Sudden Test

Noticing the reactions of the children, particularly those in the front row, the professor could only shake his head and let it go.

This wasn't something he could teach—it was the parent's responsibility, as educators cannot teach some lessons.

After giving Yasuo a moment to process the information—hoping he understood—the professor addressed the hundreds of students before him.

"Anyway, today is the last day, and you'll have your cultivation talent test in a month. So, we'll keep it brief and won't take up the full hour. You may all leave now," the professor said calmly, a sigh escaping his lips as he returned to his desk and settled into his chair.

Although the professor dismissed the class and everyone was eager to leave, not a single student dared to move.

Instead, their gazes subconsciously shifted toward an average-looking boy with black hair and brown eyes sitting near the window at the end of the row. Their eyes flickered with a mix of emotions.

Meanwhile, Yasuo sat deep in thought, contemplating how one might avoid being selected for the draft.

More specifically, he had already been chosen, but his concern was whether that selection would ultimately be finalized.

The cultivation test was still a month away, so there was a slight possibility that he could be replaced by someone else.

'I truly hope both conditions don't go through, or else, given my poor family's state, I'm no in way gonna get stronger and might even suffer living as a mortal for the rest of my life!' Yasuo bitterly smiled, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

According to the human rights organization overseeing human society worldwide, if a student's assessment shows that he lacks talent for cultivation, he will have to be replaced by another of his classmates.

Lost in thought about a second way to avoid being drafted to the military frontlines, Yasuo barely noticed as a figure slowly approached him.

She had strikingly long white hair cascading down her waist and vibrant red eyes accentuating her delicate features. Despite her breathtaking beauty—enough to captivate entire cities—the 17-year-old girl remained respectful toward Yasuo, regardless of his status.

It was worth noting that Sara was one of the first-row students—an indication of her privileged background.

Her family wielded immense wealth and influence, not just in New York City but also across America.

Yet, as she stood before Yasuo, the typical cold and aloof demeanor often associated with someone of her stature was utterly absent.

"Yasuo, may I leave?" The girl asked politely.

Yasuo didn't bother much, only pointing at the desk.

This was his usual day at the end of each week since the past month, and everyone understood the routine.

Gritting her teeth in anger and frustration, Sara took a thousand dollars out of her purse and placed it on the desk before leaving that cursed place as fast as possible.

Gulp!

Many people gulped seeing this scene.

It should be known that Yasuo had been doing this since the beginning of high school, which means he had been doing it for three years.

Yet, even on the last day of the final week, he still demanded the monthly fee for their 'safe' stay on school grounds—an astronomical amount for kids like them.

Despite Yasuo's three-year streak, he wasn't overly extreme and only resorted to taking their money during the final month, on the last day of its week.

Many of those in the front row, who had hoped they could finally keep their pocket money, could only clench their fists tightly under the table. Then, one by one, they stood up, ready to follow suit.

As for the kids who didn't have backgrounds like the students in the first row, they all turned their heads towards the professor in hopes that he would step up one last time, only to be met with the same helpless look from him.

Although their monthly fee was merely 10 dollars, given their poor family background, while others with better-off parents had a fee of 50 dollars, they still felt that this was too much.

They all felt that Yasuo was bullying them beyond reasonable limits.

His actions suggested that despite his poor background, he didn't fear their vengeance in the future or that he was ignorant about the consequences of his actions.

Seeing this scene, the professor could only look away in frustration and distract himself by checking his phone for the latest news,' It's not my business; if the director doesn't see any harm in Yasuo's behavior and he is keeping the parents in check, then as a mere teacher I have no say in this matter.'

As he was about to start scrolling Twitter for hot news about cultivators, a burly man two meters tall entered through the door. His black suit paired with his high-quality black pants made him look like a businessman here to make a deal.

Yet, when the professor's eyes met the burly man, his hair stood on end, and his scalp went numb.

He stood up, bowed his head slightly, and respectfully pointed at the chair for the man to sit on, his voice trembling as he said.

"Sir Brian, I expected your visit to be after a month. Was there a schedule change?" Professor Nat politely asked, his forehead breaking in a cold sweat.

Even though he knew the man had been sent by the cultivation organization to perform the cultivation tests and had no reason to be this fearful, that information never diminished his fear in the slightest.

After all, the man in front of him was one of the few who reached the third cultivation level in America: Brian the Destroyer, a Golden Core cultivator!

Getting used to Professor Nat's usual behavior, Brian didn't bother asking him to relax in his presence; instead, he replied to his question and then turned his attention to the students looking at him with shiny eyes.

"Yes, the frontlines have been in a mess recently since many beasts and demons suddenly emerged on the borders, so we urgently need to start training the next batch of cultivators to defend our country."

Hearing the explanation, Professor Nat nodded several times and took two steps back to avoid disturbing Brian during the test.

"Now, students—or rather, our future hope for reclaiming our lost cities and territories across the earth—shall we begin?"