Some higher cultivation bullshit

As Luo Yan's words settled over the class, murmurs erupted like wildfire.

"No longer just human…" someone whispered in awe.

"So the elders are all at least at the Profound Meridian realm? Shit, no wonder they feel like monsters."

"I heard the sect master is far beyond that. They say he can split mountains with a flick of his sleeve."

"Tch, centuries stuck in the Qi Foundation realm? That sounds like hell."

"Not everyone has the talent to merge their core with an element," a girl whispered, shaking her head. "That's why so many people never make it past Qi Foundation."

A nerdy disciple up front adjusted his glasses and hesitantly raised his hand. "Teacher Luo Yan… How does one increase the chances of merging their martial element successfully?" 

Luo Yan smiled, as if he was expecting the question. "Talent and resources. Some people are born gifted. Others grind for years, pushing past their limits. And then there are those who rely on pills, treasures, and secret techniques. In the end, power is power. It doesn't matter how you get there, only that you do."

Zhang Fei grinned at that. Good. No stupid, righteous bullshit. He was about to relax when he heard a mocking scoff from a guy sitting a few rows ahead.

"Hah, and you think someone like you will ever get there?"

Zhang Fei narrowed his eyes. The voice belonged to the same nerd who had been talking shit since earlier.

The nerd's friend joined in as well. "Yeah, you'll be stuck in Qi Refining forever. People like you don't have what it takes."

Zhang Fei didn't react immediately. He just smirked, stretching his arms lazily. "Is that right?" His tone was relaxed, but his eyes gleamed with something dangerous.

The nerd flinched but covered it with a laugh. "Yeah, that's right."

Zhang Fei let out a low chuckle. Alright, bitch. I'll remember your face. His attention was again shifted back to Lian Mei, who asked, "Teacher, what about the realms above Profound Meridian?"

The class turned to her, some whispering in surprise.

"She's really digging deep…" "Why does she care about realms no one ever reaches?"

Luo Yan raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the question. He studied her for a moment before answering. "Above the Profound Meridian Realm… there exist two legendary realms. Dao Pillar Realm and Heavenly Ascendance Realm."

"Heavenly Ascendance… I thought that was just a myth." "They say those in the Dao Pillar realm can shatter mountains with a wave of their hand…"

Luo Yan crossed his arms, waiting for the noise to die down before continuing. "Dao Pillar realm is the foundation of true power. Once a martial artist reaches this level, their core transforms into a Dao Pillar, and their lifespan extends by thousands of years."

Zhang Fei leaned back; this breakthrough shit piquing his interest with each passing moment. Thousands? Damn, these old farts live forever.

Lian Mei, her eyes sharp and focused, spoke again. "And Heavenly Ascendance?"

Luo Yan paused, exhaling. "That realm… is beyond comprehension. Those who reach it are no longer bound by this world's limitations. They transcend mortality, and their qi fuses with the very heavens themselves. It's said they can rewrite reality with a thought, move continents, and even challenge the will of heaven."

Just then, a loud bell rang out, echoing throughout the martial academy. Luo Yan lowered his hands, taking a deep breath. "This much for today," he muttered. His sharp eyes swept the room, then locked onto Zhang Fei.

"Come early tomorrow," he said with a slight smirk—like he knew Zhang Fei was more than just a horny punk now.

Zhang Fei smirked back. Early, huh? Bet Teach wants to see what I've got, he thought, cock twitching at the challenge.

Meanwhile, Lian Mei stood, her black hanfu flowing smoothly behind her as she turned to leave. For the briefest second, her gaze met his—just enough to make his cock twitch harder.

Fuck, she's a prize worth chasing, he thought, cracking his knuckles. He shot a last glance at green-haired girl blushing in the corner, then at nerd boy—Keep hating, bitch, I'm climbing.

With that, he stood, yawning loudly. "Fuck this shit, I feel sleepy," he muttered, stretching his sore muscles. He walked straight back to his pavilion, not giving a damn about the stares following him. He slipped into his room, kicked the door shut, and fell face-first onto the bed.

Hours passed by when he finally woke up, feeling refreshed as ever. He rubbed his eyes with a groan and grumbled, "Where the fuck am I?"

He stood from the bed and his nose caught a whiff of something cooking. Vegetables? Meat? 

"Where's Mother at?" He mumbled as he followed the scent around the pavilion until he reached a room that looked like a kitchen.

There she was—his "Mother"—chopping vegetables, her green hanfu hugging that big fucking' ass, round and thick. Holy shit, that's a meal right there, he thought, cock hardening and straining against his robe.

He leaned against the doorway, a sly, wicked smirk forming at his lips. "Yo, Mother, you cooking or just teasing me with that ass?" He said, voice rough and flirty.