Cool teach is my friend

Zhang Fei leaned back against the doorframe with his arms crossed, exuding that cocky grin. Sunlight hit the courtyard, casting long shadows over the training grounds where outer sect disciples practiced martial arts, their weak-ass punches barely making a breeze.

"Why'd you ditch your class, you little shit?" Luo Yan asked, eyeing Zhang Fei like he was trying to read a damn book.

Zhang Fei blinked, scratching his head lazily. "The fuck do you mean 'my class'?" He shot back, half-confused, half not giving a shit. He had better things on his mind—like figuring out which girl to bang next.

Luo Yan let out a deep, mocking laugh, throwing his head back like Zhang Fei was the dumbest bastard on the planet. "Oh, so you don't even know your own class, you little twat?" he said, folding his arms tighter.

Zhang Fei smirked, stepping forward. "Is that how you talk to your students, you fucker?" He fired back, readying up like he was ready to see this shit through.

Luo Yan's smirk matched his, his gaze unwavering. "Stop acting innocent, shit hole," he fired as well, leaning in as if he might actually swing.

The tension cracked.

Then, as if their entire personality had flipped, they both burst into laughter.

Zhang Fei extended his hand. "Zhang Fei—I like you, teach," he said, grinning wide.

Luo Yan grabbed it, his grip strong and buzzing with faint sparks of qi. "Luo Yan—I like you too, Zhang Fei," he replied, a knowing smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

[Notice: Host forming alliance. Social standing increased.

Zhang Fei's grin stretched even wider. Fuck yeah—cool teach is my boy now. "So, Teach, why're you here?" he asked.

Luo Yan didn't even glance at him. "Come. Follow me," he ordered.

Zhang Fei shrugged and walked behind him, genuinely confused where this was heading. As they moved through the sect, he could feel the eyes of passing disciples on him—some curious while some mocking.

A few outer sect chicks whispered behind their sleeves, checking him out. He could hear them—"That's the crippled heir? He looks… different."

Damn right, I do, he thought, smirking inwardly.

Ignoring them, Zhang Fei turned his attention back to Luo Yan, who finally decided to speak again.

"Zhang Fei, you have just awakened your meridians and taken your first step on the path of a martial artist. As a disciple of the Alliance Faction, you will start in the outer sect."

Zhang Fei frowned, his mind spiraling in confusion. What the fuck is an Alliance Faction? And what's this outer sect bullshit?

None of this shit made sense to him. He had no memories of this world aside from random fragments from the body's past owner—useless flashes of crying, pain, and weakness. But now he was apparently part of some big-ass sect with ranks and factions?

"Teach, what the hell are you talking about?" He asked bluntly. "Outer sect? Alliance Faction? I have no clue what any of that means."

Luo Yan finally stopped walking and turned to face him, his expression unreadable. The afternoon sun cast a glow over his sharp features, making him look even more like a battle-hardened warrior than a teacher.

He let out a long, exaggerated sigh, staring at Zhang Fei like he was the dumbest motherfucker in existence.

"Listen up, you thick-headed twat," he said, smirking faintly. "The Alliance Faction is one of the biggest martial sects in this world. It runs thousands of disciples and badass warriors. It's split into ranks: outer sect, inner sect, core disciples, and elders. You're a fresh nobody, so you start in the outer sect with the other grunts. Wanna climb? Prove your ass isn't just talk." 

Zhang Fei rubbed his chin, digesting the info. So it's basically a ranking system, and I'm at the bottom of the pile, he thought. Well, shit. Nothing new.

"So you better start cultivating and making your name for yourself," Luo Yan continued, his voice cold but with a hint of encouragement. He wasn't about to babysit Zhang Fei, not when the kid was in such a shitty position.

Zhang Fei nodded, a grin slowly spreading across his face. Cultivating, huh? That's my kind of game.

"So, Teach, how should I start?" he asked, his eyes flashing with determination.

Luo Yan's gaze softened slightly, but his tone remained businesslike. "Well, first things first—you're going to need to learn the basics. That means understanding your body, your qi flow, and how to harness that power. Start by coming to my class. I'll teach you the fundamentals of qi cultivation and martial techniques."

Zhang Fei raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "A class? Seriously? Ain't no way I'm going to sit around in some boring-ass lecture with a bunch of weaklings."

Luo Yan chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Don't be a fool, Zhang Fei. This is how it works in the sect. You start small, but the basics are the foundation of everything. Trust me—you can't skip over this shit if you want to rise through the ranks."

Zhang Fei grinned. "Class" is whatever. As long as I get stronger, I'll make my name. He gave a half-assed salute. "Alright, Teach. Lead the way. Let's see what this class is all about."

Luo Yan nodded, turning and leading Zhang Fei down another path. Zhang Fei followed, still curious but more than ready to dive into whatever the hell was coming next.