First Class

"Han Li... You can call me Han Li. And please, I don't want you to come any closer than a few centimeters," I explained, not wanting the woman named Wang Ying to stand too close to me.

Judging by Wang Ying's reaction, I knew she probably didn't hear my request.

Therefore, without hesitation, Wang Ying reached out and began touching my back.

At first, I pleaded with Wang Ying to let me go.

But unexpectedly, Sun Xinxin witnessed Wang Ying's actions.

"Harassment! Let him go! He's my fan!"

"Fan? You're lying! He's not interested in you! Didn't you see how he didn't even react when he saw you?"

"Hey, buddy, you can have another bag of potato chips from me."

Without thinking, I accepted the gift from Sun Xinxin.

Even the other side of me unconsciously began to admire Sun Xinxin's kindness.

"You're a kind woman. I'll accept your gift."

"No problem. You're my fan. Isn't it natural for me to give you something?"

Shreek!–

Just as I opened the bag of potato chips in my hand, I saw Wang Ying tugging at my clothes.

"Don't dream! He didn't even greet you! And you say he's your fan? That makes no sense!"

"Hmph! You just can't accept reality. Look, he's even happily eating the snack I gave him!"

Crunch–

Delicious...

That was the only thought in my head—I didn't care about the conflict between Sun Xinxin and Wang Ying.

If they wanted to fight, they could do it right beside me.

Either way, I could help them avoid any serious consequences.

So, did I really have any reason to step away from them?

"Our goddess... Why is she fighting over that guy?! He's just a loser!"

"I agree! A dork like him? How dare he even get close to our goddess!"

"And also... Why does Miss Wang Ying seem to like that guy too?" cursed the other students, clearly jealous that I was being approached by their two school idols.

If they remembered, they would know that Wang Ying had always been Sun Xinxin's eternal rival.

Since childhood, neither of them had ever backed down from what they wanted.

And now, they were starting to fight over what they believed to be rightfully theirs.

Even more shocking, the prize they were fighting for... was just a regular guy!

With that alone, how could they not be envious of me, being liked by both of their idols?

Smack!–

Unfortunately, just as I saw Wang Ying and Sun Xinxin about to unleash their powers and fight—

Mr. Ji, the school disciplinarian, didn't hesitate to step in.

Even his gaze shifted slightly toward me.

For some reason, Principal. Ji seemed to question whether I really was just an ordinary student.

From Principal. Ji's perspective, he knew I had entered Jinshi Academy with a mere spiritual root level of 1.

It was true—no other middle school would've accepted me with such low stats.

But Jinshi Academy knew who my parents were: two of the most brilliant scientists in the cultivation world.

Perhaps because of that, they had no choice but to accept my enrollment.

'Spiritual energy level 1... yet he could withstand the grip of a Core Formation Stage student? He's definitely strange.'

For a moment, Sun Xinxin and Wang Ying seemed to pause their battle.

Although, there was no way the two of them would ever make peace.

"Alright. Get to your respective classrooms. The opening ceremony is over. I hope you all enjoy your school life."

...

"To shape heaven and earth, and transcend the Void Returning Realm—that is what it means to go beyond the mortal world. One year for an immortal equals one day of their life."

Ridiculous...

"Teacher! What if someone breaks through the laws of the mortal realm?"

"Ck. Teacher! How can humans live to be a million years old?!"

Sigh... Why did I have to be in the same class as these two weirdos?

Why couldn't they just behave normally?

Luckily, I wasn't seated too close to these troublemakers.

Otherwise, I wasn't sure if I could avoid getting dragged into their arguments.

"In response to your questions—do you really think the limit of cultivation is the Heavenly Tribulation Realm? In this world, there are higher branches of cultivation. They are called immortals. Lifespan means nothing to them anymore."

"Amazing... But teacher, why hasn't any immortal appeared in our world yet?"

"To answer that, our world is protected by divine punishment. Even if an immortal tried to descend, they wouldn't be able to tear through the mortal boundary."

It's true... I knew what the teacher was saying was a fact.

Back when I stayed in this world for a while, I examined the heavenly punishment of this planet.

If I had to say, the heavenly punishment of Earth was nothing like I expected.

Normally, every mortal world should have punishment for those who reach the peak of mortal cultivation.

But why? Why is the heavenly punishment on Earth so... different?

Spatial distortion... Hidden dimensions... Time and space anomalies...

In the end, the thoughts in my head were beyond what I could comprehend.

Without delay, I looked again at the teacher as she continued her lecture on cultivation fundamentals.

To be honest, I was getting bored listening to her explanations.

But after a while, I heard one of us being told to concoct a low-grade pill.

Each student's desk had been given a small alchemy furnace.

"Don't forget the basics of cultivation. Even if cultivation becomes useless, you must still work hard!"

"We understand..."

Eventually, some of us began refining a low-grade pill.

But looking at myself, I didn't move at all from my seat.

Instead, I kept staring out the window.

Honestly, I didn't get tired of the view of Shanghai.

Several skyscrapers rose above the clouds, showing just how powerful their residents were in China.

I could even see normal people flying through the sky—without using any spiritual power.

Such bizarre technology...

While I was lost in thought at my desk, I heard someone clapping.

And just like I thought, it happened.

"Student Han! Don't daydream! Show me the pill you've concocted!"

Glance–

"Understood, teacher. Please wait a moment. Let me present you with a high-quality pill."

For a moment, a mocking smile appeared on my teacher's face.

I didn't know why, but she seemed to think I was just an arrogant student.

'Cocky brat. Enough talk. Show me the pill you've made.'

Unexpectedly, a pleasant fragrance began to fill the air.

With no other choice, my classmates were forced to turn their eyes toward me.

"It smells so good... What kind of pill did he make?"

"Yeah... This is weird. I've never smelled such a pleasant aroma from pill refinement before," said my classmates, curious about the pill I had created.

If they had to guess, they'd probably assume I made some kind of edible pill?

Unfortunately, what they imagined wasn't exactly correct.

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