It doesn't matter

Everyone was taken aback, unsure of what was happening.

But the little bald head didn't seem to care. Chomping on his meat bun, he declared defiantly, "It doesn't matter! If you want to gather, you have to pass my test first!"

The prince of a prominent family burst into laughter upon hearing this. "How can a little kid like you stop us? Hahaha!"

"You better go back home, little brother. Fists and feet don't have eyes," someone jeered, and laughter erupted from the crowd.

Undeterred, the little bald head puffed out his cheeks and held up his bun with determination. "You can try, and you'll see if you can stop it or not!"

"I'll play with this little kid," one of the prince's companions said arrogantly, strutting over to grab the little bald head.

But before he could make a move, a loud bang echoed through the air. The little bald head swung his legs up high and executed a perfect spinning kick, sending the prince's companion flying several meters away.

Gasps filled the crowd as they watched the scene unfold. Undeterred, others stepped forward to confront the little bald head, but each one was swiftly defeated.

Helian Weiwei observed the scene, her eyes drawn to the little bald head's hands. She noticed the metal ring on his wrist, known as a "gravity buckle," which explained how he could defeat so many opponents.

Amidst the commotion, the little bald head suddenly froze, his round eyes fixated on something in disbelief.

Curiosity piqued, Helian Weiwei followed his gaze and was instantly taken aback. The man who emerged from the crowd commanded attention. His snow-white clothing and flowing black hair added to his striking appearance. His narrow, phoenix-like eyes held a commanding presence, while the slight droop at the corners softened his chilly demeanor, exuding a sense of lazy nobility.

Beside him walked another man, completely contrasting his companion's temperament. The man's collar was unfastened, and he casually draped his tunic over his shoulders. He strolled confidently, seemingly assured that the academy would treat him with respect.

The man said something to his companion, who then raised his head. His narrow eyes, beautiful yet sharp at the corners, seemed to possess the wisdom of an ancient pool.

Helian Weiwei's heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly covered her face with her hand, pretending to be engrossed in a book, and subtly moved away.

Phew, that was close! The man almost detected her presence from such a distance. He truly had a perceptive ability.

No wonder she had felt something was off earlier. The atmosphere had changed, especially on her right side, where an empty space had formed. The young ladies who had previously clustered together now stood meekly aside, their well-behaved demeanor a stark contrast to their earlier confidence. These two men had caused quite a stir!

Helian Weiwei sighed inwardly, finding a hidden spot to continue observing the unfolding drama.

The girls around her looked at the two stunning men with admiration and curiosity. They wondered who these men were since they hadn't seen them during the usual tests. They were eager to have their maids inquire about their identities—just which young masters were they?

"Ah Jue, what are you looking at?" Nangong Lie leaned over, his excitement evident. "Did you find that kitten?"

"No," Baili Jia Jue replied, withdrawing his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "But it won't be long..."

The little bald head listened to their conversation, feeling conflicted. He didn't know whether to make a move, so he clutched his meat bun tightly, his thick eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

Finally, he shouted angrily, "Master, I won't fight anymore! Give me back my lunch!"

Startled once again, the crowd wondered what was happening now. The first test had ended so abruptly?

As the stone door fully opened, the man wearing a bachelor's hat lowered his head, looking at the little bald head with a hint of amusement. Despite being in his thirties, he appeared youthful and gentle, exuding an air of elegance.

Upon seeing this scene, the crowd remained uncertain about the man's identity. They speculated that the second test was about to commence, preparing themselves for a fight.

The man smiled, sweeping his gaze over them. His voice chilled to the bone as he spoke, "From today onwards, you will be students of Taibai Academy. Over the next six months, you better behave. You can engage in mischief, but make sure I don't find out."

"Who do you think you are!" a young master from the crowd retorted impatiently.

The man turned his attention to him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It seems this prince is dissatisfied with me. Well, then you can leave."

"What did you say!" The young master exploded in anger, his face turning red. "Do you know who my father is? You..."

Before he could finish, the man snapped his fingers, and two black figures appeared beside the young master.

The man observed the fear in the young master's face with an indifferent expression. "Take him back to his mansion and inform General Zhang that Zhang Gongzi is of noble birth and cannot be taught at Su Feng's level."

"It's the Dean!"

In an instant, the young master from the prominent family was escorted out of the courtyard.

The little bald head tugged at Tu Sufeng's sleeve, pointing to the left.

Tu Sufeng followed the direction and, upon seeing what was there, broke into laughter, his joy evident. "Alright, the fun ends here. The incoming freshmen this year have truly surprised me. Now, let's welcome you to Taibai Academy."

With those words, he spread his arms slightly, and the surrounding trees seemed to respond. Petals cascaded down from the branches, while dozens of figures leaped onto the branches, assuming elegant poses. The atmosphere was filled with a poetic rhythm.

A spring erupted from the ground, seemingly guided by an unseen force, and transformed into blooming flowers.

This was the mystical nature of Taibai Academy!

Helian Weiwei finally found a place where she could compete with the powerful. She believed that by staying here, she would grow stronger.

She sensed something deep within her awakening, as if her very essence was beginning to boil with passion...