Chương 12: War God — Chapter 12 - You Want Her to Get Uterine Cold from Eating That?

Rong City Security Bureau.

"Bai Hongtian!" Cheng Wu had just returned to the bureau. Hadn't even caught his breath when a woman's roar echoed faintly from above. He frowned. Who came to the bureau? And dared to call a grandmaster by name? Had they no sense of decorum? Besides, if not for the grandmaster's intervention today, all of Rong City would have faced disaster. Who knows how many more would have died. He glanced at his colleagues. All wore expressions of not wanting to get involved. He understood.

Arriving at the lounge door, Cheng Wu swept a glance inside. He saw the Seventh Realm grandmaster who had fought desperately to slay the S-rank Beast, still bearing wounds, his face flushed red as he roared:"I had to deal with that beast immediately." Before he could finish, he was cut off.

"Don't give me that! I'm only asking you: why didn't you save your daughter first!" Standing opposite the Seventh Realm grandmaster was a woman of elegant beauty. Except now her face was terrifying. Cheng Wu's heart lurched. This had to be Grandmaster Bai's wife.

"If I had gone to save Xiao Xi first, even a delay of minutes or seconds, who knows how many people in Rong City would have died. I am a Seventh Realm grandmaster. Serving the nation, serving the people is my duty!" The Seventh Realm grandmaster's conviction was profound. Outside, Cheng Wu listened with a solemn expression.

"You can't even protect your own daughter, and you talk about protecting the nation and the people?" The woman shouted furiously, pointing at him and cursing repeatedly. His face was a mix of grief and pain, but he made no sound. Outside, Cheng Wu couldn't bear to listen anymore. His heart cried out at the close call. He hurried in and said loudly:"Grandmaster Bai, I have some good news. Just now—" — The next day. Rong City Martial High. Wang Xian carried a shoulder bag and held breakfast.

Standing at the gate, looking at those familiar gilt characters. For a moment, a myriad of emotions surged within him. Walking inside, the familiar teaching buildings, martial arts arenas, cafeteria, even the forest path covered in white frost all merged into a mottled ancient painting in his memory. At the end of the ancient painting stood a teaching building. Yifu Building. The furthest distance in the world is you being 60 years ago, and me being 60 years later.

The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Yet you and I are in the same Yifu Building, studying together. Suddenly, a sharp shout came from nearby:"That student over there, the school strictly forbids martial students from scaling buildings. Which class are you in?" Wang Xian turned to look. Not far away, a somewhat handsome boy lightly leaped, soaring several meters high.

Effortlessly jumping onto the second-floor corridor four or five meters up, then looking back down:"Teacher, I'm from Class One." The patrolling teacher saw who it was. His expression softened:"Xia Sichen, be careful." Many passing students quietly grumbled:"That Xia Sichen is such a show-off, damn it..."

"If your innate life force was 0. 6 and you grew to 1. 2 in one semester of senior year, you could show off too."

"This guy's life force already broke 1? And he's this good-looking too..."

"With this level of martial talent, even if his awakened martial gift is garbage, he should still easily get into a top-tier martial academy, right?"

"I have him on Feixin. He spent all yesterday playing 'Martial No Limits,' got solo Asura chicken dinner several times..." Wang Xian swept a glance over. He did have some recollection. Xia Sichen, considered the most dazzling type of "academic prodigy" in high school. Good grades, good looks, high talent. The kind who doesn't work hard normally, stays up all night grinding games. And at critical moments just needs to casually study a bit and succeeds, the "other people's child."

In his previous life's high school days, he had envied him greatly. But later, he had seen too many martial prodigies... By comparison, even this Xia Sichen, who later awakened the high-level martial talent [Flame Bone], faded into the crowd.

"I remember he later became a teacher at a top-tier academy, right?" Wang Xian shook his head and walked into the teaching building. Approaching the door of Class Nine, he paused and looked inside. Ye Miyue was in Class Nine. It was 6 in the morning now. Class Nine wasn't large, with only 40 desks. Ye Miyue wore a school uniform washed so many times it had faded white, sitting obediently in the center of the first row, near the lectern. This was the "throne" of every class, not just anyone could sit here.

She was the only one in the classroom, eyes closed, silently reciting. Wang Xian looked left and right, frowning slightly. He walked straight in and knocked on Ye Miyue's desk.

"Teacher, good morning..." Ye Miyue hadn't even opened her eyes, instinctively calling out... Then upon seeing who it was, she froze.

"Classmate Ye looks to be in good spirits..." Wang Xian smiled.

"Had breakfast yet?"

"I have..."

"Where did you eat?"

"The school cafeteria..."

"What did you eat?" This time. Ye Miyue thought for a moment before answering:"Noodles."

"What kind of noodles?"

"Beef..."

"Don't pretend. The school cafeteria doesn't sell beef noodles on Monday mornings." Wang Xian directly exposed her lie, then placed the breakfast he was holding on her desk.

"You haven't eaten at all!"

"......" The aroma wafted out.

"I don't want it..." Ye Miyue shook her head.

"You'd better eat it now while no one's around." Wang Xian didn't care whether she wanted it or not.

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might appear on the school forum today..."

"......" With that, he turned and left without lingering.

"Hey! You!" Behind him, before Ye Miyue could even stand up, Wang Xian had already left Class Nine. She looked at the breakfast in front of her with a troubled expression. One pancake layered with two savory meat patties, and a cup of warm fresh milk. Enough to fuel a student's energy for the entire morning. After thinking it over, Ye Miyue first looked left and right, then picked up the pancake and, like a thief, took a bite that formed a crescent shape, her cheeks bulging as she chewed...

When Wang Xian returned to Class Four, several people had already arrived in the classroom.

"Holy shit, did the sun rise from the west? You damn well didn't show up at the last second?" Just as he returned to his seat, a boy beside him, simultaneously sleazy and somewhat handsome, leaned over, looking at Wang Xian with shock.

"What are you doing here so early? Starting a rebellion?"

"......" Wang Xian shot him a sidelong glance. Zhou Xukun, his close buddy from high school. Ugly from afar, somewhat handsome up close, and upon closer inspection, ugly and handsome at the same time. His liberal arts and martial arts grades both ranked among the top in the school. If Xia Sichen was considered the martial high school's heaven-blessed prodigy, a sect's true disciple. Then Zhou Xukun was the martial high school's solid backbone, an inner sect elite.

As for himself at this time, probably a minor nobody serving under a servant of a branch family of a commoner clan managed by a sect's menial disciple? In his previous life, Zhou Xukun got into Dragon Nation's top-tier academy and after graduation went deep into the medical field. He was also the last person standing by his side before he died.

"Just felt bored..." Wang Xian shrugged.

"Where's the breakfast you brought for Chen Yuting today?" Zhou Xukun didn't press further, just assuming his friend had lost his mind.

"Gave it to someone else."

"Who?"

"Ye Miyue from Class Nine." Zhou Xukun paused, then laughed:"Gave it to Iceberg Ye? What for? You trying to physically cool the breakfast first, then let Chen Yuting eat it and catch uterine cold?"

"......"