Heavens' Laughter

Feng Shen sighed inwardly, barely masking his irritation as his personal servant and little maid prattled on, their voices little more than background noise to him.

His attention shifted as he sensed several presences drawing closer.

Turning around, Feng Shen caught sight of the Trial Overseer leading a group of instructors.

Their approach left little doubt—they were coming for him.

"Well~ what brings the honor of such esteemed cultivators to grace me with their presence?" Feng Shen drawled, his tone soaked in sarcasm, his words deliberately mocking.

The wide, wolfish smile on his face only added. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

Hearing this, the Trial Overseer and the instructors faltered, a flicker of disbelief crossing their faces.

Such blatant disrespect was unexpected, especially from someone so young.

No matter how gifted or prodigious, a genius of his age should still exhibit deference toward his elders.

After all, experience and strength lay firmly on their side, or so they believed.

Yet here this young man was, defiant and unabashed, his arrogance as palpable as the smirk that danced across his lips.

The instructors exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence shaken by his audacity, unsure whether to be angered or wary.

However, none of them dared to risk provoking this young dragon, whose destiny seemed poised to shatter the heavens themselves.

Reluctantly, they swallowed their pride and held their tongues, suppressing their irritation.

The Trial Overseer, a man who had indulged in the haze of drunkenness for centuries, found himself utterly sober in that moment.

'Uh~ I should've kept myself drunk…'

Coughing lightly and covering his mouth with his hand, the Trial Overseer cleared his throat before extending his hand with a measured grace.

"Seeing as we're meeting face to face, I'd like to introduce myself properly, not just by titles. My name is Han Zuìqing, and from what I've seen, you're quite the genius!"

Taking a measured step forward, Feng Shen clasped his hands behind his back, making no effort to extend them in greeting.

The thought of allowing any of them to touch his bare skin was beneath him, and he made his disdain abundantly clear in every movement and expression.

Of course, Han Zuìqing noticed the subtle refusal, but surprisingly, he didn't seem offended in the slightest. He simply retracted his hand, his smile never faltering.

Despite his calm demeanor, his mind was working overtime, trying to unravel the enigma standing before him.

This young man, with his arrogant airs and inscrutable presence, was proving incredibly difficult to read.

Every attempt to gauge him only deepened the mystery, and Han Zuìqing couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this prodigy than met the eye—a complexity that made him all the more dangerous.

"Let's get straight to it. Who wants to take me into their class?" Feng Shen asked casually, his tone still laced with that unmistakable arrogance:

"I'm a very hard man to get along with, so I hope you don't take it to heart. I really can't help it."

Feng Shen had said this with a certain truthfulness, as it wasn't entirely a lie.

In reality, it was difficult for him to extend kindness or warmth to those who didn't either benefit him or match his strength.

To Feng Shen, those who were weaker or less important were nothing more than ants, not even worthy of sharing the same air.

"Ahahaha. It's all fine. It's rare we get young men like you," Han Zuìqing chuckled, unable to hold back his laughter.

He placed a hand over his stomach, genuinely amused by such boldness.

For a brief moment, Han Zuìqing was tempted to sip some alcohol from the bottle he always kept on himself, but he resisted, his gaze shifting over his shoulder.

He glanced at the instructor behind him, the one eager to bring this young man into his class.

Yuan Bo took a deliberate step forward. "That would be me."

He didn't bother extending his hand, understanding fully how this young man viewed himself…

Wielding such arrogance…

In fact, Yuan Bo respected it.

After all, for someone like this young man, Feng Shen, with such undeniable talent and potential, his confidence, even arrogance, was entirely justified.

He truly was beyond perfect for a cultivator—his strength, his mind, his presence—all of it spoke of someone destined for greatness.

Of course, this was all Yuan Bo's opinion.@@novelbin@@

Feng Shen glanced at the instructor who had stepped forward, his gaze lingering for a moment as he silently appraised him.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he muttered under his breath, "This is fine for now…"

Feng Shen then turned back to the Trial Overseer, his expression laced with impatience:

"So, what now? Can we return to the Soaring Academy for our rooms?"

Feng Shen waved a dismissive hand, clearly uninterested in further formalities:

"I'd rather cultivate than waste time here on this drifting cloud."

Feng Shen valued efficiency over pleasantries, and his growing frustration with the situation was starting to show. He wanted everything to start moving faster.

"Enough is enough!" Tian Hao stepped forward, his face tightening with visible annoyance.

He had tried his best to remain tolerant of this young man's behavior, but the blatant disrespect had finally pushed him past his limit.

"For a walking dead man, you're awfully loud!" Tian Hao's words cut through the air like a blade.

Silence…

No one said a word…

Nobody expected such words to leave a mouth…

Both Cai Xiu and Yùn Yì immediately turned their attention to their Second Young Master/Master, their faces pale with concern.

They exchanged a tense glance before swallowing nervously.

Cai Xiu and Yùn Yì knew their Second Young Master/Master well, and one sharp word from him could mean anything—even immediate departure from the Soaring Academy.

They stood ready, silently bracing for whatever action or response he would give, fully prepared to follow his lead.

The Trial Overseer and the other instructors exchanged incredulous glances, their eyes widening in disbelief as they looked at their peer.

It was as if he had completely lost his mind.