same."

A Ji immediately followed up.

"I have no objection."

Shen Shen Yaoqiao answered very decisively.

In the next moment, the people at the table rushed to snatch the food.

The two large boxes of sweets were more than half consumed in the blink of an eye.

A Fei and A Ji's hearts were dripping blood; they had added many precious ingredients to the sweets, and now, it was all wasted. Despite being extremely, extremely unhappy, the two still wore full smiles.

After a while.

A Fei, feeling a bit choked up, made conversation: "A Yuan, why did you suddenly start wearing a hat?"

The gazes of everyone at the table fell on Qin Yuan's head.

Qin Yuan thought to himself, Fool, this isn't a hat; this is a Helmet Dao Soldier I spent many days refining.

As for why he was wearing it?

It was very simple.

Who eats a meal without wearing a helmet?

One must know that the most vulnerable part of a cultivator is the head where the Primordial Spirit resides.

Once it suffers a severe blow, there is a high probability of death and the dissolution of the Dao.

"This isn't a hat; this is a defensive-type Dao Soldier for protecting the head." Qin Yuan explained with a calm expression.

A Fei was stunned, cursed him as a madman in his heart, then forced a smile: "You really came prepared."

Qin Yuan, acting 'heartless and conscienceless', continued: "This belt of mine, on the surface is a belt, but is actually a soft sword."

"Where is the sword you carry with you?"

A Ji, sitting nearby, asked curiously.

Qin Yuan tapped the sword at his side, and a blue protective shield, thin as a cicada's wing, appeared.

It bathed everyone at the table in blue light.

"Actually, it is also a defensive-type Dao Soldier. Are you convinced now?"

"No wonder you are so cool."

A Ji teased.

"What if you are severely injured and cannot summon divine power to retrieve weapons from the Metaverse or the Dao Platform, and the belt is gone too? Then you wouldn't know what to do?"

A Fei said.

"That won't stump me; this pair of socks of mine is also an offensive weapon."

Qin Yuan laughed.

Everyone at the table's jaws dropped; what the hell kind of person is this?

This is a place where cultivators gather; his courage is too small.

"Don't be afraid. If anything happens, I will protect you."

A Ji acted with the full demeanor of a big brother.

After speaking, he specifically glanced at Shen Shen Yaoqiao.

Qiaoqiao showed no reaction on the surface.

She probably felt a bit of contempt for Qin Yuan in her heart.

"That's right."

A Fei was unwilling to fall behind.

Another senior brother nearby extended a large hand and patted Qin Yuan's shoulder with a look of deep concern.

This, this, this... this isn't what I expected.

Where's the mockery? Where's the contempt?

Even a look of disdain would have done.

Could it be that since everyone is an adult, they've bottled up their thoughts?

【Mind-Reading Divine Art】

Come out.

The Mind-Reading Divine Art is a supernatural ability developed by Qin Yuan to perceive others' emotions.

Its accuracy isn't very high.

Qin Yuan used the Mind-Reading Divine Art to scan the area.

Except for A Fei and A Ji, who weren't very sincere, everyone's concern was genuine, coming straight from the heart.

This, this... Qin Yuan was left speechless.