I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 477 Teacher Zhao, I've Offended You (46)

After half a month apart, Tianyuan seems to have completely changed.

The snow and wind that were just an illusion before have become real here. The cold wind blows like a cold knife, and soon frostbite will appear on your face.

Many houses were demolished, and houses made of wood and weeds appeared like mushrooms after the rain, scattered among the houses in Tianyuan.

Many places have been transformed into wheat fields, and some cold-resistant medicinal herbs have been unearthed and diligently planted in the fields, awaiting the day of harvest.

The former residents transformed the surrounding area into farmland. They frantically cleared land everywhere, turning most of Tianyuan into farmland, and then began planting.

Looking around at the scene, Wang Chuyun said in confusion, "It's only been a few days, but why does it feel like several years have passed here?"

"Perhaps several years have really passed. The calamity is like a super-large dream, and the flow inside should be faster than outside. Let's find Teacher Zhao and the others as soon as possible; hopefully, Teacher Zhao has a solution."

"Hmm. Legend has it that Teacher Zhao once single-handedly killed an evil god. Teacher Zhao will definitely have a way."

Looking at Wang Chuyun, Chen Yu said with a smile, "Although I also feel that Teacher Zhao is omnipotent, the story of slaying the evil god should be something Xi Tianlu made up."

"But this is what the evil god within me said."

"...It must be joking, right? Tell me, it's a joke, right?"

Confused, Chen Yu walked into the school and told Wang Chuyun to wait in Puppet Type 8, while he left Puppet Type 8 and entered the Sports High School.

The night market that used to be on the open space is gone, replaced by vast stretches of farmland. The former night market vendors are now diligently farming here, seemingly oblivious to the world around them.

However, they still retained their basic human decency. Seeing Chen Yu approach, one of the shop owners raised his hand and greeted him warmly, "Isn't this Mr. Chen? Have you eaten yet? If you haven't had a bite, come and grab a bite here!"

"Boss, your dialect is really fluent."

"Of course! It's been years, and Mr. Chen still looks so young. What brings you back this time? Do you have a place to stay? If not, you can stay at my place! I'll have your sister-in-law make dumplings right away!"

"Thanks very much... No! Stop talking to me, I almost got confused."

He left immediately, only to find that the aura of the calamity was becoming increasingly terrifying.

We had only chatted for a couple of minutes when I actually saw an old farmer from the countryside. I, on the other hand, am a handsome young man who has been away from home and is now preparing to come back to farm.

If I don't wake up soon, I'll really have to go back to the other person, eat noodle soup, sleep on the kang (heated brick bed), cut paper flowers, paste couplets, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and make dumplings.

Then, as for the wife, they got a bicycle, sewing machine, and radio set, and their life together became quite prosperous.
Chen Yu punched himself hard, feeling the influence of the calamity growing stronger.

I almost got caught up in it again.

No wonder Zhuge Xingjun didn't want him to come here; the influence here is truly terrifying.

And it must be said, the illusion created by the calamity feels quite nice.

They have fields to cultivate and houses to sleep in; life is traditional but comfortable.

Furthermore, cultivators possess strong physical abilities, so even traditional farming methods are not too tiring for them.

While its efficiency cannot compare to current synthetic vegetables, it is still a good option.

Rather than...

He punched himself again, covered his mouth, and walked into the school. He immediately heard the sound of students reading aloud and Teacher Zhao's scolding.

The sound was like a signpost in a thick fog, a lighthouse at sea, a save point in a horror game, or a swift blade used to kill a minotaur, instantly putting one at ease.

As long as Teacher Zhao is still teaching, everything will be fine.

Chen Yu quickly jumped onto the wall and scurried across it like a gecko, soon sneaking into the classroom of Class 6, Grade 12.

Seeing his familiar classmates inside, Chen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, with Teacher Zhao here, everything is alright.

When Zhao Ziri saw Chen Yu on the podium, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chen Yu, "Chen Yu, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Sit down quickly, today we're going to talk about the temperature requirements and drainage methods for rice cultivation." "Teacher Zhao, wake up!"

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Ziri told Chen Yu to calm down: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I sensed the calamity when it struck. I originally wanted to ask for help, but time flows slowly here, and knowledge related to agriculture is particularly easy to absorb and master, so I decided to continue the lessons."

"This isn't class time!"

“Ma Daqiang can get a score of 60 in his labor class. If he works harder, his total score can reach 360, which would be enough for him to go to a junior college.”

Chen Yu immediately turned his head and looked at Ma Daqiang.

Upon hearing his name called, Ma Daqiang raised his head, his eyes shining brightly with intelligence.

Looking at Chen Yu, he said earnestly, "Godfather, I finally know the joy of studying. I want to continue studying, I want to go to university."

Covering his mouth, Chen Yu deeply empathized with Zhao Ziri.

It's truly unbelievable that Ma Daqiang could utter such an inspiring voice.

If I were Zhao Ziri, I wouldn't want to leave either.

Wiping away his tears, Chen Yu almost sat down to listen to the lecture, but reason told him that this was still not right.

Zhao Ziri is actually in trouble too!

Approaching Zhao Ziri, Chen Yu clasped his hands in a respectful greeting and said, "Teacher Zhao, my apologies."

Zhao Ziri understood what was going on and cupped his hands, saying, "Indeed, I seem to be in trouble too. Chen Yu, please wake me up."

Then, more than a dozen drones were instantly materialized, each drone attached to a magic sword, whose sword light was fully charged.

Then, the dazzling sword light flashed and directly approached Zhao Ziri, but it was shattered by the opponent's protective aura.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yu's pupils dilated.

What a Zhao Ziri!

These sword lights are only 30% as powerful as normal, but their combined power is still considerable.

Unexpectedly, it couldn't even break through Zhao Ziri's protective aura.

After the attack, Chen Yu immediately activated the system's combat technique, instantly raising his body temperature to its maximum, making the air scorch.

With a punch that could tear apart a wall, Zhao Ziri caught it without even flinching.

"No way……"

Zhao Ziri released his grip, looked at the red mark on his palm, and smiled.

"You bastard Chen Yu, you actually managed to hurt me."

Without further ado, Zhao Ziri also threw a punch, but Chen Yu, who was hit, immediately turned into a cloud of mist and jumped out of the window, running wildly outside.

Just as Chen Yu was about to turn around and provoke him, he saw Zhao Ziri also jump out and rush towards him.

Each step the opponent took shook the earth, and his vital energy even began to burn, directly melting the surrounding snow.

His already tall body became even more imposing, and his bright red hands, like two giant dragons, reached out to grab Chen Yu.

"Chen Yu, it's class time now. Where are you going? Is my class really that boring?"

"Teacher Zhao, you've really gone mad! Wang Chuyun, go!"

The next moment, the iron fist of the Martial Armor Type 8 came straight at him, slamming Zhao Ziri hard into the ground.

Chen Yu immediately jumped into the Eighth Form of the Martial Armor and took over the control.

He loosened his wrists, immediately activated the Divine Power: Human-Machine Integration, and pushed the system's combat techniques to their limits. Countless fists rained down on Zhao Ziri.

(End of this chapter)