That was the last straw. The moment he heard that, Shen Langâs anger flared up. "So itâs that old bastard Qin Hunâs class. The fucker acts all high and mighty, but heâs always playing dirty tricks behind peopleâs backs! Last time at Wo Long Slope, when we ran into those guys from Celestial God Academy, I accidentally stepped on his shoe while we were running away. Ever since then, the bastard has been finding fault with me every single day, coming up with all sorts of ways to torture me. In the dead of winter, he made me go pick peach blossoms for his son. In the dog days of summer, he made me take his son to see ice sculptures. At high noon, he made me take his son to count the stars... Do you fucking think Iâm a god? That I can make flowers bloom or sprout whenever I want? Since itâs his class today, Iâm definitely going to get my revenge!"
Seeing Shen Lang fly into a rage, vowing to deal with Qin Hun Tutor and even rolling up his sleeves, Lin Feng and his friend frantically grabbed him from either side.
"Oh, my dear Young Master Lang, please calm down! Heâs a tutor, you canât win against him... Wooden Zither Tutor was also looking for you this morning. If she were here, Qin Hun might not be able to do anything to you, but without her, Qin Hun has a hundred ways to tear you limb from limb! Besides, itâs one thing if youâre not afraid of Qin Hun, but the key is that another Evil Star is closing in!" Lin Feng was on the verge of tears.
"Another Evil Star? Who?" Shen Lang asked, startled.
"Who else could it be? The Little Witch, Xue Dangdang, of course! The story about you shouting her name in your sleep and telling her to take off her clothes has already spread all over Tayun Academy. Sheâs looking to settle the score with you! She was just at the other end of the training grounds, but who knows where she went now. She might be heading to the classroom to find you. If we donât leave now, when will we?" Lin Feng said, huffing and puffing.
"Holy shit, why didnât you say so earlier!" Shen Langâs expression changed, and he turned to leave.
"Stay right there!" a gruff voice boomed across the training grounds. "Shen Lang, you have some nerve! You dare to be late for my class, and after being late, you dare to run! Are you trying to get expelled?!"
Hearing the word "expelled," Shen Lang stopped in his tracks.
âStay at Tayun Academy until you graduate. Donât get expelled.â That was his fatherâs instruction, and his only request.
He rolled his eyes, turned around, and said with a roguish smirk, "Tayun Academy isnât as scary as you make it out to be. As long as a student has mastered a certain skill, they donât have to attend class anymore. Surely Qin Hun Tutor knows that, right? I perfected a low-tier craft like Talisman Making years ago. Youâre really trying to threaten me with this?"
"Oh ho, since when did our classâs famous waste know Talisman Making? Can you tell us what kind of Talismans youâve crafted? An Ice Talisman? A Flame Talisman? Or perhaps an Invisibility Talisman?"
Class Monitor Xu Qing sneered, deliberately listing high-difficulty, high-grade Talismans.
"Haha, thatâs right! How come we never knew our class had such a genius whoâs already perfected Talisman Making? Is our class finally going to become famous throughout Tayun Academy?"
"What are you talking about? Our class is already famous throughout Tayun Academy, isnât it? How could we not be famous with such a well-known Sleep God? Come, come, our dear Young Master Lang, todayâs lesson is on the simplest Divine Movement Talisman. Why donât you come up and craft a few for us and Qin Hun Tutor to see?"
The group of students began to taunt Shen Lang, their gazes filled with malice.
This particular faction was the most arrogant in the class, and most students didnât dare to cross them.
The corner of Shen Langâs mouth curled up as he slowly walked toward Xu Qing, cracking his knuckles as he went.
"Wh-what are you trying to do! Qin Hun Tutor, he... heâs threatening me!" A panicked expression appeared on Xu Qingâs face. He couldnât help it; though he hadnât witnessed Shen Lang beating up Shen Daofeng, he had heard all about it that morning.
"Xu Qing, youâre not actually that dumb," Shen Lang said lightly. "The Xu Family and the Shen Family have been rivals for years, yet you still followed Shen Daofeng as your big brother and even instigated him to come after me. Quite a move." He continued, "But not smart enough... Shen Daofeng is at the Power Martial Realm Ninth Heaven, and even he got beaten to a pulp by me. Youâre just a piece of trash at the Power Martial Realm Sixth Heaven, yet you still dare to act so arrogantly in front of me. Do you have a death wish?"
"Shen Lang, youâre too insolent! How dare you threaten another student right in front of me! Are you courting death?!"
On the podium, Qin Hun Tutorâs face was twisted with rage. This was the first time he had ever encountered a student who was so arrogant toward him, who dared to ignore him and treat his words as if they were nothing but hot air!
And to make matters worse, this student was the notoriously famous waste of the entire academy, Shen Lang!
"Hehe, Qin Hun Tutor, youâve misunderstood me. How could I dare threaten another student in front of you? I just wanted to get a little closer to our esteemed Class Monitor." As he spoke, he shrugged and held out his hands, indicating he had no intention of doing anything untoward.
"Heh heh, I bet you wouldnât dare! Didnât you just say youâve perfected the Talisman Making Dao? In that case, shouldnât you be crafting a few Talismans for me to see? Let me warn you right now, if you canât produce anything, donât blame me for going to the Vice Dean and reporting everythingâyour tardiness, your threats toward a fellow student, and your deception of a tutor!"
Qin Hunâs eyes and tone were filled with menace, and even in front of so many students, he made no effort to conceal it.
"Craft Talismans? No problem, hahaha..." Shen Lang laughed heartily and casually patted Xu Qing on the back a few times, making it look as if they were the best of friends. The gesture made Xu Qing jump, but when he realized Shen Lang hadnât actually attacked and there was no Spiritual Power in his palm, an expression of relief washed over his face.
Ever since someone had described the miserable state Shen Daofeng was in after his beating, he had developed a sense of dread toward Shen Lang.
"Itâs just crafting Talismans, isnât it? Looks like todayâs lesson is on the Divine Movement Talisman. Fine, Iâll craft a few Divine Movement Talismans then. I just hope you, Tutor, will be the bigger man and not hold a grudge against a small-fry like me," Shen Lang said, swaggering over to an empty seat. He picked up a brush, dipped it in ink and Cinnabar, and began to draw on the yellow paper.
Qin Hun Tutor, who had been slightly skeptical at first, immediately sneered upon seeing Shen Langâs technique.
âHe didnât even set up a Spiritual Field on the yellow paper beforehand, and he barely has any Spiritual Power in his body. Heâs just scribbling nonsense like a child, and he dares to claim heâs crafting a Divine Movement Talisman in front of me! In a moment, Iâll make sure youâre utterly humiliated. Then Iâll go straight to the Vice Dean and have you expelled from Tayun Academy! Hmph, how dare you beat my classâs genius student, Shen Daofeng, half to death, making him miss the Thorn Valley trial in half a month. My hatred wonât be satisfied until Iâve completely destroyed you!â