Heavens' Laughter

"So… will you be joining this class?" Yuan Bo asked student Feng Shen, who stood next to him.

However, as he looked ahead, he shook his head lightly, a faint trace of disappointment crossing his face behind his mask.

'Stupid horny brats… If only I could've chosen one student…' Yuan Bo glanced at the young man standing next to him…

In his eyes, a true cultivator was meant to transcend such base desires, striving instead for clarity of mind and mastery over the self.

To be consumed by lust or lack control over one's emotions was to stray from the true path of cultivation—a path that demanded discipline, focus, and unwavering resolve.

Feng Shen rubbed his chin, his fingers tracing slow circles as if deep in thought, though his casual demeanor betrayed any real seriousness.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he followed the instructor's gaze.

"Sure~ if it speeds up the class," Feng Shen drawled, his tone laced with mock indifference.

The moment the words left his lips, a faint hum filled the air.

From the storage area, a single sword was left, its worn and tarnished blade wobbling slightly. Its edges chipped, its surface dull and pitted with rust.

Yet, despite its shabby condition, it began to float, cutting through the air toward Feng Shen.

Which caused all the students to all look on with shock.

Feng Shen's eyes narrowed slightly, his smirk widening into a grin as he extended a hand.

With a deft motion, he caught the sword mid-flight, its weight settling firmly in his grip.

Feng Shen gave it a casual twirl.

"Well," he murmured, glancing at the instructor, "will you start class?"

"You…" Yuan Bo's voice faltered, his words catching in his throat as he struggled to articulate his astonishment.

He stared, wide-eyed, at the display before him, fully aware of the level of mastery required to achieve such control.

Manipulating one's Qi with such precision and finesse was no small feat—especially at such a low cultivation realm.

The sheer discipline, practice, and innate understanding it demanded left Yuan Bo momentarily at a loss for words.

However, he quickly composed himself, mentally shaking his head.

Yuan Bo reminded himself that he shouldn't be so surprised—after all, this wasn't just any ordinary genius. This was a heaven-defying prodigy, someone leagues beyond the realm of regular talent.

Pushing his astonishment aside, he drew in a small, steadying breath and shifted his focus back to the present.

"Alright," Yuan Bo said, his tone firm as his gaze swept over the students:

"Everyone, spread out and stand at least six feet apart from each other. We're starting class."

"Yes, Instructor!" the students responded in unison, their voices ringing out with enthusiasm.

Without hesitation, they moved into position, spreading out across the ground and ensuring they maintained the instructed distance.

Yùn Yì and Cai Xia made their way back to the Second Young Master/Master, each positioning themselves on either side of him while maintaining the instructed six-foot distance.

Both gripped their swords firmly, their postures steady and ready.

'This is the perfect chance to impress the Second Young Master!' Yùn Yì thought, her heart racing as she stole quick glances at her crush.

The thought of proving herself worthy of his praise filled her with determination.

Just imagining the Second Young Master's approving words made Yùn Yì's chest tighten and her cheeks flush—a feeling she cherished deeply, one that sent her spirits soaring every time.

'Hopefully, that bitch doesn't steal my spotlight…' her gaze shifted toward her so-called "rival," her thoughts simmering with disdain.

Deep down, Yùn Yi secretly wished for her to falter, to embarrass herself in front of everyone—and, ideally, to earn a scolding from the Second Young Master.

Feeling the weight of a gaze on her, Cai Xiu glanced over and immediately spotted "her".

She let out a quiet sigh, frustration flickering in her eyes.

'What's her deal?' Cai Xiu thought, baffled by the other woman's behavior.

She couldn't quite grasp why she seemed to harbor such animosity toward her, but it was starting to get on her nerves.

"Alright, everyone… let's officially begin class," Yuan Bo announced, his voice steady as he walked to the front.

With a subtle motion, his Qi surged from his hand, flowing into the sword. As he released it, the sword hovered just above the ground, suspended by the energy he had infused into it.

"It's quite simple," Yuan Bo continued:

"You will learn to fly…"

With that, Yuan Bo stepped onto the sword, his stance balanced and effortless. "And you will also learn to maintain your balance," he added, lifting the sword higher into the air.

He hovered for a moment, then shifted his weight, guiding the sword in a small, controlled circle.

As the students watched in awe, Yuan Bo returned to his starting point, gracefully landing back on the ground.

"Finally," he said, his tone firm, "you will learn to control it."

After witnessing such an impressive display, most of the students were beyond excited, their eyes wide with amazement. The demonstration had left them in awe, each of them eager to try it for themselves.

"I thought I understood how to control my Qi, but that... it's on a whole different level. How does he make it look so effortless?"

"I've heard of cultivation at that level, but seeing it firsthand... it's like the entire world bends to his will. I must push myself harder to reach even a fraction of that power!"

"That was pure mastery. If we train properly, we might be able to control the our Qi around us like that... but it'll take years, maybe decades."

Feng Shen couldn't help but roll his eyes, his expression one of mild exasperation.

The whole exercise seemed far too easy and simplistic for him.

'Is this it?' Feng Shen thought to himself.

In mere seconds, he effortlessly mimicked the instructor's demonstration, his movements fluid and precise.

Rising into the air, Feng Shen glided on his sword with an ease that seemed almost casual, his body perfectly balanced.

He flew higher, then dropped low, weaving up and down in a series of graceful maneuvers that looked more like play than practice.

The sword responded to Feng Shen's every movement, as if it were an extension of his own will.

As he landed back down…

The rest of the students were in disbelief...

"Such a show-off. That bastard thinks he's so special just because they can control their Qi better than us. Who cares?" One student couldn't help but blurt out.

Next second…

A flash of lightning-like speed sliced through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the sword Feng Shen had been using pierced straight through neck of the student who had spoken.@@novelbin@@

His head, separated from his body with shocking precision, fell to the ground with a sickening thud, rolling slightly before coming to a stop.

Silence…

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"Ah~ my bad..." Feng Shen chuckled nonchalantly, rubbing the back of his head as though the decapitation was nothing more than an accident.

His golden eyes, however, were cold as ice.

"I seemed to have lost control..." Feng Shen added.

To be honest, he had no patience for the audacity of a mere boy, calling him a "bastard."

Yuan Bo, who could have easily intervened to prevent the bloody spectacle, simply shrugged his shoulders in indifference.

After all, he didn't have much interest in teaching most of these students, and this was a good way to cut down some of that baggage.

"Accidents happen," Yuan Bo said. He gave a quick glance around, noting the tension in the air:

"I will let the Headmaster know it was not your fault."

Yuan Bo waved a dismissive hand.

"Now, let's all move on and start training. Stop standing around like fools!" His voice had an edge of impatience, and though he was clearly unsettled by the incident, he wasn't about to let it halt the day's agenda.

The students, still recovering from the shock, reluctantly began to focus again. A few glances were exchanged, but nobody dared to speak up.

Despite all of this…

Yùn Yì was absolutely captivated by the Second Young Master. Her hands clapped together in a rhythmic pattern, her eyes sparkling with unrestrained affection.

"Such a thing was so easy for you!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe. "You truly are perfect in every way!"

"Nobody can match you! NOBODY!" Yùn Yì's words became more frantic as she spoke, each syllable dripping with obsession.

The gleam in her eyes sharpened, bordering on madness.

Yùn Yì saw no imperfection at all.

Cai Xiu, on the other hand, observed the scene with a quiet sense of pride.

'That's my Master,' she thought, her chest swelling. 'That dog-like man deserved it.'

Cai Xiu, having been around her Master long enough to recognize his volatile nature, simply shrugged off the incident.

She had long since grown accustomed to his sudden erratic behavior.

And so Cai Xiu's gaze remained steady, her thoughts focused on the bigger picture.

Her thoughts drifted to the future. She couldn't help but hope—hope that, someday, under her Master's guidance, she would grow to be as powerful as he was, perhaps even more:

'I can only hope…'