C1 Time Flies

In the winter of the year 165, Xuanling was born in Auspicious Cloud City.

The Cloud Facing Pavilion, revered as the sacred heart of Auspicious Cloud City, was the origin of more than half of the city's most formidable individuals from its prominent families.

At that moment, within a classroom of the Cloud Facing Pavilion, a young man dressed in a white robe adorned with a red sunrise lay fast asleep on a desk.

Without any warning, the youth abruptly stood up, his face twisted in anguish as he cried out, "Ling'er!" His shout captured the immediate attention of everyone in the room.

A muffled chuckle broke the silence, and soon, the classroom erupted with laughter from the other young men.

"Ling'er, haha, dreams leave no trace!" they jeered.

"Ye Han, have you completely lost your mind?" someone called out.

It seemed that only now did the majority take notice of Ye Han, giving him odd looks.

"Wasn't I dead? Why am I here?" Ye Han murmured, gazing at his own palm, his face etched with bewilderment.

He was the Medicine Sovereign, one of the nine most powerful experts of the Cold Martial Continent, who had been diligently cultivating in the Holy Spirit World. He was on the verge of ascending to the Monarch Stage when a sword thrust through his heart, wielded by none other than his beloved, Shen Xuanling.

Shen Xuanling, the sixth empress of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, was a figure of unparalleled majesty who commanded respect far and wide.

Even in his final moments, Ye Han struggled to accept the truth.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself here.

"Xuanling, I was always good to you. Why did you betray me?" As the thought crossed his mind, hatred filled Ye Han's eyes, and he ground his teeth together, producing a grating sound.

The agony of betrayal by his beloved seared into his soul, etched into his very bones, causing him indescribable pain.

Suddenly, someone tugged at the back of Ye Han's robe. Turning around, he saw a young man making faces at him, signaling for him to sit down quickly.

"You are... Peng Wei? Weren't you killed by the Flower Shadow Leopard?" Ye Han's face registered shock.

Despite the passage of nearly a thousand years, Ye Han still faintly remembered this childhood companion.

"Ye Zi, I'm very much alive. Why would you curse me?" Peng Wei responded, slightly annoyed.

"What year is it?" Ye Han inquired.

"It's the year 165 of Xuanling!" Peng Wei replied with astonishment. "Ye Zi, have you lost your mind?"

"Xuanling 165? A discrepancy of a thousand years. Could this be... the Cloud Facing Pavilion from a millennium ago? Have I been reborn?" Ye Han struggled to believe it.

Yet, this seemed to be the only explanation for everything.

Ye Han closed his eyes, attempting to summon the powerful Spiritual Energy within him, only to discover that his dantian was utterly void. The meridians in his body, once rushing like rivers, now felt as rigid as iron, still in their unawakened state.

With his body feeling so desolate, Ye Han became even more convinced of his rebirth.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The lecture hall echoed with three resounding thuds, instantly silencing the classroom and snapping Ye Han back to the present.

A female instructor in a green dress approached Ye Han with a displeased look.

Ye Han fixed his gaze on the instructor's face, and a name surged to the forefront of his mind—Wen Yun!

A thousand years ago, she had been his mentor in the outer court, a twenty-five-year-old with an exquisite face and a stunning figure, possessing a Spirit Martial Stage Cultivation Level.

Among all the instructors, Wen Yun was undoubtedly the most popular. The reason was clear just by looking at her; countless disciples from the Cloud Facing Pavilion idolized her as a goddess.

Her lectures were always packed.

In the classroom, eager eyes followed Wen Yun's every move.

Even when she was upset, Wen Yun maintained an air of grace.

"Ye... Han." Wen Yun stood before Ye Han, fixing her gaze on the handsome young man. With gritted teeth, she demanded, "Do you have any complaints about my teaching?"

Ye Han regarded the striking woman before him, the sense of familiarity growing stronger after a thousand years of absence. Despite Wen Yun not leaving the best impression in his long-sealed memories, he still felt a deep connection to her.

Ye Han opened his hands slightly and responded with innocence, "Teacher, your lecture was captivating—truly a string of pearls. I have no complaints whatsoever."

"Do you really think you've mastered all this knowledge? Is that what you're saying?" Wen Yun's stunning face was contorted with rage as she glared at Ye Han and rebuked him loudly.

The room plunged into a profound silence.

Most disciples were taken aback to see their beautiful and delicate Teacher Wen Yun so furiously embarrassed.

"Hehe! If I lack even the basic understanding of the Pulse Opening Stage, would that not make a mockery of my title as the Medicine Sovereign? Wen Yun was heartless back then, and today, there's no need for me to spare her feelings."

With this thought, Ye Han offered a faint smile and said, "You could say that this knowledge is a walk in the park for me! While I won't claim to know it like the back of my hand, I'm not far off!"

The previously silent classroom erupted into chaos once again.

"What a shameless fool, beyond help!"

"Who gave him such audacity to be so brazen?"

"Arrogant! Ignorant! The knowledge required for the Pulse Opening Stage is so extensive that not even an Earth Martial Stage Expert would dare claim complete mastery. There are always unknown blind spots."

...

In that moment, everyone was seething with anger.

Teacher Wen Yun was their idol, their goddess. It was unthinkable that Ye Han would show her such disrespect.

"Very well! Since you show no signs of remorse, I'll ask you three questions," Wen Yun said, her jade finger massaging her temple as she called out with a frosty voice. "If you can't answer, pack your things and leave the Cloud Facing Pavilion immediately! We have no room for trash like you here."

The mood in the classroom instantly grew tense, as they realized that Mentor Wen Yun was truly enraged.

Ye Han felt the disdainful, angry, surprised, and even pitying stares directed at him.

"In this lifetime, none of you have the power to force me out of the Cloud Facing Pavilion... not even you, Wen Yun," he thought to himself with icy resolve.

Wen Yun, still teetering on the edge of fury, barked, "How many meridians are there in the human body?"

It was a question of basic knowledge.

Nearly every young person in the room knew the answer.

Clearly, Wen Yun had somewhat underestimated Ye Han, failing to challenge him with any obscure trivia.

Ye Han explained, "Theoretically, the human body possesses thirty-six meridians. These meridians link the internal organs—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—converging in the body's dantian, where they circulate naturally, a process commonly referred to as the circulation of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians."

His response was textbook-perfect, without any deviation.

Wen Yun nodded slightly and pressed on, "Given that there are thirty-six meridians in the human body, why can most people only open less than half of these meridians, while some can open as many as twenty or thirty?"

The question ramped up in difficulty but wasn't considered obscure. Anyone who had paid close attention could still answer it.

Ye Han continued, "Of course, this is all theoretical. For the average person to open even twelve meridians is quite remarkable, as their bodies can't withstand the shock of opening too many. However, a rare few with exceptional talent in cultivation can often open more than thirteen meridians.

Take, for example, the 'Holy Moon Divine Body' that appeared tens of thousands of years ago. This type of physique, with bloodlines far superior to ordinary people, was rumored to be capable of opening thirty meridians."

The students in the classroom were captivated. Divine Bodies and Holy Bodies were the stuff of legends, graced by the heavens themselves. Once they reached their potential, they were destined to become unparalleled figures of their time.

Just hearing about these legendary names was enough to set their hearts racing.

"Ye Han, I'm impressed by your extensive knowledge," Wen Yun remarked, her curiosity piqued as she lightly pursed her lips. "Are there any differences among the thirty-six meridians in the human body?"

At once, everyone looked bewildered, exchanging glances of confusion.

It wasn't their fault for not paying attention in class.

This piece of trivia was something Wen Yun had never brought up before. She had only asked it because Ye Han had managed to answer two consecutive questions, and she wanted to save face by stumping him with what she considered the most challenging question she could think of.

In Wen Yun's view, without a broad and careful study of the literature, it would be nearly impossible to know the answer.

Observing the smug look on Wen Yun's cool face, Ye Han rested his chin on his hands, feigning deep thought.

"Heh, what a waste, feeling overwhelmed now? The instructor never covered this topic. You could rack your brain forever and it would just be a waste of time!" A skinny youth in the front row, having rifled through his thick notebook to no avail, had a moment of bitter realization and sneered.

"Heh, Ye Han, if you can't answer, just leave and stop wasting everyone's time," Wen Yun said icily.

"If I truly can't answer, will the instructor actually send me away from the mountain?" Ye Han suddenly asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Absolutely. You've ignored classroom discipline and brazenly defied the instructor's authority. How could I possibly tolerate that?" Wen Yun looked down at Ye Han with a commanding air, showing no mercy to a student who had resigned himself to failure. "Ye Han, if you can't come up with the answer, I will show no leniency. You must leave."

Wen Yun was resolute, determined to excise this blight today.

Ye Han bowed his head slightly, his eyes tinged with a fleeting sadness. Then, in a swift change of demeanor, he lifted his head and declared confidently, "The thirty-six meridians cover the entire human body, and in theory, there should be no distinction among them..."

The corners of Wen Yun's mouth curled up slightly, her cold expression intensifying. The fury building within her was on the verge of erupting. "Heh, Ye Han, I said get out—"

Before she could finish, Ye Han cut her off, continuing, "However, there are indeed three exceptionally profound meridians that stand apart from the other thirty-three. They are the Life Vein, Blood Vein, and Soul Vein."

In an instant, Wen Yun stood frozen, as if struck by lightning, disbelief etched across her face. Her hand hung suspended in midair, rigid and awkward, while her beautiful features registered utter astonishment.

The rest of the students, unaware of the correct answer, could only infer from Wen Yun's reaction that Ye Han had indeed provided it, their faces mirroring her surprise.