Chapter 6: Nebula School Wen Zhiyu: You only went to school for half an hour and...

Xie Tingyu fled without any psychological burden, but tossed and turned in the night. He simply got up and continued to heal his wounds, tormenting him for the entire night.

The next day, I opened the door with dark circles under my eyes and felt exhausted.

With a gentle smile, "Junior sister, have you not slept all night?"

"I slept, but not completely."

After saying that, Xie Tingyu held his shoulders, hugged Tianxing Chixiao, and followed closely.

"The Xingyun Academy has existed since the founding of Xuanyuntian. It spans the critical period for new disciples to consolidate their spell skills and lay a solid foundation. The Lower Xingyuan is for young disciples who are cultivating, while the Upper Xingyuan is for those who are cultivating."

"If you want to enter Shangxing Academy early, you need to challenge the disciples of Shangxing Academy. If you meet the requirements, you can also make an exception and receive an income."

Wen Zhiyu walked two steps ahead, wearing a blue corseted dress and a high ponytail tied with a golden crown. She looked a little different from the gentle demeanor she usually displayed to outsiders.

He was explaining and introducing all the way.

Xie Tingyu listened to it with one ear and out the other, and fell asleep, as if he was back in high school.

Until the person in front suddenly stopped, Xie Tingyu almost bumped into his back.

She stood up, looked up at Wen Zhiyu, and said in a dazed voice, "Are we here?"

"I'll take you here. The school will be for three hours a day. I'll pick you up after school." Wen Zhiyu nodded to the two people on the steps not far away, then turned his head and instructed her.

"Go ahead, go ahead. I can do it alone."

Wen Zhiyu was smiling, but Xie Tingyu saw sarcasm in his eyes. She sneered and rolled her eyes in response.

"Do you really think you are my child? Do I need you to pick him up?" Xie Tingyu took a few steps forward. The two men were wearing blue and white robes, and their hair was half-tied up with wooden hairpins.

Seeing Xie Tingyu approaching, he smiled and said, "I am Lu Jue, the numerology instructor of the Lower Star Court of Xingyun Academy, and he is Wang Xiao, the spell instructor. Outside, we are your senior brothers, but inside the academy, you have to call us teachers."

"Teacher Lu Jue, Teacher Wang Xiao." Xie Tingyu greeted them one by one.

When she turned around again, Wen Zhiyu had disappeared, and she didn't know when he left.

Xie Tingyu shrugged and followed the two men into the school.

As soon as she stepped into the corridor outside the school, Xie Tingyu noticed that many eyes were fixed on her, as if they wanted to uncover her thoughts.

Most of them were out of curiosity, but there were also a few hidden, malicious glances.

"They are mostly curious about the sword in your hand. As for the rest, you have to figure it out yourself."

[The mouth is on other people's body. We can't control what they want to say or do. If you don't agree, you can do it yourself.]

Xie Tingyu knew what was going on. Didn't they just turn a blind eye to the fighting in the school? Didn't they just say that she was too weak and being bullied was inevitable?

What is this?

She is the little tyrant of the ghost house.

"I got this sword by my own ability, and my identity was given to me by my master. Why don't they go to my master and ask him why he accepted me?"

Lu Jue coughed and said, "That's what he said, but Yunheng Sword Master is famous, and these disciples dare not look for him no matter how brave they are. What's more, we can't even see him."

Xie Tingyu snorted coldly and stopped talking.

When she was silent, her face was cold and elegant, with a bright cinnabar spot between her eyebrows, which made her look a bit cold and aloof.

Lu Jue brought her to a school. There were green bamboos planted on both sides of the door. The environment was quiet and peaceful, and the sound of reading could be heard from inside.

Help! It’s the seventeenth year since I traveled through the book and I’m back to school.

Xie Tingyu stared at the door and frowned, "Do I have to go to this school?"

Lu Jue just smiled, took out a black and gold plate from his sleeve and handed it over.

Xie Tingyu took it casually. It was a palm-sized wooden sign with the name on the front and "Nebula Academy" on the back. There seemed to be some small magic circle inside to prevent damage, but there was nothing special about it.

"The next class is about spells. There will be a half-hour break in the middle. Let instructor Wang Xiao come and take you in later. Remember, don't cause trouble in the school." Lu Jue patted his long sleeves and said with a smile.

Xie Tingyu threw the name tag up and then held it in her palm.

Wang Xiao nodded, said "I'll go back and get the collection of spell lectures", and left with Lu Jue.

After the two men left, the originally quiet school erupted into a commotion, and many disciples walked out of the school.

Xie Tingyu stared at the yellow-haired boy who suddenly appeared and whose eyes lit up when he saw her.

The yellow-haired young man stood next to a solitary purple bamboo, with a few disciples following him, standing two steps behind him.

Of course, this light is not curiosity or surprise, but a desire to try.

"Are you the one who is lucky enough to get Tianxing Chixiao?" An arrogant voice rang out from the mouth of the yellow-haired young man.

[Are you worthy of the sword?]

Xie Tingyu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "See, this is the necessary supporting character provoking the plot in the novel, and I am the useless protagonist who is provoked!"

"Then I jumped up and hit her in the face, and the whole audience was like, 'Is she that strong?'"

[Host comes back to his senses, your supporting character has become warm]

The blond boy noticed that Xie Tingyu's eyes were wandering, as if he was in a trance, and he immediately shouted, "What do you mean? Are you ignoring me?"

"No, who are you?" Xie Tingyu looked at him coldly.

A pair of cold peach blossom eyes are particularly sarcastic.

The blond boy did not move, but raised his hand to wipe his hair. "I am Ximen Huairen. As long as you kowtow and apologize to me, I can forgive your sin of ignoring me."

"Do all the supporting characters nowadays get straight to the point right away? That's too fast, didn't I offend him?" Xie Tingyu asked the system in his heart, "Did you lower his intelligence?"

[I am just a synonym conversion system, specializing in synonym translation, how can I be so stupid?]

Xie Tingyu seemed to hear a sense of impotence and rage in the system voice.

She scratched her hair and felt a headache facing the blond boy in front of her.

While Xie was listening to the Yuhe system, the blond boy Ximen Huairen tilted his head and listened to the whisper of a skinny boy next to him, his eyes widened.

A luxurious long sword appeared in his hand, "Since you won't apologize, I can only beat you until you apologize."

After Ximen Huairen finished speaking, several students in the school spoke up.

"The Second Young Master is angry, why don't you apologize to him?"

"Don't think that you can walk around Xingyun Academy just because you are Yunheng Sword Master's disciple. He has no control over the disciples' sparring here."

Of course there were people who tried to maneuver, but their voices were too quiet and were drowned out by the voices of Ximen Huairen's disciples.

There wasn't even a wave.

Xie Tingyu raised her eyes, and Tianxing Chixiao, who was in her arms, trembled slightly. She tapped him lightly with her fingers, as if to comfort him.

The cold words came out, "I'm so sorry, my master is Yunheng Sword Master, which is something you dare not even dream of, but do you think I really have to rely on my master for everything?"

"Do you think that you can bully me as you please, just because I'm a mortal? What's wrong with the second generation of cultivators? Did your parents cultivate your abilities in you when you were born? So you don't need to practice anymore?"

"Are you jealous that I have Tianxing Chixiao? I'll give it to you." After Xie Tingyu finished speaking, he threw the sword in his arms.

Flying straight towards Ximen Huairen.

The blond young man was slightly stunned, and the proud expression on his face froze in an instant.

The flying red light suddenly stopped when it was about to approach him, and quickly turned its head and threw itself into Xie Tingyu's arms.

He was rejected by Tianxing Chixiao again.

Ximen Huairen's eyes turned red and he roared, "You deserve to die. How can you subdue Tianxing Chixiao? How can you do that?"

The sword in his hand chopped away consciously.

Facing Xie Tingyu's direction.

Tianxing Chixiao leaped in front of Xie Tingyu, and the powerful red sword energy easily dissolved Ximen Huairen's attack.

Xie Tingyu didn't expect that Ximen Huairen didn't stop, but continued to attack, one sword after another, like a madman.

Even the disciples following Ximen Huairen looked at each other and quickly retreated.

"This is my ability, if you have the guts, ask it." Xie Tingyu looked indifferent, and she didn't move a step from beginning to end, until Ximen Huairen yelled at her, even saying that she only dared to hide behind the sword.

Xie Tingyu was speechless. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword. Tianxing Chixiao was unsheathed, and a red thread in the sword was like a slowly flowing river of blood, filled with violence.

"I am Xie Tingyu, the third disciple of Master Yunheng Jianzun. Please teach me."

"Is she crazy? Judging from her aura, she looks like a young man in the second heaven. Senior Brother Ximen is already in the seventh heaven."

"She doesn't think she can challenge a higher level, does she? Even if she has the magic sword, it still depends on her own strength.

"You are not afraid of losing face. After all, you are the direct disciple of Yunheng Sword Master."

"It's too impatient to fight now. If you practice for a while longer, you may have a better chance of winning."

When everyone was pessimistic about Xie Tingyu, someone quietly raised his hand in the corner. He was not very tall and his voice was soft, "Well, do you have to fight here? What if you damage the purple bamboo that Mr. likes the most?"

Ximen Huairen sneered, with a look of confidence in his eyes, and said with disdain, "No need, it won't cause much trouble."

System: [How can such a weak player achieve anything?]

"Yeah, not that big of a wave—" Xie Tingyu dodged for a moment, "I'll let you have one move."

Ximen Huairen laughed loudly. "You are too arrogant. Do you think that you can get a reputation of being courteous after losing?"

Having said that, Ximen Huairen did not hesitate. He put two fingers together and performed a secret technique, and the young man's strength of the seventh level of Yu was undoubtedly revealed.

Several disciples casually set up a barrier around themselves and prepared to watch the show.

Only the young man in the corner squeezed out from the crowd and set up several layers of barriers against the only purple bamboo.

Xie Tingyu doesn't know how to use swords, not at all.

Wen Zhi only read half of the Gui Yu Heart Sutra written by her master the night before before falling asleep. It can be said that she is really weak.

This is why you should let your opponent strike first.

Although Ximen Huairen is arrogant, at least he has the capital to be arrogant.

The surging sword energy rushed up into the sky, wrapped around the bamboo leaves on the ground, and flew towards them.

The distance was not far, and it could be said that it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Xie Tingyu was hit hard, and the flesh on his shoulder was torn apart quickly, staining half of his body red with blood.

At the same time, cold ghost energy surged out from Dantian and quickly spread throughout the body.

This reckless fighting style made all the disciples present frown.

"That's too much, Senior Brother Ximen. She is only in the Second Heaven..."

Ximen Huairen said nothing, his eyes were bloodshot.

A slender figure was reflected in his eyes, and that figure raised his hand and swung the sword to chop down.

A powerful force poured out from Xie Tingyu's body, and Ximen Huairen was shocked. An irresistible idea actually came into his mind.

The red sword light slashed across his body and penetrated his flesh. The red sword energy was as blazing as fire and icy cold to the bone.

Xie Tingyu's voice echoed back, and it seemed a little angry, "Did I provoke you?"

"Plop", the book in Wen Zhiyu's hand slipped and a sharp pain came from his shoulder. He frowned slightly and looked up in the direction of Nebula Academy.

"Thank you, Tingyu. It's a shame that I will see you again in less than half an hour."