Heavens' Laughter

Finally, Yuan Bo stood before the one student he had longed to teach more than any other—a young man whose unparalleled potential was matched only by the audacity of his actions.

This was the prodigy who had slain one of his own peers, a bold and dangerous figure destined to shatter the heavens themselves.

"Student Feng Shen," Yuan Bo said. He fixed his gaze on the young man.

With a measured motion, he beckoned him to follow and join his group.

Feng Shen, still with a bored expression, walked over.

Yuan Bo's eyes then turned to the two women:

"Student Yùn Yì, Student Cai Xiu. I ask that you join as well."

With that, Yuan Bo turned and began walking back toward his group.

'It seems I guessed correctly…' He thought to himself.

Yuan Bo had already surmised that these two women were closely tied to student Feng Shen.

It was no surprise to him—after all, powerful men, especially those as young and promising as this prodigy, often attracted such companionship.

Yùn Yì hurried to catch up with the Second Young Master, ensuring she remained close enough to keep him within her sight.

After all, there was an unspoken compulsion driving her—a mix of loyalty and jealousy—that made her feel like a little guard dog, ever-watchful and protective.

Her sharp eyes flicked toward the Ninth Princess, who had been selected by the female instructor and was now heading in a different direction.

Yùn Yì couldn't suppress a small surge of satisfaction, sticking out her tongue at the princess in a subtle, childish taunt.

She was relieved, almost giddy, that they wouldn't be sharing the same class.

It was one less rival to contend with, and one less woman who might try to edge closer to the Second Young Master.

On the other hand, Cai Xiu appeared entirely oblivious to her name being called, her gaze fixed blankly on some distant point in the air.

Lost in her own thoughts, she stood motionless, as to her the world around her had faded into irrelevance.

"Hey~ stop making everyone wait, you stupid bitch~," Feng Shen called out, his voice laced with irritation.

He tapped his fingers against his side impatiently, his foot drumming a steady rhythm on the ground.

His annoyance was clear—Feng Shen had no interest in wasting time on these pointless classes.

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Hearing this voice, one she knew all too well, that Cai Xiu snapped back to reality.

"Ah! My apologies!" She blurted out.

Cai Xiu's eyes widened in recognition, and with a startled urgency, she hurried to follow, her steps quick and almost clumsy as if making up for her brief lapse.

Seeing his little maid's flustered response, Feng Shen simply rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Alright, can we hurry these classes up? I don't have all day~," he drawled, his tone dripping with impatience.

Turning his gaze toward his instructor, he raised an eyebrow expectantly, as if urging the man to speed things along.

For Feng Shen, every passing second felt like a waste.

The rest of the group remained silent, their eyes averted and their movements subdued.

They all knew the type of man this bastard was—a demon in human skin, a force of nature none dared to challenge.

His reputation preceded him, and nobody in their right mind wanted to risk making an enemy of this arrogant bastard.

Yet, as much as they feared him, a quiet hope flickered among them.

Many secretly wished that the instructor would put him in his place, delivering a well-deserved punishment for his blatant disrespect.

Though no one dared to voice it…

Yuan Bo came to a sudden stop in front of the entire group. He placed his hands behind his back:

"Of course, we will begin once we reach my training island. So, follow me."@@novelbin@@

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After walking a considerable distance and crossing a vast, towering bridge that seemed to stretch on endlessly, the group finally arrived.

The island before them was a sprawling expanse, dotted with numerous platforms, training dummies, and targets of all shapes and sizes.

Each corner of the island seemed meticulously designed for rigorous practice, with everything a cultivator could ask for.

With everyone gathered on the flat, dirt-covered ground, Yuan Bo took a moment to scan the surroundings, his sharp eyes taking in every detail.

After a brief nod to himself, he turned back toward his students.

"Our first class will be simple... Sword Mastery," Yuan Bo announced.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, a simple iron sword materialized seemingly out of nowhere, appearing in Yuan Bo's hand.

He let the tip of the blade rest on the ground, treating it casually as though it were a cane.

With his free hand, Yuan Bo pointed toward a nearby storage area, a small wooden building lined with racks of weapons and equipment:

"Now. Go get yourself a sword."

The students wasted no time rushing toward the storage area in a frenzy, each eager to find a sword that would suit their abilities.

Pushing and shoving occurred.

Some reached for the finest blades on the racks, while others were left scrambling for whatever they could grab.

"That one's mine!" one student yelled, elbowing another aside.

"Move, you're too slow!" another barked, shoving past a classmate to reach a particularly sharp-looking sword.

As that was happening…

Feng Shen, his little maid, and his personal servant stood still, having not moved.

Noticing these three… Yuan Bo's curiosity was piqued. He watched them with a discerning eye, then spoke:

"I know you're a genius…" His gaze narrowing slightly, "but are you truly skilled with a sword? Do you not care what sword you choose?"

In Yuan Bo's opinion, geniuses aren't perfect. Even they have their flaws.

Sword Mastery is no simple feat.

It's a path many fail to walk.

In the Upper Realm, only a few have truly mastered the sword—those rare few who can split mountains in half with a single swing.

Mastering the sword was not just about raw talent; it was about dedication, precision, and understanding the weapon like an extension of one's own soul.

"Hmm~?" Feng Shen raised an eyebrow, casting a brief glance at his instructor.

A small, almost bored smirk tugged at his lips:

"Meh~ I don't care about what sword I get my hands on. All of them are very low graded and can be mastered easily."

Feng Shen's tone was casual, almost dismissive, as if the idea of struggling to master a sword was beneath him.

"For me, mastering these low-grade swords is as easy as breathing," he continued, his voice laced with honesty:

"I just don't care much for them. Swords are too... impersonal. I prefer something more direct, something I can feel in my hands up close and personal."

It was clear—swords bored Feng Shen. They were just tools to him, not worthy of the attention others might give them:

'Le sigh~ I'd rather use my bare hands to end a life... There's something far more satisfying about feeling the life drain out of them.'

"I understand..." Yuan Bo replied, though his tone remained laced with skepticism.

He wasn't entirely convinced by his student's casual dismissal of the sword, but the young man had effortlessly cleared the Third Trial, which made it hard for him to outright deny his claim.

Shifting his focus, Yuan Bo turned to the two women, who had remained quiet, barely making a sound as they observed the exchange:

"Well, what about you two? Are you just going to stand there? Or will you go get swords?"

Both Yùn Yì and Cai Xiu turned their attention to the Second Young Master, their eyes searching for any sign of permission to move and search for a sword.

Feng Shen, noticing this, gave a casual wave of his hand, signaling for them to proceed. His expression was indifferent, not particularly concerned with what they did:

"Go ahead."

With permission granted, both Yùn Yì and Cai Xiu walked toward the storage.

As they approached, the rest of the group, who had already selected their swords, stood off to the side, eyeing the two women.

The men openly gawked, unable to hide their lustful eyes:

"A beauty like her could stop time itself…"

"Such grace... Surely, even the heavens are envious of her."

"I'd give up all my cultivation to be worthy of her gaze, even for a moment."

"She walks like the moon across the night sky... How could anyone resist such allure?"

The women, however, were far from impressed. They rolled their eyes in annoyance, fully aware of the attention they were attracting.

Hell, some of the women, unable to stand it any longer, even reached out to smack their boyfriends on the back of the head, silently scolding them for their blatant behavior.

Yùn Yì and Cai Xiu, unfazed by the attention, chose their swords.

They weren't bothered by the stares, as they had long grown used to dog-like men.