Playing with Fire!

"All right, just one more to go," Professor Nat announced, his voice devoid of enthusiasm since the last student was someone, although he treated very well and was very concerned about him being drafted, still was someone who made him give birth to dozens of white hairs in the past three years.

"Put your hand on the Power Stone, Yasuo."

Professor Nat silently prayed that Yasuo would have no talent whatsoever for cultivation.

It sounded cruel, but Nat knew that only with a non-existent talent for cultivation could Yasuo enjoy an ordinary life devoid of any life-and-death adventures.

It should be known that one way to avoid being selected for the draft was to lack the talent for cultivation. But at this point, Nat's main concern wasn't Yasuo being sent to the frontlines but the students he bullied each month at the end of each year.

Yasuo took large strides and passed through the crowds of students.

"It's Yasuo. He has the poorest family background, and all his bloodline never produced a single cultivator ."

"Is that so? That's unfortunate; he looks pretty handsome," a girl murmured uncomfortably.

"Poorest family? You don't know him because you don't care about anyone with no strong backing and a lot of money. Still, Yasuo has been plundering a lot of money from everyone in the class. None could beat him in a fight." another girl with a mushroom head and large mouth said, a bit excited as she recalled the young man beating several students when they refused to give him their monthly fee.

"Is that so? Then his cultivation talent might actually turn out to be good since he already has such a talent for fighting. Only..." The girl hesitated to speak after that.

"You are worried that he might not live a day after high school, aren't you?" The girl with a mushroom head and large mouth asked.

Hearing her words, her friend couldn't help but nod.

"Haha, silly girl. Your heart is as pure as ever. Listen, do you truly believe a bully like that would have dared to cross them if he didn't have any confidence? From what I heard, the director of Nordo High School is personally watching over him, so his safety is assured."

She explained as she patted her friend back. However, she couldn't help but murmur,' Although I doubt if he will ever be saved if his talent doesn't turn out to be good.'

Several meters from their position, behind the desk and overlooking the whole class, Brian frowned as anger flared up inside him,' Someone dares to bully the direct child of the Dokin family's patriarch and even extract money from him? Yet no one told me, and no one is punishing him?'

For cultivators like Brian, hearing a discussion several meters away from them, although at a low volume, was nothing more than a child's game for them; even Professor Nat at the qi gathering realm 5th stage could hear what the girls were murmuring about, much less Brian someone with a golden core cultivation level.

In the next second, Brian's aura went over control as the desk in front of him shattered into smithereens, turning into dust.

When Brian heard the table shatter, he instantly regained his composure and control over his anger. Before Nat could even turn around to check on him, he reassured him with a chuckle," Haha, Nat. I have just recalled a terrible event. Don't mind me."

Professor Nat didn't dare question anything. He focused on the last student taking the test in his class.' Recalled a terrible event, huh?' He couldn't help but think as he looked at Yasuo,' I must inform the director as fast as possible after the test ends.'

Unbeknownst to everything that occurred, Yasuo stepped forward and placed his hand on the Power Stone. Unlike everyone before him, the reaction of the sphere was...a bit overwhelming.

Almost instantly, the entire room was bathed in a radiant, dark glow as bright and vibrant as the sun.

Moments later, a suffocating dread swept over the room, like an angel of death arriving to claim their souls. For a fleeting instant, everyone felt the cold edge of a scythe pressed against their necks, ready to take their lives away at any given moment.

Despite the students being in a daze after the dark glow engulfed them, Brian tightened his fist at the sight. In an instant, his figure vanished from his chair. He reappeared before Yasuo, his fist crashing down on Yasuo's skull with devastating force.

Just before his fist could brush even a single hair on Yasuo's head, a hand shot out and gripped Brian's wrist, squeezing tightly.

The iron grip stopped the burly man in his tracks, not letting the burly man move a single inch towards the young man.

Bam!

The sheer force of Brian's fist created a wind-like wave that surged toward everyone in front of him. However, before it could reach them, an old man stepped forward and thrust his palm out, dispersing the wave effortlessly. At the same time, he delivered a powerful kick to Brian's chest with his right leg, sending him crashing back into his chair.

"Old...Old man, you don't know what trouble you are getting yourself into," Brian said through gritted teeth, blood gushing out of his mouth like a miniature fountain before he fainted on the spot.

"Hmph," The old man only snorted in response.

Immediately afterward, before anyone could process what had just happened, the old man grabbed Yasuo on the waist and vanished out of sight.

'What the hell just happened!' Nat cried aloud inwardly.

***

Several hours had passed since night fell, and countless went to sleep. In a luxurious room in a hotel 40 stories high, a young man lay on his king-size bed, looking at the ceiling and recalling an old man's words.

"Your parents are going to be safe. If you cherish your life, stay in this room until I come and pick you up, and never open the door to anyone, not even if you hear my voice!" After his words, the old man vanished from the hotel room like he had never been there.

'Hehe, it seems like my talent turned out to be the same as my past world; honestly, that's something I didn't expect.' Yone thought in amusement, his lips curling into a smile,' Also, does that weakling of an old man want to be a hero before his bones return to earth? Unironically, heroes and children of destiny are two kinds I despised the most and will always despise!' 

At the end of his thoughts, a sinister smile appeared on his face, his eyes radiating intense killing intent.

Unconsciously, it had already reached midnight and Yasuo's body grew so tired after this long day.

Gradually, the young man fell into a deep sleep.