Chapter 15: Bullying Children And More!

Chapter 15: Bullying Children And More!

What A Waste 

The rain was CRASHING down, like the heavens were doing the Grimace Shake or something. 🌧️💀

Grey clouds covered the sky, and the mountains in the distance looked like a giant blob of black ink. The rain was weaving the heavens and earth together like some low taper fade haircut—sleek, but messy.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky like a skibidi rizz god showing off. It was there for a second, then GONE. Poof.

Summer was coming, and this spring rain was giving off major summer vibes. On Qing Mao Mountain, the spear bamboo stood tall and straight, like they were all mewing for the camera. The tips of the bamboo pointed to the sky like, "GYATT, look at us!"

In Gu Yue village, the houses were holding up against the rain like champs. Outside the village, the caravan was already on the move again.

"Yo, the rain's giving edge, watch your step!"

"Don't fall behind, Gu Masters! Pull your Gu properly, especially the fat beetle—stop blocking the road, you're giving beta energy!"

"You mortal martial artists, open your eyes WIDE. Lose something, and you're paying for it with your life!"

The caravan was a mess of shouts and chaos. After chilling in Gu Yue village for three days, it was time to hit the road again.

The rain was washing everything clean, but the roads? Nah, they were muddy and slippery. The proud ostrich chicken looked like it got hit with the Grimace Shake—its rainbow feathers were soaked and clumped together. The fat beetle was moving slower than a discord mod trying to edge.

The shaggy mountain spider was drenched too, its fur sticking together like it forgot to mew. But the toad Gu? They were LIVING for this rain, hopping around like they just won the rizz Olympics.

The Gu Masters were showing off their skills to protect the goods. Some had One-stretch Golden Light Worms floating above their palms, creating golden bubble domes to keep the rain off. Others were using Green Silk Gu, growing hair like they were auditioning for a shampoo commercial.

"No more, my primeval essence is cooked!" one Gu Master yelled.

"I gotchu, fam!" another replied, taking over like a true sigma.

The mortal warriors were struggling, though. Their straw raincoats were doing NOTHING to keep them dry. They were drenched, shivering, and probably thinking, "Why did I sign up for this?"

"This accursed weather!" one warrior muttered, slipping in the mud.

The caravan was like a fat, colorful snake winding through the mountain trail. The Gu Masters waved goodbye to the village, while the kids shouted, "Come back next year!"

The adults had more complicated feelings. "Will we even see these faces again next year?" they wondered.

Fang Yuan stood on a secluded hillside, watching the caravan disappear into the forest. He held a butter-yellow paper umbrella, looking like the main character in some sigma edit.

"Ah, the heavens are sending their blessings…" Fang Yuan sighed.

While everyone else was cursing the rain, Fang Yuan was like, "This is PERFECT." He had killed Jia Jin Sheng last night, and the rain was helping cover his tracks. The bloody smell? Gone. The evidence? Washed away.

But Fang Yuan wasn't relaxed. He knew the real challenge was coming. Jia Fu would investigate Jia Jin Sheng's disappearance, and things would get messy.

"Jia Jin Sheng, you were a good pawn," Fang Yuan thought. "But the Flower Wine Monk's inheritance was too juicy to pass up. Sorry, bro."

Fang Yuan's mind was racing. He had plans within plans, but the Flower Wine Monk's inheritance had thrown a wrench in everything. Now he had to adapt.

"Nothing goes smoothly in this world," Fang Yuan muttered. "But that's what makes it interesting."

He turned and walked back to the village, his umbrella shielding him from the rain. The green mountains stretched endlessly, their color muted by the grey sky.

As the wind blew, Fang Yuan thought about Jia Jin Sheng again.

"Jia Jin Sheng, I actually… did not want to gyatt you," he sighed.

What a waste of a good pawn. 💀

So Cute

The rain finally stopped after four days of skibidi-level downpour. The sun came out, flexing its rizz like it was unveiling summer itself. 🌞💪

The weather was getting hotter, and the vibe was shifting from spring's softboy energy to summer's sigma grindset. The Dragonpill crickets had dipped underground to lay eggs, probably mewing in the process. Meanwhile, the green spear bamboo on Qing Mao Mountain was growing like it was on a low taper fade glow-up.

The grass and trees were turning from emerald green to dark green, and the mountains looked like they'd just hit the gym—lush and jacked. The sky was clear, blue like a crystal, giving major sigma aura.

Bang, bang, bang!

At the academy training grounds, the sounds of punches and kicks echoed. Gu Yue Mo Bei had just taken an L, getting kicked in the abdomen by Fang Yuan and sent flying out of the arena.

The martial arts instructor declared, "Gu Yue Mo Bei has exited the stage. Gu Yue Fang Yuan wins for the 33rd consecutive time!"

"Hmph, I lost to you again," Mo Bei said, gritting his teeth like he was trying to edge but failed. "But don't get too cocky. One day, I'll gyatt you. I can feel it—that day's coming!"

Fang Yuan looked at him with zero rizz, his eyelids drooping. "That kick gave you internal bleeding. Maybe treat that first before you start yapping."

"This small injury is nothing!" Mo Bei retorted, but then his face turned pale, and he vomited blood. 💀

The instructor rushed over. "Don't worry, just rest for a few days. No more punching or vigorous exercises, okay?"

Two healing Gu Masters came to help Mo Bei out, while the other students watched in fear.

"Mo Bei's got good moves, but Fang Yuan's just built different."

"Fang Yuan's too OP. No one can beat him!"

"Mo Bei just vomited blood. That's scary. I don't wanna fight him."

"Sigh, but the instructor said we all have to fight once today."

The students were shaking in their boots, some holding their bruised faces, others rubbing their limbs. No one wanted to step up and face Fang Yuan.

"Next!" the instructor yelled, but no one answered.

The instructor was fuming. "What's wrong with all of you? Fang Yuan's just fifteen! He's not a monster with three heads and six arms. He's one of you! Show some pride!"

But the students weren't having it.

"He's too strong. We can't beat him."

"Mo Bei got cooked. He vomited blood!"

"Fang Yuan's too ruthless. We don't wanna fight him."

The instructor was losing his edge. He knew Fang Yuan was exhausted after thirty-three fights, but the students were too scared to challenge him.

Fang Yuan, meanwhile, was chilling like a sigma male, arms folded, watching the chaos unfold.

"Instructor, you're wrong," Fang Yuan said, his voice cold. "In battle, do we ask our enemies to be gentle? We fight to train, not to coddle."

The instructor was seething. "You're harming your classmates with your vicious attacks!"

Fang Yuan laughed. "You're the one who set up this match and raised the prize to twenty primeval stones. Without your encouragement, would they have gotten hurt?"

"Bastard!" the instructor shouted, pointing at Fang Yuan. "If you argue any more, I'll declare you the loser! You're uncooperative and antisocial. You don't deserve the prize!"

Fang Yuan smirked. "Twenty primeval stones? I don't give a damn."

With that, he turned and walked off the stage, leaving the students and instructor stunned.

The students whispered among themselves.

"If I'd known he'd leave, I wouldn't have challenged him earlier."

"He's so bold. Even the instructor doesn't know what to do with him."

The instructor was fuming but helpless. Fang Yuan had played him like a fiddle.

Fang Yuan, meanwhile, was panting softly. His stamina was depleted, but he couldn't show weakness. He had to maintain his sigma image.

"Experience isn't everything," Fang Yuan thought. "Without a strong body, even the best techniques are useless."

He had seen through the instructor's plan from the start. The academy wanted to suppress his dominance, but Fang Yuan wasn't about to let that happen.

As the students finally started sparring again, Fang Yuan stood alone, his aura untouched.

The instructor glared at him, but Fang Yuan just smirked.

"Such boorish methods," Fang Yuan thought. "This instructor is a little cute."

Sigma

The academy elder watched from the third floor, his eyes narrowing as he observed Fang Yuan's every move.

"This kid is hard to pin down," the elder thought. "He knows the academy's rules inside out and never steps out of line. He sleeps in class but answers questions perfectly when called on. Trying to suppress him is like trying to catch smoke."

The elder couldn't help but feel a growing dislike for Fang Yuan.

As a teacher, he preferred obedient, smart students. Fang Yuan, however, was neither. He was calm, aloof, and utterly unafraid.

"He doesn't respect his teachers," the elder realized. "He sees through our tricks and doesn't care. That's what makes him dangerous."

The elder knew he had to suppress Fang Yuan, but how? Fang Yuan had done nothing wrong. He was just too good at playing the game.

"We'll have to wait until the other students advance to Rank one middle stage," the elder decided. "Once they're stronger, they'll challenge Fang Yuan and break his dominance."

The elder's gaze shifted to the three factions forming among the students: Gu Yue Fang Zheng's group, Gu Yue Chi Chen's circle, and Gu Yue Mo Bei's followers.

"These three are our hope," the elder thought. "Once they advance, they'll lead the class and keep Fang Yuan in check."

But Fang Yuan stood alone, outside any faction. He didn't need allies. To him, the other students were just pawns—useful or not.

The elder sighed. "Fang Yuan is young. With time, he'll learn to integrate. The system will shape him."

The academy's system was designed to mold students into loyal clan members. Prizes, roles, and rewards would tie them to the clan, creating bonds of kinship, friendship, and love.

"Even the wildest ones fall in line eventually," the elder thought. "Fang Yuan will be no different."

But as he watched Fang Yuan standing alone, untouched by the chaos around him, the elder couldn't shake the feeling that Fang Yuan was different.

Fang Yuan wasn't afraid.

And that made him dangerous.