Heavens' Laughter

"I'm back~" Feng Shen declared, his voice dripping with playful arrogance as he forcefully ripped through the fragile barrier of the created world.

Emerging from the tear, he stepped onto the drifting cloud; the mist swirling around him. With an air of triumph, he gazed at the endless skies, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

Feng Shen was in an unusually good mood after everything that had transpired, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why everything had fallen into such an awkward silence.

Everywhere he looked, the women seemed to blush furiously, their faces turning shades of crimson before they hastily looked away, pretending to be preoccupied with anything else.

The men, on the other hand, stood straighter, exchanging glances and nodding their heads in what seemed like quiet approval, as if they had just witnessed something worthy of respect.

Confused but unwilling to let it dampen his mood, Feng Shen simply shrugged it off, a carefree smile tugging at his lips.

"How long was I gone for~?" he asked as he turned to his personal servant. She had her back to him, her posture unusually stiff, so he gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder to get her attention.

Yùn Yì shivered under the light touch of the Second Young Master, her body trembling as a wave of embarrassment washed over her.

Hastily, she brought her hands to cover her eyes, her voice stammering as she tried to respond. "Um… I—I think it would be best if you covered yourself up…"

Yùn Yì's face turned an even deeper shade of crimson with each passing second, her heart racing wildly.

The sight behind her was far too much to handle, and she felt on the verge of fainting from sheer mortification at witnessing something so shamelessly improper.

"Hmm~?" Feng Shen raised an eyebrow. Glancing down, he finally realized the source of their embarrassment—he was completely naked.

Unbothered, he scratched the back of his head, an amused grin tugging at his lips.

Modesty was never something Feng Shen cared for, but with everyone avoiding eye contact, he let out a resigned sigh.

Turning his gaze to the Trial Overseer, who was doing their best not to react, he asked nonchalantly:

"Got anything I could borrow?"

The Trial Overseer didn't say a word. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, he unscrewed a bottle of alcohol, and from it, he conjured a black robe embroidered with golden floral designs.

The robe materialized in the air, shimmering faintly as it took form.

Taking a few measured steps forward, the Trial Overseer silently extended the robe forward. "Here you go…"

Feng Shen took the robe with a nod of thanks, casually slipping it on.

He adjusted it, making sure it fit comfortably, his hands smoothing over the fabric to ensure there were no restrictions.

And then Feng Shen tested the flexibility, stretching his arms and twisting his torso to make sure he could move freely.

The black robe, with its intricate golden flower designs, draped perfectly around him, offering both elegance and ease of movement.

Satisfied with the fit, Feng Shen gave a small approving nod, the carefree smile never leaving his face.

"Um… Is there a reason why Tian Hao hasn't come out yet? I purposely made the created world easily breakable…"

The Trial Overseer's brow furrowing slightly in confusion as he glanced around, his gaze lingering on the space where the instructor should have emerged.

They were about to head back to the Soaring Academy, and the absence of this instructor was starting to feel a little strange.

The created world the Trial Overseer made was designed to collapse with little effort, and yet…

The instructor had not appeared.

"Oh~ that little guy? He's dead." Feng Shen responded with casual indifference, his tone almost as if he were commenting on the weather.

His face held no trace of concern, only a faint look of boredom as he yawned, stretching his arms. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire@@novelbin@@

"He's what…" Zhao Rui blurted out, his voice sharp with disbelief as he stepped forward, his eyes widening in shock.

For someone as powerful as Tian Hao—famed for his cultivation, prestigious family backing, and influential connections—such news was hard to believe.

Zhao Rui couldn't fathom how something like this had happened so easily, especially when Tian Hao had only been in the created world with…:

"Did… you kill him?"

Zhao Rui's gaze locked onto the young man, searching for any sign of an answer.

The idea that someone so powerful as Tian Hao could have fallen so easily under a younger person's hand was almost impossible to wrap his mind around.

"Uh~ It was self-defense?" Feng Shen answered nonchalantly, shrugging as if the matter were no more significant than a passing inconvenience.

He wasn't worried about the consequences at all.

After all, the Soaring Academy's reputation would take a huge hit if word spread that a mere student had killed an instructor.

However, Feng Shen didn't concern himself with how the Academy would handle such a scandal or how they would keep the secret.

Especially how they would manage to suppress the whispers of those who had heard.

"I understand…" Zhao Rui murmured, taking a long, steadying breath as he forced himself to remain calm. The shock was still lingering in his chest, but he knew he had to keep a straight face.

He could only hope the situation wouldn't spiral out of control.

Zhao Rui glanced over at the Trial Overseer…

Who gave a silent nod.

"Alright, everyone, congratulations on passing the Three Trials. You've all officially made it into the Soaring Academy," the Trial Overseer announced:

"I will send you all back to the academy grounds, where you will find a room to rest until the sun rises. Tomorrow, you'll report to the courtyard, where you will meet your assigned instructor."

With that, the Trial Overseer raised his alcohol bottle once again, and with a fluid motion, he conjured a teleportation circle that shimmered with an ethereal light, the pathway back to the academy opening before them.

He needed some time alone with the instructors to discuss matters that couldn't be said with so many young eyes around.

With that, Feng Shen was the first to step through as he disappeared into the light.

Behind him, his little maid and personal servant followed without hesitation, the two of them accustomed to his every action, their faces still flushed.

One by one, more and more students followed suit, each stepping into the circle with varying expressions—some eager, some anxious.

The staff of the academy, ever attentive, carried the young elite, who were defeated mentally.

They really hated life right now…

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"I'll pick this room. You both share the one across." Feng Shen stood in front of the sliding door.

With a casual gesture, he pointed toward the room straight across from him, where his little maid and personal servant would stay.

Without waiting for a response, Feng Shen slid the door open with a smooth motion, stepping inside.

His gaze lingered briefly on the room, taking in the simple yet functional layout.

The medium-sized bed was neatly made. A dresser sat against one wall, its polished surface reflecting the soft light from the lamp beside it.

In the corner, a small chair stood next to a desk, which seemed ready for work—though currently empty, save for a few scattered papers.

Next to the desk was an empty bookshelf, its wood pristine.

Feng Shen sighed before turning his attention back to his little maid and servant, who he felt staring at him:

"What?"

Feng Shen turned around and began stepping toward the room across the hall. He entered without hesitation, his eyes immediately landing on the problem.

Rubbing her nose, Cai Xiu glanced back at her master, her tone a bit hesitant as she pointed out:

"There seems to be only one bed inside the room…"

"I can find another room," Yùn Yì recommended softly.

She knew the situation wasn't ideal, but the other rooms in the hall were already occupied, and it wouldn't be right to disturb anyone else by asking them to leave:

"It won't be close by, but I can make do."

Feng Shen shook his head once, a slight frown on his face, as he began turning to leave the room. "Give me a second…" he muttered.

"Second Young Master, where are you going?" Yùn Yì asked, but she was met with no response.

She started to follow him, but before she could take another step, she felt a firm grip on her arm.

Turning sharply, Yùn Yì found herself face-to-face with the bitc—girl.

"Stay put and wait," Cai Xiu spoke firmly, her expression serious and composed.

She suspected that violence might be her Master's answer to this small problem.

Though Cai Xiu didn't entirely agree with using violence as a solution, she understood its place in the cultivation world.

'Violence answers all, after all,' she thought:

'And if it doesn't, then perhaps you're simply not using enough.'