Volume 12 Chapter 10 Quanmu

Like all the other uniform black and white cla.s.srooms at Daren Academy, this one, too, had the same exterior, except the atmosphere was totally different. Instead of a tutor sitting in their seat, there was a young man visibly under eighteen years of age slouched back in the chair. The room was sparkling clean and tidy, yet his eyebrows were glued together.

Youre back with only a failure to share? the young man questioned, frightening the boys and girls sharing the s.p.a.ce.

Lu Feiming, a notorious bully at Daren Academy and second son of the Ministry of Revenue, would pick on anyone at the inst.i.tute for his own entertainment, yet the voice of the young man in the chair was enough to weaken his legs.

My orders were to cripple him so that I would never have to breathe the same air as him again, yet you let him off with only one broken leg. Heh, looks like my words are now all but meaningless.

But Princ.i.p.al thinks highly of him. It would cause uproar if I killed him.

The young man glared at Lu Feiming out of his peripherals. I dont recall asking you to speak.

Lu Feiming shook as though a death G.o.d had come for him.

Another youth giddily left the young mans side. Upon reaching Lu Feiming, he suddenly grabbed Lu Feimings finger.

Mm! Lu Feiming dropped to his knees where his five fingernails fell and grabbed his fingertip. Even though he was crying, hed rather dig his teeth in his lips that hed bleed than make a sound.

n.o.body batted an eye from beginning to end.

The young man in the chair then cast his gaze up to the student who just entered. Zhao Xin, what took so long? And why are you soaked?

I ran into a plague at the entrance. Not only did I arrive late because of him. I even fell into the lake. Hes a dead man walking!

The young man extended a hand. Youve obtained Yongheng Banks seal, right? Hand it over.

Of course. You know you can count on me. Before they realise they have lost their seal, we can Zhao Xins face froze stiff once he reached into his s.h.i.+rt. c.r.a.p, I I

You what?

Lost it I think I lost the seal?

The young man frowned. I take it you dont want your fingernails, either.

I-I remember now! It was the plague! I lost my belongings after he b.u.mped into me! He mustve stolen it from me!

The young man raised an open hand. What plague?

Hes a tall, rat-looking, giddy and awfully hideous guy around twenty-eight. Ah, I remember now. His name is Hong Jiu!

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For quite some time during the last dynasty, Confucianism martial arts ruled the pugilistic world and, attributed to their honoured bloodline, were called Monarch of the Martial World. Due to the corruption and in-fighting among their ranks, unfortunately, they became their own undoing. They say monkeys scatter when a tree falls, but their disbandment was akin to bandits haphazardly fleeing.

Years following their disbandment, a number of old members by East China Sea calling themselves survivors of the ocean replicated their previous methods to rebuild. Different times call for different approaches, though, so they kept a low profile and spent seventy years building up what would eventually be known as Canghai Sect.

Canghai Sect was viewed as the representative of Confucianism because people believed that they inherited Confucian traditions. Huang Yuzao was the patriarch of Canghai Sect in this generation and the head of Confucianism. Huang Yuzao held the t.i.tle Xuanduan Tingshuo, which implied he inherited Confucianisms Monarch of the Martial World tradition. He was the only person to not be persecuted, and was even trusted, despite his t.i.tle clas.h.i.+ng with the authority of an Emperor.

Why did they force you to attend school here? Uncle Huang had, What the h.e.l.l written all over his face.

Its been a long time since weve met; why do you look like youre speaking to an enemy? Besides, it was my s.h.i.+fu who got on your nerves, not me, I responded.

Youre not that much different from your s.h.i.+fu. Uncle Huang stole a gander my way, looked away, then looked back. Whats wrong with you?

There was nothing surprising about Uncle Huang being able to discern my condition. In any case, it wasnt convenient to go into detail, so I brushed it off as a small injury. Thankfully, he didnt seem to care too much.

Now, I need to tell you which cla.s.s youll be in. Grade one is Quanmu. Quanmus are those without talent, those who cant handle big undertakings, so it is a level for the dullest students. Grade two is Banzhu. Grade three is Yuyan. Its said that the names come from Mencius. There is no such thing as superiority in grade four; howbeit, we individualise cla.s.ses depending on each students future path. We separate them into four cla.s.ses, namely s.h.i.+yu, Guguan and Renmin.

What grade am I?

Quanmu.

Uncle Huang, thats not nice of you.

Youve never taken an exam nor have any merits. This is normal.

I dont like what I hear. What do you mean I dont have any merits to my name?

A duke rank isnt a merit. Plus, Ive researched the reason behind your rank. All the credit belongs to the fact that youre not bad at fighting. Literacy competence was never tested. Uncle Huang really didnt appear interested in praising me whatsoever. Anyway, youre in Quanmu. If youre attending, the door is over there. If youre not attending, the door is also over there.