Chương 23: War God — Chapter 23 - Once You're at My House, What You Wear Won't Be Up to You!

Chapter: Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster! In Dragon Nation, they're rare. Western Shu Province might have a handful at most. But every single one is a national treasure of exalted status. Most of the time, they aren't even in the province. When they do appear, it's usually on the news. Generally, only prestigious universities are qualified to invite a Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster for a martial lecture.

For an ordinary martial high school, managing to invite a Sixth Realm Martial Honor expert is already impressive. Not to mention, Rong City isn't exactly a major city. Even the martial high schools in Huayang City, the provincial capital, wouldn't dare claim they could definitely secure one. Our Rong City martial high school can invite a Seventh Realm Grandmaster?

"For real?"

"A Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster... aren't those the kind of people who only show up on the news?"

"Hold on, does our Rong City No. 7 High even have the connections to invite someone like that?"

"A martial lecture by a Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster... Even if he just performs a set of Body-Strengthening Fist, it'd still be incredibly beneficial..."

"Senior Bai Hongtian! A week ago, wasn't he the one who slew the S-rank Beast Wind King Falcon above Rong City?"

"I never thought I'd witness a Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster while still in high school..."

"Seriously, does Principal Xia have heaven-defying connections or something?" The students' faces flushed red with excitement. The entire classroom buzzed with noise. Cui Sanyan coughed a few times. The clamor gradually died down. The homeroom teacher, over 40 with a stern face and serious demeanor, slowly spoke:"At that time, each class will send two or three students onto the stage to observe Senior Bai's martial demonstration up close."

"Perhaps they may even be fortunate enough to receive a pointer or two."

"Our class has three slots." The students froze slightly. This was a massive opportunity! Even without personal pointers, observing a Great Grandmaster's martial demonstration would yield benefits. No matter how dull one's talent, they'd surely gain something. Improving technique, gaining insight into martial arts, all of that would come easily.

"Teacher, these slots..." Chen Yuting frowned.

"Are they related to the Martial Arts class slots?"

"The school didn't say." Cui Sanyan's tone was flat.

"The Martial Arts class requires an assessment. As for these three slots, each class will select the best candidates based on individual circumstances."

"For now, the provisional order is: Chen Yuting, Li Zihang, Zhou Xukun." No one was surprised. These three had consistently ranked in the top five for over two years, whether in innate life force or actual grades. The Martial Arts class would also be these three. So when the slots were announced, most students understood. Barring any surprises, the Martial Arts class slots would also go to these three. Wang Xian wasn't surprised either. In his past life, these three entered the Martial Arts class.

As for Great Grandmaster Bai Hongtian...

'This didn't happen in my past life, did it?' Wang Xian felt a trace of doubt. He wasn't sure if his rebirth had caused some subtle changes in the world.

"However!" Cui Sanyan's tone grew heavier.

"If anyone can master a martial art, then these slots can still change." His gaze fell on Wang Xian. The other students' gazes followed. Clearly, Cui Sanyan meant Wang Xian. After all, during the last pop quiz, he was the only one who'd displayed first-stage technique proficiency. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.

"Teacher..." Li Zihang smiled.

"Classmate Wang Xian hasn't even come to morning broadcast exercises this entire week, and he only went to the library once. How could he possibly master... huh?" Chen Yuting glared him into silence.

"Teacher..." Chen Yuting frowned.

"Isn't this a bit rushed? Wasn't it said there's still a month..." Cui Sanyan waved his hand.

"You all don't need to speak. Wang Xian, what about you?" Wang Xian shook his head without speaking. He had no plans to enter any Martial Arts class. Once he joined, he wouldn't even have winter break. He'd have to continue training at school. This winter break, he had other plans. He also looked down on the Martial Arts class's meager resources. They wouldn't help him at all. Not to mention, if he took a slot, Zhou Xukun, ranked last in the sequence, would be pushed out. He couldn't do that to his friend.

As for some Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster's martial demonstration... he wasn't interested. In his past life, the Seventh Realm Great Grandmasters he'd crossed hands with were as numerous as carp crossing a river. What was special about a mere demonstration? A Martial God's demonstration might interest him somewhat... Cui Sanyan let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with unwillingness and regret. — After class, lunch break. Cui Guoliang arrived at the school conference room, his expression grim.

The room was already filled with the homeroom teachers of all senior classes. At the head sat Principal Xia and Dean of Students Zhou Dahai.

"Principal Xia, I'd still like to fight for our class's student Wang Xian..." Cui Guoliang said in a deep voice.

"Even if he doesn't qualify for the Martial Arts class, at least let him go on stage tomorrow..."

"He possesses very high Old Martial Arts talent!" None of the homeroom teachers spoke. Principal Xia, about 50 with a refined face, merely smiled.

"Teacher Cui... do you think just anyone can receive pointers from a Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster?" The Class 1 homeroom teacher chuckled.

"Old Martial Arts talent? A student with 0. 1 innate life force, no matter how high his talent, his upper limit is right there."

"Besides, what era is this?"

"Indeed, giving your class three slots is already generous..." The Class 3 homeroom teacher snorted.

"Our class only has two, and you want another one?"

"It was just one pop quiz. What does that prove?"

"Exactly." The Class 5 homeroom teacher kept glancing at Principal Xia.

"Comparing talent, can he compare to student Xia Sichen? In terms of Old Martial Arts talent, she mastered a martial art in less than a week. That's what you call extremely high talent!" Cui Guoliang stared coldly at the Class 5 homeroom teacher. Xia Sichen mastered a martial art in a week? What kind of conditions did she have? At school, any teacher could guide her anytime. After school, dedicated instructors. Unlimited time to study martial arts manuals, even live demonstrations.

Before learning, specialists built her foundation... What she ate and used went without saying... And Wang Xian? A slacker for two years who played some games and manifested techniques in reality. Given time and guidance, mastering a martial art within a month wasn't impossible... But he couldn't say anything. No one expected the school could actually invite this Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster. He looked toward Principal Xia. The other homeroom teachers did the same, wondering how Principal Xia had such influence.

"The school is fair." Principal Xia spoke slowly.

"Since Senior Bai is willing to come, we must send presentable students. Otherwise, where would our school's face be?"

"Teacher Cui, let me ask you: if you were a Seventh Realm Great Grandmaster visiting a martial high school, and discovered that among the students you were preparing to guide, there was a poor student who hadn't applied himself for two years, how would you feel?"

"It would be an insult!"

"An insult to him personally, and irresponsibility toward the school!" Everyone fell silent. The logic held.

"You all need to understand..." Principal Xia looked at everyone with earnest gravity.

"We aren't the only martial high school that sent Senior Bai an invitation. Rong City No. 1 High, No. 4 High, they all did. Their strength exceeds ours."

"Yet our No. 7 High was the one invited. They're all watching. If they saw us send up a student like that, what would they think?" Cui Guoliang said nothing, only looked at the others.

"Actually..." Zhou Dahai beside him suddenly spoke.

"I think that student Wang Xian..." He recalled that morning a week ago. That kid's Body-Strengthening Fist. Even now, when he recalled it, he still gained new insights. These past few days, his own Body-Strengthening Fist had faintly improved. If he could watch it a few more times, perhaps a breakthrough might be within reach? But that kid only came the first day, then didn't show up again... Too lazy!

"Dean Zhou, what do you think?" Teacher Cui's eyes rose with hope.

"I think it's worth considering..." Zhou Dahai coughed.

"No need to consider." Principal Xia vetoed with a single vote.

"The numbers are finalized. That's that. Tomorrow, make sure your class's students are prepared."

"We may not impress Senior Bai enough for pointers, but at the very least, we must not embarrass ourselves!" — Yifu Building rooftop. Wang Xian got his meal and, bathed in sunlight, arrived at the rooftop. From afar, he gazed at that beautiful figure. Perhaps because she'd been eating well this past week, Ye Miyue's complexion looked much better. Before, her face was very pale, her eyes very cold. Beautiful, but lacking vitality. Now her cheeks were still fair, but had gained a touch of rosy color.

Those limpid eyes held more spirit than before. She stood sideways at the rooftop edge, gazing at distant clouds. The baggy blue-and-white school uniform, from the side, could no longer conceal the graceful curve of her waist and hips. Her jet-black hair, tied in a high ponytail, left a single strand falling over her hips, swaying gently in the breeze, tracing the contours of youth.

She closed her eyes, raising one hand to her forehead to block the scorching sunlight, yet unable to block the perfect lines of her face. Wang Xian walked over and suddenly said:"Thinking about what to wear for my massage this afternoon?" The voice startled the young woman enjoying the afternoon sun... The rosy color on Ye Miyue's cheeks immediately deepened, but her voice remained cool:"Work clothes." According to the agreement, once a week. After all, they only had one day off per week.

"No." Wang Xian said. Ye Miyue turned her head.

"I'll give you a few choices." Wang Xian narrowed his eyes, counting on his fingers.

"One: JK uniform. Two: office-wear pencil skirt. Three: suspender black-stocking miniskirt... Pick one." Ye Miyue instantly lost her composure, looking at Wang Xian both bashful and furious. Each outfit was bolder than the last. Who wore things like that to give a massage? Not a single one was acceptable!

"Not willing?" Wang Xian 'frowned' with great dissatisfaction.

"Alright then, one more choice. You come to my home for an in-house massage. As for what to wear, you decide."

"No cameras at home, and you won't easily run into acquaintances at the martial arts gym."

"Right?" Ye Miyue thought it over. Compared to those embarrassing outfits he'd listed, this was worth considering.

"I can wear whatever I want?" Ye Miyue confirmed. Wang Xian nodded with a perfectly serious expression, putting on an air of "whatever you like." Only then did Ye Miyue softly murmur agreement. After all, what to wear was her own decision. When the time came, she'd just wear more layers... No problem. Wang Xian watched Ye Miyue's adorable expression and laughed inwardly. Child. Once you're at my house, what you wear won't be up to you anymore! ➤ Next: Street-Side Challenge — Words Unspoken