C10 A Cultivator Transfer Student
"Alright, students, before we begin today's lesson, I'd like to introduce a new classmate. Please, come up and introduce yourself!" Tung Peirong announced from the podium, sparking curiosity among the students. They had noticed a stranger standing at the door earlier and were now realizing he was a transfer student.
They deduced he was a transfer because it was unusual for new students to join a class at this time. Moreover, students typically start in the Yellow Class, not leap directly into the Profound Class.
"This person must be a cultivator from out of town. He's chosen to join our Everdawn Academy, which really speaks to the prestige of our institution," Han Dongchuan remarked with a sense of pride, thrilled to be part of the Everdawn Academy.
Faang Wei, on the other hand, was less moved. The transfer student who excited Han Dongchuan was not a Cyborg, but rather a cultivator. Tung Xiaoxiao, although at the seventh level of Alpha Dawn and possessing a slightly higher talent point, was not far ahead. Truth be told, with such abilities, he wouldn't be considered a top genius among the nine great academies, but he was certainly a standout.
It was peculiar, then, that he would choose to attend Everdawn Academy, which stood in opposition to the nine great academies. Quite mysterious, indeed!
"Could this guy be a Cyborg?" Jumpy, perched atop Faang Wei's head with a better vantage point, was the first to sense something amiss, and it didn't take long for the other students to catch on.
"Why isn't he a Cyborg?"
"Could he be a cultivator?"
"What's he doing at our Everdawn Academy?"
"Did he take a blow to the head?"
"How odd!"
...
"Why has this cultivator come to our academy?" Han Dongchuan asked Faang Wei in a hushed tone, equally baffled.
"Hehe..." Faang Wei silently glanced at the transfer student and shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe he's just got a case of hormonal imbalance?"
"Tsk..." Han Dongchuan scoffed, unimpressed. Faang Wei's wit had certainly sharpened over the last couple of days. But seriously, the reason behind this cultivator's presence at Everdawn Academy was beyond him.
"Alright, everyone, please settle down."
Tung Peirong's voice rose, tinged with a touch of spiritual energy to command the room's attention.
Once the echoes subsided, he continued.
"As you've all seen, our new student is not a Cyborg but a cultivator."
"We've never had a cultivator transfer in before, but that doesn't mean our Everdawn Academy is without cultivators, right?"
"This moment is the history of the future. I hope you will all get along well. Since you're now part of Everdawn Academy, you're part of the family!"
"No bad influences, understood?"
"We hear you!"
The students responded in unison, their voices robust.
Tung Peirong, satisfied with their response, turned to the new student.
"Jin Ziyan, please introduce yourself so everyone can get to know you."
"Okay."
Jin Ziyan stepped forward and simply stated —
"My name is Jin Ziyan."
"…"
"…"
"…"
...
Is that all?
That was the collective thought in everyone's heads. But technically, it was an introduction. He did say his name, after all.
"Cough, cough!"
Tung Peirong was momentarily thrown off by the new student's brevity. He quickly recovered, trying to smooth over the awkwardness.
"Jin Ziyan is a bit shy. We'll have plenty of time to get to know him later."
"Jin Ziyan, take a seat in the empty spot in the fourth row for now."
"Okay."
Jin Ziyan gave a curt nod and took his seat in front of Faang Wei.
Now closer, Faang Wei sensed a profound desolation emanating from Jin Ziyan.
It was as if he was shrouded in an intense sadness, a feeling that he no longer wished to live.
...
Faang Wei wondered what could have affected someone so young so deeply, but he didn't pry. At this age, isn't everyone touched by the melancholy of youth? A few hard knocks usually set things right.
"Brother, here's a piece of advice for you —"
"What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger."
Faang Wei gave Jin Ziyan a pat on the shoulder, his voice carrying through the air. Jin Ziyan didn't turn around, but a noticeable ripple passed through his aura.
Gazing out the window, Jin Ziyan whispered to himself, "If only you were still here... how wonderful that would be..."
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"What did you say?!"
The principal's office at Lumenarc Academy was filled with the echo of a thunderous shout, causing the assistant opposite to tremble and clench his teeth.
"The... The Young Lord has left Lumenarc Academy..."
"Where did he go?"
Another shout sent the assistant into a quiver as he stammered out his response.
"The Young Lord has activated a shielding charm. We... We can't locate him..."
"!!!"
Jin Dehai was livid, practically fuming with rage. His good-for-nothing son had run off for a woman, daring to forsake Lumenarc Academy!
Had he forgotten who he was, the Young Lord?
Had he forgotten the responsibilities that came with his title?
"Find him!"
Jin Dehai slammed his fist on the table, swearing vehemently.
"Find that scoundrel for me! And let it be known—if he doesn't return, I'll desecrate that girl's grave to see if that brings him back!"
The assistant shuddered to his core, nodding before making his exit. It wasn't until the door closed behind him that he felt all his energy drain away.
Truth be told, he didn't want to bring the Young Lord back. The principal had clearly crossed a line this time. Even if he disapproved of the Young Lord's choice of a woman, resorting to murder was extreme.
Now, with the Young Lord in his rebellious phase, he had bolted. What a mess!
