Linjiang First High School, 4:40 PM.
Ding-a-ling~
With the sound of the class bell, the once quiet campus instantly erupted, students rushed out of the school gate with the joy of being released from a sentence, like wild dogs off the leash.
The young souls were cheering and jumping; the yearning for freedom is sothing that can’t be contained or killed!
Ye Qingzhou was also packing his school bag, preparing to go ho.
Huang Liwen ca over, "Pig Head Ye, the school’s Swordsmanship Club is recruiting new mbers today, let’s sign up together."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I’m not interested in children’s gas."
"Wow, those words are quite arrogant. If the seniors from the Swordsmanship Club heard you, wouldn’t they chop you into ten or eight pieces and dry you into sausage?"
Huang Liwen clicked his tongue twice, then lowered his voice, wiggling his thick black eyebrows with a wily expression and said to Ye Qingzhou a piece of gossip he heard from ’Master of All Things’ Nong Pengming, "I heard that our school’s flower Xu Yuebing will also join the Swordsmanship Club, aren’t you tempted at all?"
"Not tempted."
"Damn, that’s the moonlight in the hearts of all the boys at our school, haven’t you heard of the Ice Fairy’s famous na?"
"Never heard of it, anyway won are all the sa, they only slow down when drawing my sword."
Ye Qingzhou was obsessed with Martial Dao; in both his previous and current lives, he had little interest in matters of love.
In his eyes, won = trouble, love = self-inflicted worry.
Life is short, so why waste ti on aningless things?
Seeing Ye Qingzhou really wasn’t planning to sign up, Huang Liwen sighed, "It seems that Yun Shanshan’s matter hit you pretty hard, but you don’t have to turn dark because of it, right? If one tree doesn’t work out, you shouldn’t give up on the entire forest. That’s too extre. There are still good won in the world."
Ye Qingzhou rolled his eyes at Huang Liwen, "You’re busy planting trees all day, but I’ve never seen your love blossom into fruit."
"Damn! Speak of the devil!"
Huang Liwen, embarrassed and angry, showed Ye Qingzhou the middle finger.
Ye Qingzhou shrugged and then embarked on his way ho.
His ho wasn’t far from school, only about a fifteen-minute walk, and it’s fair to say the original owner had it quite rough.
His father Ye Xiangyang was a Professional Second Rank Martial Artist, and his mother Cheng Yurong were childhood sweethearts, having dated from high school and married after graduating from university, known as a golden couple in many people’s eyes, naturally matched.
Not long after they married, Ye Qingzhou was born.
But such a happy life unexpectedly ca to an abrupt end after Ye Xiangyang’s return from a Secret Realm exploration mission.
As expected, when Ye Qingzhou was three, Ye Xiangyang had an accident.
During the exploration of the Profound Nether Grotto Heaven, he was severely injured, damaging his Sea of Qi. Although he barely maintained his Martial Rank Second cultivation, his path in Martial Dao was forever blocked, with no hope of advancent.
What followed was a lodrama: Ye Xiangyang beca depressed and indulged in alcohol, while Cheng Yurong had a change of heart, divorced, and remarried to a promising second-generation cultivator, leading to their separation.
Later, Ye Xiangyang heard that soone had discovered the Golden Leaf Purple Lotus, a holy healing herb that could repair the Sea of Qi in the Kunlun Grotto Heaven. He left, never to return, and it’s been five years without any news of him.
Fortunately, professional martial artists receive state subsidies, and Ye Xiangyang had previously saved up a decent amount, so Ye Qingzhou is living quite well on his own, at least free from worry about food and clothing.
Organizing these fragnted mories of the original owner in his mind, Ye Qingzhou couldn’t help but sigh, "Father missing, mother remarried into a wealthy family, is this the plot of Nie Feng’s story? No wonder he beca Yun Shanshan’s simp; turns out he was lacking love since childhood."
It must be said, Yun Shanshan does bear so resemblance to Cheng Yurong in terms of looks and temperant, although Cheng Yurong is much prettier than Yun Shanshan.
After all, it wouldn’t be possible to remarry into a Martial Arts Family’s second-generation cultivator after a second marriage and having kids.
Ye Qingzhou in his previous life was also an orphan, and didn’t really yearn for family ties. After all, not being loved won’t kill you. Living alone can actually be quite carefree.
Carrying this carefree attitude, Ye Qingzhou had just stepped out of the school gates when soone blocked his path.
"Are you Ye Qingzhou?"
The person had a condensed aura with a sharp gaze, though not tall, giving a strong presence.
Ye Qingzhou looked up and noticed the person bore quite a resemblance to Hee Weifang, but their aura was completely different.
"I’m Hee Wenjie."
"Oh, so what?"
"Hah, still so calm after hearing my na, you’re quite sothing."
"What, you’re famous?"
Ye Qingzhou tilted his head, searching the original owner’s mories, he realized there wasn’t much impression of Hee Wenjie.
Well, it wasn’t surprising. The original owner was Yun Shanshan’s simp and mostly cared about matters related to Yun Shanshan at school. He hadn’t even heard of campus flower Xu Yuebing, so how could he know who Hee Wenjie was?
"Hee Weifang is my younger brother."
Ye Qingzhou had a sudden realization, "Oh, got it, you hit the younger one, and the older one ca. So, do you want to avenge your brother?"
Hee Wenjie’s face showed no anger; he looked calm, yet his words were forceful, "Though he’s not progressing, always causing trouble, even makes want to scold him, but he’s nonetheless my dear brother. When he’s bullied by others, as his older brother, I can’t idly stand by."
Finishing that, Hee Wenjie mobilized his Qi and Blood, posed in an unusual stance toward Ye Qingzhou.
In an instant, Ye Qingzhou felt a scorching aura approaching, and he knew at once: ’Like fire, this must be the second technique of the Six Military Techniques, Fire Technique.’
As one of the top three seniors at First High School, Hee Wenjie’s Martial Arts Cultivation was evident; though not as formidable as professional martial artists, it still far surpassed most of his peers.
Faced with Hee Wenjie, who had already taken his stance, Ye Qingzhou twisted his neck, his joints cracking, and finished warming up within a few breaths, "Are you sure you want to fight ?"
"What, are you scared?"
At this mont, Hee Wenjie’s exterior appeared as cold as ice, but inside, his Qi and blood were as fierce as burning fire, ready to explode at any mont.
Ye Qingzhou thoroughly scanned Hee Wenjie from head to toe and then seriously nodded, "Yeah, I’m actually quite scared. Your brother is a waste, you’re pretty wasteful too, but still much better than him. I’m afraid I’ll accidentally kill you."
"Heh, full of arrogance, I just hope your strength matches your swagger."
Hee Wenjie gave a solemn shout, his left foot cracking the concrete, and the imnse recoil force transmitted through his leg muscles, channeling to his right arm, a ferocious force erupted like a volcanic, roaring towards Ye Qingzhou.
Faced with the high school senior already versed in the Six Military Techniques, Ye Qingzhou, a sophomore, was far behind in terms of physical condition.
The power difference was like a cheetah eting a tiger.
To win, Ye Qingzhou could only rely on his combat skills, refined through countless practice, to attack Hee Wenjie’s vital areas effectively, which is why he said he was afraid of not being able to restrain himself and accidentally kill Hee Wenjie.
Just when the two were about to clash, an elegant figure suddenly appeared and, in a flash, blocked between the two.
Her left hand raised to deflect the Cannon Fist heading towards Ye Qingzhou’s chest, while her right hand pressed down, stopping Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Point aid at Hee Wenjie’s abdon.
"Stop it, both of you!"
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