Chapter 4

"Got a problem? Shi Xiaogang, are you still sticking up for that pig-headed young master? Why don't you take a look in the mirror? With your measly Second Rank Later-stage cultivation, you're just a three-legged cat," Hou Decai sneered, his voice shrill and his attitude extremely arrogant and domineering, completely ignoring Shi Xiaogang.

Shi Xiaogang was usually honest and low-key. With Hou Decai's aggressive stance and the surrounding people egging him on, his face turned bright red.

He was seething with anger inside, but his lips moved, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhu Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, and he let out a soft hum. He was a body with two souls.

His soul in this life wasn't exactly a good person either; he was once a scoundrel. He used to brag and lie because of his low cultivation, but deep down, he was also a hot-headed and combative guy. Now that his cultivation had reached the Third Rank Later-stage, how could he let Hou Decai, a Third Rank cultivator, step on his neck?

"Scram!" Zhu Yu spat out a single word through his teeth, his eyes rolling, and a greenish hue appeared on his face.

He raised his hand slightly, and a glow flashed in his palm. The peach wood talisman sword appeared, and a green light shot out, heading straight for Hou Decai.

Hou Decai was taken aback, instinctively stepping back and suddenly sidestepping to clear the path.

Zhu Yu's lips curled slightly, and he gracefully passed by, still walking forward with his head held high.

The two exchanged blows in a flash, and many people around only saw the talisman light flashing and Hou Decai stepping aside, allowing Zhu Yu to pass easily.

The entire hall suddenly fell silent.

"Be careful!" Shi Xiaogang suddenly shouted loudly.

Hou Decai, feeling humiliated and enraged, was caught off guard by Zhu Yu's sudden attack, which made him feel his face was lost.

How could he lose face in front of so many people?

He summoned his magical tool, a genuine and high-quality "Demon Subduing Tiger Ring."

At the South Sea Cultivation Academy, even the lowly students in Dormitory 103 would go to great lengths to craft a decent magical tool for themselves.

Like Zhu Yu, who used the school-standard "Peach Wood Talisman Sword" as a magical tool, was extremely rare.

For cultivators, a magical tool was not just about enhancing power; it was also a matter of face, reflecting a cultivator's status. In a sense, a magical tool was a cultivator's business card and face.

The "Demon Subduing Tiger Ring" was summoned, and a green light flashed, striking Zhu Yu's back.

Although Zhu Yu was protected by a magical robe, it was the lowest grade in the academy and could not withstand a full-strength attack from a high-quality magical tool.

If this hit, with Zhu Yu's cultivation, he would likely be on the brink of death.

The surrounding disciples, many of whom had their eyes wide open, were suddenly in a dead silence.

Hou Decai was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty. To use such a vicious move in a lecture hall where everyone could see, he clearly intimidated many people.

Just as the green light from the "Demon Subduing Tiger Ring" was about to hit Zhu Yu,

Zhu Yu, as if he had eyes on his back, took a step to the side, raised his right hand, and three talisman lights flashed in his palm. The "Peach Wood Talisman Sword" instantly grew larger, radiating brilliantly.

"Clang!" The talisman sword and the tiger ring clashed in the air.

Zhu Yu frowned, and the light of the talisman sword dimmed slightly, but in an instant, he channeled his mana, and two more talisman lights flashed.

The light of the talisman sword shone brightly again.

Another "Clang!" "Clang!" followed, and then a "Clank!" The green light dissipated, and the ancient bronze tiger ring fell to the ground, revealing its original form.

Zhu Yu's "Peach Wood Talisman Sword," still glowing, transformed into a stream of light and slashed directly at Hou Decai's head.

"Ah..."

The crowd burst into exclamations.

The battle between Zhu Yu and Hou Decai, though it seemed long, was actually over in the blink of an eye.

A moment ago, Zhu Yu was in a precarious situation, but in an instant, he turned the tables and had the killing intent to slay Hou Decai.

Hou Decai was already pale with fear.

The ferocity he had just shown was long gone, and he opened his mouth to shout, "Murder! Murder in the lecture hall..."

He only managed to say half of it before Zhu Yu let out a cold hum, his hand trembled slightly, and the sword light veered, barely cutting off Hou Decai's topknot.

In the next moment, Zhu Yu suddenly kicked out with the "Longevity Leopard Tail Kick," a move all disciples knew, striking Hou Decai's chest and abdomen with nearly a thousand pounds of force.

Hou Decai flew out like a dead dog, landing two yards away.

"Spit!" A mouthful of fresh blood gushed out, and he quickly collapsed to the ground.

Zhu Yu reached out and summoned the fallen "Demon Subduing Tiger Ring." Since it was a low-grade magical tool without a mental imprint, even though it had been blood-bound, Zhu Yu's spell erased Hou Decai's aura completely.

He quickly put the item into his storage bag and said, "Your cultivation is too low. A high-quality magical tool in your hands is a waste. I'll keep this from now on!"

Silence, complete silence.

Who didn't recognize Zhu Yu, the notorious figure in the Spirit Talisman Hall? He was known for his shameless and unambitious nature, always bragging and chasing girls. But just now...

The "Peach Wood Talisman Sword" was the lowest-grade magical tool, without any rank.

But to be able to control a "Peach Wood Talisman Sword" to such a degree, and to flash three talisman lights with a single gesture, almost reaching the limit of controlling this magical tool, was this... still the Zhu Yu everyone usually looked down upon?

It was well-known that the South Sea Cultivation Academy had a specific system for equipping magical tools to low-level disciples.

Disciples below the Fourth Rank Later-stage had not yet reached the "Insight" stage, so high-quality magical tools could not fully unleash their power.

Therefore, the "Peach Wood Talisman Sword" was the most suitable low-level magical tool. The talisman sword, driven by talismans, was a method of controlling the sword, which, although greatly reduced in power, allowed low-level disciples to perform different moves. As long as the control level was high, it could still unleash considerable combat power.

However, most disciples wouldn't bother with a talisman sword. Who would waste their energy on such a thing?

Once they reached the "Insight" stage, they could freely control high-quality magical tools, and the talisman sword would become insignificant.

Zhu Yu's victory today was due to his mastery of the "Peach Wood Talisman Sword," while Hou Decai, despite having a high-quality magical tool, had not yet reached the "Insight" stage and could not fully utilize its power.

This imbalance naturally gave Zhu Yu the upper hand.

Perhaps the shock of Zhu Yu's victory over Hou Decai was too great, and the entire lecture hall fell into an extreme silence.

Zhu Yu's gaze swept over the crowd, and some people even avoided his eyes.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to Zhu Yu.

In his previous life, even when he was in a wheelchair, as long as his mother pushed him into the school gate, everyone he saw would look up to him.

A top student, revered in the South Sea University, who could challenge him?

The world had changed, but human nature remained the same. Dignity always belonged to the strong, and this was the eternal truth.

"Master is here!"

Someone shouted, and the quiet lecture hall quickly became noisy again.

Many people who were standing quickly sat down, and those who had left their seats hurriedly returned to their original positions.

Zhu Yu didn't hesitate and quickly sat down in the nearest empty seat.

"Wow!" The crowd suddenly burst into noise, and Zhu Yu felt countless eyes staring at him.

He looked around in confusion and then realized the reason. Sitting next to him was a female disciple in a red robe. She had a pleasant face and a well-proportioned figure, exuding a certain charm.

This is... Yu Tian?

Memories flooded back, and Zhu Yu suddenly realized that he had run into an old enemy. A few weeks ago, his lie was exposed, and this woman had fiercely reprimanded him.

Especially her "Longevity Leopard Tail Kick," which hit his groin, nearly crippling him.

Because of that fainting spell, he had mysteriously ended up in this world, becoming a laughingstock among all the Spirit Talisman Hall disciples.

Yu Tian was wearing a red robe today, indicating that her cultivation had advanced.

At the South Sea Cultivation Academy, low-level disciples wore black robes, mid-level disciples wore red robes, and elite disciples wore purple robes. This hierarchy was very strict and could not be overstepped.

When Zhu Yu looked at Yu Tian, she was also looking at him.

Zhu Yu clearly saw the disgust and contempt in her eyes.

He frowned, thinking that this woman was pretentious, mean, and opportunistic. The previous owner of this body must have had terrible taste to be interested in her.

Naturally, Zhu Yu turned his head away.

As he turned, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a white-robed woman standing at the lectern. Even with his two lifetimes of experience, he was still deeply moved when he first saw her.

A woman's beauty starts with her aura.

This woman stood there gracefully, like a blooming lily, making it hard to look away.

Her fair and delicate face, full and firm breasts, and slender waist were all perfect. Especially her elegant and serene demeanor, which was deeply moving.

Zhu Yu was deeply moved, almost to the point of shock.

Because a piece of information suddenly flashed in his mind. Zhang Xirao's lecherous and playful smile appeared in his mind, and he suddenly thought that this woman might be the legendary Gao Rou.

"Master Gao Rou! Wow, Master Gao Rou looks even more beautiful today..."

The whispers in the crowd immediately confirmed his thoughts.

He felt embarrassed, as he had once boasted that he was a young master of the Zhu family, which was at least somewhat plausible. But he had also boasted that he had a marriage contract with Gao Rou, the eldest daughter of the Gao family in the South Sea, which was purely a fantasy.

If this lie had only spread in a small circle, it might have been manageable.

But Zhu Yu was well aware that he was notorious in the Spirit Talisman Hall. Could such a significant piece of news be contained?

In fact, he could already see many pairs of gloating eyes staring at him, making him realize that today's lecture hall was a trap, and he had fallen into it...