?15: 015: Late 15: 015: Late It was past one in the morning, and everyone in the dormitory was fast asleep when three figures with sticks used their phone lights to sneak inside.

    Ever since they were taught a lesson by Tang Feng, they couldn’t swallow their pride.

    Finding a place to catch their breath, they immediately grabbed their weapons and returned, determined to retaliate.

    “Smash!” The three raised their sticks to strike Tang Feng.

    Crack!

    There was no cry of pain, just the sound of the stick breaking in two.

    At that moment, the lights turned on, and several others in the dorm woke up, “Su Wudong, what are you trying to do?”

    “None of your damn business, get out of here,” Su Wudong glared at the student who had spoken and ran out of the dorm first.

    Suddenly, before their eyes, Tang Feng blocked the doorway.

    “Since you’re back, don’t bother leaving.” Tang Feng said with a cold smile as the two other students kneeled down with a thud.

    “Tang Feng, it wasn’t our idea, it was all Su Wudong.

    If we didn’t listen to him, we’d have been miserable,” said Su Wudong’s closest lackey decisively abandoning him in this critical moment.

    “Su Wudong, what do you think about this scene?” Tang Feng didn’t take such people seriously.

    To put it bluntly, he felt it was a waste of time.

    “I’ll abolish you,” Su Wudong turned and attacked the two behind him; he could not tolerate betrayal.

    “Su Wudong, we’ve put up with you for a long time.” To avoid offending Tang Feng, they struck fiercely, and the three fought violently, with the others in the dorm exchanging glances that carried mutual wariness.

    The change in Tang Feng was too significant; he seemed like a different person compared to before.

    The contrast was so vast that people hardly dared to speak, realizing how terrifyingly decisive and ruthless he could be when he took action.

    “Why are you guys fighting?” The scuffle between Su Wudong and the two had finally irritated the adjacent dorm, and while they dared not mess with Su Wudong’s authority, they were still capable of stabbing him in the back.

    Right then, a school administrator on patrol caught them red-handed—this would mean a major demerit and loss of academic points.

    “Names!” This administrator was notoriously unyielding, and unless someone had solid backing, they were going to lose points.

    What unfortunate souls.

    These three were known for bullying others, even their dormmates lacked sympathy for them, and it was, simply put, self-inflicted.

    “Teacher, he beat us,” Su Wudong obviously tried to set Tang Feng up.

    “He?

    Do you think I’m an idiot?

    Tang Feng, why didn’t you rest for a few more days?”

    What the administrator said had the dorm mates taken aback, apparently the two knew each other.

    It seemed it was those three lads’ turn to be unlucky.

    “Teacher Liao, I’m fine now, thank you for your concern.” Being in his fifties, Elder Liao held a memory of Tang Feng.

    An incident from July of that year when Elder Liao suffered heatstroke and collapsed on a garden path came to mind.

    Fortunately, Tang Feng happened to pass by and saved his life.

    Tang Feng hadn’t paid it much mind, but the old man had always remembered.

    Right or wrong, he was determined to help Tang Feng, something Su Wudong and the others could never have known.

    “Get some rest now, and if you need anything in the future, feel free to find me.” It was clear to anyone with eyes what this meant—going forward, Tang Feng had the administrator’s backing.

    Never underestimate this administrator; even the school’s principal had to address him as Elder Liao.

    No other teacher seemed to dare show him disrespect, he was quite a mystery.

    Every demerit he issued was upheld, affecting even the children of some school board members who had erred, with no exceptions.

    The extent of his power was something many of the students understood to some degree.

    The more mischievous students were well aware of which teachers held power, and Su Wudong’s cringing behavior served to underscore the magnitude of Old Liao’s authority.

    With downcast faces, Su Wudong and the others were bitterly dejected.

    Not only were they hurt, but they also had points deducted—affecting their university prospects.

    All they could do was look at Tang Feng with fury, transferring their hatred onto him.

    But as Tang Feng took a step forward, the three hurriedly moved aside; their conditioned reflex elicited laughter from the other students, a sight not often seen.

    “Laugh it up, but don’t you cry later,” Su Wudong scoffed, and the dormitory immediately fell silent.

    “Su Wudong, if you dare say another word, do you believe I won’t allow you to utter a single word ever again?” Tang Feng turned around, and Su Wudong was so frightened he fell onto Tang Feng’s bed.

    No one expected such a debacle.

    “Tang Feng, that’s about enough,” said Rao Weisheng, whose heart wasn’t too bad.

    He’d helped Tang Feng before, and now he was speaking up for Su Wudong.

    The reason was simple: they were classmates, always in each other’s presence.

    There was no need for such a rigid falling out.

    “Mind your own business,” mumbled Chen Xiaozhi.

    Rao Weisheng glanced at Chen Xiaozhi and said no more, seeming somewhat concerned about his classmates’ opinions.

    However, Tang Feng stared deeply at Rao Weisheng.

    Some things the former self had not noticed, but the current Tang Feng had lived through tens of thousands of years, and those little tricks couldn’t fool him.

    Some people just like to go wherever the wind blows them.

    In the Cultivation World, such people are extremely dangerous.

    On the surface, they call you brother, but behind your back, they can screw their own siblings over.

    Benefits and interests are what they truly desire.

    Trying to please oneself, yet afraid of offending Su Wudong.

    Such people are not worth befriending; he had really misjudged before.

    Su Wudong and his two classmates were now afraid of Tang Feng; even a club-like stick could be broken by him.

    If it were a human arm, wouldn’t it be snapped into several pieces?

    With these thoughts, they went completely silent.

    Without a word through the night, Tang Feng woke up to find that he was the only one left in the dormitory; the other roommates were gone.

    He checked the time, oh no, he had overslept.

    Tang Feng felt so frustrated, he quickly washed up and rushed to the classroom.

    On the stage, the English teacher was lecturing.

    When she saw Tang Feng, she paused slightly, almost forgetting that this student existed.

    “Stand outside for half an hour for being late,” she said coldly.

    Tang Feng hesitated, this woman indeed had some personality.

    “Report, Teacher, I didn’t have breakfast and my legs are weak,” he said.

    Ha ha ha.

    A burst of laughter erupted from the class, causing the English teacher’s face to fall.

    “Tang Feng, do you think the school is your house?” she asked.

    “No, technically it’s more like the teachers’ house,” replied Tang Feng, smiling.

    “Tang Feng, be serious.

    If you don’t want to attend my class, you can choose not to come in the future.”

    “Teacher, you underestimate your own charm.

    If the students didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have hurried over, running the risk of being punished.

    You know students can ask for leave anytime,” Tang Feng said, smiling.

    “Oh, it’s been a week, and not only has your mouth become sharper, but your courage has grown.

    Fine, I’ll let you off this time.” Being a woman, hearing Tang Feng speak of her charm, she naturally felt a bit pleased inside.

    “Alright, let’s continue with the class.”

    Tang Feng felt all his classmates’ gazes converging on him.

    With a slight smile and a nod, he acknowledged them.

    This simple gesture seemed incredibly suave in the eyes of his classmates, and even the teacher on the podium paused for a moment.

    He had completely changed; he was no longer timid, and he possessed a strong influence, even outshining his own teacher.

    The first class of Tang Feng’s life ended, feeling novel yet tedious.

    Such methods of learning were simply too tiring.

    Picking up a book and activating the Mystical Medical Heart Scripture, everything in the book played out in his mind like a movie, deeply imprinted in Tang Feng’s memory.

    One book after another, his peers were astonished, not understanding what Tang Feng was trying to do.

    Five minutes later, Tang Feng had mastered all the knowledge of the semester.

    It wasn’t merely a cursory read-through; he had comprehended it thoroughly.