Chapter 7

Chapter 5: The Decline of Morals!

Li Muyang is a kind person; he has never bullied anyone from childhood to adulthood.

In his memory, he has never done such a thing even once.

Moreover, he has always been bullied by others, contributing significantly to reducing juvenile delinquency in the empire.

If those energetic and easily impulsive young people did not vent their frustrations on him every day, they might have done even more extreme and terrifying things to others.

Therefore, Li Muyang couldn't help but think about a question—how could a man like an angel be struck by lightning?

The incident of being struck by lightning has always been a thorn in Li Muyang's side, deeply rooted in his bones, causing a strong sense of inferiority.

Think about it, just as the heavens had sent you to this world, they regretted it and wanted to strike you back. Wouldn't anyone feel humiliated?

It is also because of being struck by lightning that Li Muyang's body has been weak since birth.

Other children grow up in a honey pot, while Li Muyang grows up in a medicine pot.

From the time he could barely remember, an old Taoist priest, who looked like a wandering doctor, would often come to his house.

He wore a dirty Taoist robe year-round, with sleeves greasy like they hid a roasted chicken. Each time he came, he would bring a large bag of herbs, busy himself in the kitchen, and then force Li Muyang to drink a bowl of medicine even more disgusting than his sleeves.

At first, Li Muyang refused, but the old Taoist didn't force him. After snapping his fingers, Li Muyang would foolishly take the bowl and drink it—

Li Muyang always felt uneasy about doing such things, but being young and ignorant, he couldn't find the right words to describe his feelings at the time.

Later, he accidentally discovered a word that made him feel a tingling sensation all over: "Despicable!"

When Li Muyang was eleven, the old Taoist felt all over his body and then said to his parents with a relieved face, "The old Taoist has not failed his mission. I have managed to save the young master's life. Being struck by lightning, for a weak human body to survive is already a miracle. The young master has great fortune, and his future prosperity is beyond words. Although his life has been saved, his physical condition is still very different from ordinary people. He cannot practice martial arts or swordsmanship, and his mind—"

"Is his mind damaged?" Li Muyang's father, Li Yan, asked anxiously.

"Not exactly," the old Taoist shook his head, signaling Li Yan not to panic. "Due to the impact of the lightning, his brain has been severely affected and may become somewhat foolish—perhaps with the great fortune of the young master, he will recover as he grows older."

"That still means his mind is damaged," Li Yan's face turned ashen. "Master, can't you think of another way? This child has had a hard life, encountering so many calamities from birth—can you help him again? If you stay in Jiangnan for a few more years, I will ensure you have good wine and meat—no, no, we will ensure you live comfortably. Is that okay?"

"Human effort can only do so much; the rest is up to fate," the old Taoist smiled and refused. "The old Taoist has a calamity to face soon and needs to prepare. We will meet again."

The old Taoist left, and Li Muyang missed him.

Because only he called the son of a taxi driver 'young master,' and Li Muyang liked this title. Unfortunately, no one called him that again.

More people called him 'Little Black Coal.'

If you do anything for three years, you can become an expert in that field. Li Muyang had been taking Chinese medicine for over ten years, so he could easily smell the various pungent herbs in the fart Zhang Chen released—

"The morals of the world are declining. Zhang Chen, I never expected you to use such a despicable method to take revenge on me—every time you bully me first, can you blame me for the boat incident? You came to hit me, and I just blocked it, and you flew away—can you blame me for that?"

Li Muyang couldn't continue because he noticed Zhang Chen was crying.

He was really crying, tears streaming down his face as if someone had dragged him out and humiliated him a thousand times.

Li Muyang was stunned and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Stop it—" Zhang Chen wiped his tears and said, "Please, stop—"

Li Muyang looked wary and said, "Are you deliberately trying to play the sympathy card?"

"Li Muyang—" Zhang Chen clutched his stomach, unable to stand straight. "You're bullying me to death."

Li Muyang glanced around and saw that all the students were looking at them.

Li Muyang was a bit panicked and quickly explained, "Everyone saw, he came to bully me first, I didn't do anything—"

"Li Muyang said Zhang Chen's fart contained toxic substances," someone said, defending Zhang Chen.

At this moment, many people began to sympathize with Zhang Chen.

Although they usually disliked Zhang Chen, thinking he always liked to show off and bully classmates,

they had never seen someone humiliate another person to this extent.

"His fart does have the smell of Wu Ling Zhi, don't believe me, smell it yourselves," Li Muyang said seriously. He was a serious person, serious when sleeping and serious when explaining. "He didn't go to anyone else, but stood next to me—wasn't it to take revenge for the last time I embarrassed him?"

"——"

Zhang Chen felt like he had been stabbed again.

Ding—

The class bell rang.

Empire History teacher Zhao Mingzhu walked into the classroom, stood at the podium, and was about to start the lesson when she noticed her beloved student Zhang Chen standing next to Li Muyang, tears streaming down his face. She couldn't help but get angry and shouted, "Li Muyang, what have you done?"

Li Muyang, seeing Zhao Mingzhu's anger, confirmed his suspicions and said coldly, "I knew you were playing the sympathy card—"

"——"

Li Muyang looked Zhao Mingzhu in the eye and said, "Teacher, I didn't do anything."

Zhao Mingzhu was even more furious. In ten years of teaching, she had never seen a student as dull and unambitious as Li Muyang.

She rushed to Li Muyang, slapped his desk, and shouted, "Li Muyang, do you think I'm an idiot? If you didn't do anything, why is Zhang Chen like this? Why is he crying in front of you? Do you have any intelligence at all? Do you think we have any intelligence at all?"

"Teacher, I really didn't do anything," Li Muyang said with a bitter smile. "Zhang Chen rushed to my desk, slapped it, and called me despicable—"

"That proves you are despicable," Zhao Mingzhu cut off Li Muyang's explanation and said, "I know what kind of person you are. The first day I met you, I knew you were a stubborn person—"

Zhao Mingzhu was a renowned teacher in Jiangnan, transferred to Fuxing High School to teach senior high school Empire History to help students who were already on the verge of entering higher education to achieve better results.

Unexpectedly, on her first day at this school, an unpleasant incident occurred. Someone dared to sleep in her class.

This was an extreme disrespect and provocation.

Zhao Mingzhu was furious. After calling out a few times without a response, she threw the chalk and knocked it for the entire class until it broke—

Zhao Mingzhu asked Li Muyang if he could stop sleeping in her class, but Li Muyang shook his head and said 'no.'

From then on, she became increasingly displeased with this student. Whenever she had the chance, she would mock him, using him as an example of a bad student, and even called him a 'pig' first.

However, no matter how she insulted and belittled Li Muyang, he would just laugh foolishly and fall asleep again.

"Teacher, I think you have misunderstood me. You don't know what happened—"

"Misunderstood?" Zhao Mingzhu laughed coldly. She turned to the students behind her and asked, "Have I misunderstood Li Muyang?"

No one dared to respond.

Everyone could see that Zhao Mingzhu was determined to hold Li Muyang accountable. Who would want to speak up for him and risk angering the female demon?

"Li Muyang, do you know who the founding emperor of our Xifeng Empire is? Do you know when the 'New Moon Governance' began, which affected the entire continent? Do you know who the 'Wen Cheng Wu De' refers to?"

"Li Muyang, you know nothing—your whole day is just eating and sleeping. I'm curious, did your parents give you money to come to school and sleep? If you like sleeping so much, why don't you go home and sleep to your heart's content—no one will disturb you, and you won't waste your parents' hard-earned money—"

"Teacher—"

"Get out."

"Teacher—"

"Get out."

"Teacher, you are wrong," a gentle voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere in the classroom.

(PS: The genius magician has once again become supreme, always standing behind you, never leaving. Also, Jun Ling has become our 14th patron. First in monthly votes, thank you for everything you have done for me!)

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