The skinny boy Zhao Xiaotian’s face turned red, and he appeared somewhat at a loss.
In the past, in the class, Zhao Xiaotian had been beaten up by Shorty Zhou Qiang and had also been slapped in the ear twice by Xu Renjie, so today, when Leng Xuan hit Zhou Qiang, it was really a big relief for him. That’s why he felt so grateful and admiring toward Leng Xuan, and it spurred him to speak up on his behalf.
Glancing at Leng Xuan with a sarcastic look, Wang Fajiu said, "Alright, pay more attention next time. Everyone take your seats, take out your textbooks, and turn to page 91. Today we’re going to discuss the series of physiological and psychological changes a man experiences when he sees a woman..."
Leng Xuan was slightly stunned, thinking, ’Indeed, in a big city, they even have classes like this.’
He had only completed elementary school before, and although he had also studied a similar subject in the military, the instructor there was a famously taciturn man who would blush like Guan Gong whenever he mentioned erections or the physiological changes in women during certain times; he would gloss over it without delving into detail. But now, Wang Fajiu spoke boldly and almost without taboo, and judging by the reactions of the classmates, they appeared to be quite accustomed to it, so nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
After taking his seat, Leng Xuan casually listened before earnestly studying the Silver Needle again, as after all, his true purpose in coming to school wasn’t to study but to protect the young miss.
Because this Silver Needle wasn’t a Life-bound Magic Treasure that could only be used by its owner, it greatly interested him. He knew that if a Cultivator had a Magical Treasure, they could use their True Qi to command the treasure to injure their enemies during a fight, with the range depending on the depth of their Cultivation Level.
In ancient times, Cultivation had eleven realms, namely Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Fusion, Heart Movement, Spirit Tranquility, Nascent Soul, Out-of-Body, Spirit Severing, Merging, Tribulation Passing, and Mahayana. When a Cultivator reached the Heart Movement phase, they could not only fly with swords but also take their enemy’s life from a thousand miles away. Of course, that was just a legend, and whether it was as mystical as the rumors suggested was unknown to anyone.
If one were to judge by Cultivation levels, Leng Xuan was currently at the Late Core Formation phase only, and Sword Flight required reaching the Heart Movement phase, so for now, he could only use True Qi to manipulate objects.
In his opinion, the person who attacked with the flying needle today probably had a Cultivation Level in the Initial Phase of Core Formation, which was why he couldn’t retrieve the Silver Needle after releasing it.
But after studying for one class period, Leng Xuan managed to send the flying needle out nearly ten meters before having it automatically fly back to his hand, which pleasantly surprised him. He silently thanked the mysterious novice Cultivator who had appeared that day. After all, the other party had given him a ready-made Magical Treasure; if he had to cultivate it himself, it would have taken at least a year and a half to imbue even a trace of Spiritual Energy into the treasure.
During the biology class, Li Mengjie was sneakily paying attention to Leng Xuan’s actions and noticed that this guy had been studying a broken needle for the entire class, which piqued her curiosity. Just as the class ended and she was about to go ask him about it, she saw Zhao Xiaotian approach Leng Xuan and start chatting with him, so she had to dismiss her curiosity.
"Brother Xuan, what is that thing you’re holding?" greeted Zhao Xiaotian.
"A needle," replied Leng Xuan, giving Zhao Xiaotian a glance. He could tell from his expression that he wanted to befriend him, so he smiled back.
Zhao Xiaotian nearly fainted; his eyes weren’t blind, of course he knew it was a needle. It just seemed like a very special needle with some designs on it, definitely not an ordinary Silver Needle. But Zhao Xiaotian wasn’t trying to pry into these matters; he just wanted to chat and get to know Leng Xuan a bit, so he said with a laugh, "My name is Zhao Xiaotian, Brother Xuan. You really made everyone’s day by hitting Zhou Qiang. You know, that guy is the worst, he always bullies our classmates."
"Boom" Suddenly, a loud noise rang out, and the classroom door was smashed open by a basketball. Then in walked a tall and handsome boy in sportswear, his hair standing on end and eyes gleaming with sharp, aggressive pride.