I picked up the scattered attributes

"What do you mean by 'how'? This is my Dao Platform, of course I can activate it whenever I want."

Feng Xia answered without thinking, then suddenly remembered something and quickly added, "Oh, right, sir, you must stand up for me! I was acting entirely in self-defense..."

Schoolteacher: "..."

Try saying "self-defense" again.

"Very well, since he provoked you first, I will forgive you this time. But if you use a deadly move against your classmate again next time..."

The schoolteacher's gaze suddenly turned incredibly sharp: "You should understand the consequences yourself!"

Feng Xia twitched the corners of his mouth and quickly put on a friendly smile: "You can rest assured about this matter. If we meet again next time, I should be able to take down this kid with just my fists. I definitely won't use any killing moves again."

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that there were many other people present, he probably would have already burst out laughing.

After he knocked the boy down, four orbs of light fell from the boy's body.

[Fragmented Star River Spirit] ×1.

[Fragment of "Celestial Pattern Divine Embryo Technique"] ×1.

[Swordsmanship Talent] ×1.

[Fist Technique Talent] ×1.

Damn it, next time I'll use your talent to beat you up!

After hearing Feng Xia's words, the schoolteacher continued: "..."

Does his warning sound like that?!

"Very well, I know your family situation is special, and your anxiety is understandable. However, it's not an irreconcilable feud, and you are much older than him..."

As Feng Xia listened, a sudden thought struck her.

Judging from these words, it seems that in the teacher's eyes, he is not "Feng Xia", but has another image, another independent identity.

"Sir... what do you know?"

Feng Xia asked subconsciously.

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Chapter 0096

"I am but a scholar, and I cannot discern much."

Hearing Feng Xia's question, the teacher shook his head and sighed, "I have heard about your family's situation. I thought you had given up on yourself, but I did not expect that you had cultivated to this level in secret."

A smile appeared on his ordinary face as he said, "I am very pleased that you have not continued to degenerate, but you must always remember this..."

The teacher went on and on, and Feng Xia didn't interrupt, but listened patiently the whole time.

The other students in the classroom did not show much surprise, as if they were already used to such things.

"That's it, that's it..."

As Feng Xia listened, she finally came to a general idea of ​​her current situation.

After he entered the abandoned classroom, it seemed as if he had entered another time and space. However, whether what he was experiencing was just a replay of a certain history or a special illusion, Feng Xia had no idea for the time being.

Furthermore, when he was in this classroom, his identity was not Feng Xia, but a young man who was already twenty-three years old but still had not graduated from this elementary school for supernatural beings.

The young man originally came from a very well-off family, a wealthy one at that. However, a disaster struck, not only causing his cultivation to vanish, but also nearly killing off all his relatives and friends!

Since then, the young man has been in a slump and has not recovered to this day.

"In addition, there is something else that I am quite concerned about..."

Feng Xia sat back down, listening to the teacher's explanation of the cultivation technique while recalling what she had just heard: "Outside this elementary school, a war has been raging for a hundred years. The Heavenly Pattern Kingdom's ruler is leading his people against another great world, but in recent years, the news from the front lines has become increasingly dire..."

Heavenly Pattern Kingdom Lord!

Big world!

Several unfamiliar terms instantly brought many things to Feng Xia's mind.

"Some key information is still missing, so we can't fully reconstruct the whole picture." Feng Xia frowned slightly. "I wonder if asking directly might have any negative consequences..."

Fortunately, Fengxia's attention was gradually drawn to the teacher's lessons.

Even Feng Xia had to admit that this teacher was indeed a good teacher.

Although the old ancestor Chen Hai was very good to him back then, while the old ancestor was powerful, he was not a good teacher and his education was entirely based on rote learning.

"Fortunately, I am exceptionally talented, otherwise, I might not have been able to learn Ancestor Chenhai's techniques."

Feng Xia sighed for no apparent reason.

In comparison, this teacher's teaching was profound yet easy to understand. Even though it was Feng Xia's first time attending his class, she was quickly drawn into the content of his lecture!

The boy had also woken up, his face dark and his arms crossed over his chest, his expression practically screaming "I'm not happy."

Clang, clang, clang—

After an unknown amount of time, a melodious bell suddenly rang out.

The bell tolled, high and low, as if carrying endless sorrow and longing, capable of waking those lost in dreams. At the same time, Feng Xia heard the schoolteacher's words:

"That's all for today's class. Everyone, please take a good rest."

Swah——

Feng Xia reached out and grabbed at empty air.

He stared blankly at the empty classroom. The desks and chairs around him were still neatly arranged, but they looked much more dilapidated than before. The sunlight reflected off the windows made everything in front of him seem somewhat unreal.

"Am I... back?"

Feng Xia blinked, a sudden realization dawning on her.

But a lingering sense of unease remained in his mind: "What on earth am I doing? Am I dreaming back to my elementary school days?"

Was it Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi?

Feng Xia looked down at the book in her hand.

The text on the book cover remained unchanged, and... he still couldn't understand it.

"Damn, I dreamt I became a great scholar, but when I woke up I found I was still illiterate." Feng Xia couldn't help but complain on the spot.

This time, however, he learned the origin of these words:

The common script of the Celestial Kingdom!

"A-Xia? What are you doing? Why aren't you moving?"

Zhu Youniang's voice came from outside the classroom, interrupting Feng Xia's thoughts: "Do I need to do it myself?"

"No, no, You Niang, you don't need to come in yet."

Feng Xia quickly waved his hand and replied loudly, "Just pull me out later!"

He grabbed a large stack of books and put them away, flicked the white silk at his waist, and suddenly a force came through, dragging Feng Xia away from the classroom.

The situation in this classroom is quite bizarre. Before fully understanding how it works, Feng Xia doesn't plan to let anyone else in.

"So, what's inside the classroom?"

As soon as they left the building, Zhu Youniang started chattering: "I saw you standing there for a while without moving, but just when I was about to do it myself, you suddenly started moving again."

"I just saw some people. Oh, by the way, you said I stood there without moving?" Feng Xia turned her head and asked curiously, "How long did I stand there in total?"

If his body didn't move, then only his consciousness, or rather his soul, left before.

Upon hearing Feng Xia's question, the girl frowned slightly: "How long do you mean..."

She held up one hand and gestured a few times:

"About this long."

Feng Xia's eye twitched immediately: "How long is 'long'?!"

He almost forgot that although this world also had timekeeping tools, Zhu Youniang, who was originally a beast without intelligence and had only recently taken human form, probably didn't even have a clear concept of time, let alone timekeeping tools!

Her sense of time is probably basically equivalent to the Grand Elder's eyesight...

"Hmm...you asked how long this is..."

Zhu Youniang's brows furrowed again. The girl crossed her arms and paced back and forth a few steps. Suddenly, she realized something and excitedly grabbed Feng Xia's hand.

"Asha, you count them yourself!"

The girl grasped Feng Xia's right palm with both hands and pressed it against her chest, creating the shape of five fingers that were dented.

A soft, warm touch spread through his palm, and as Feng Xia was slightly taken aback, he also heard the girl's silvery laughter:

"When you count to one hundred, it's roughly that long."

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Chapter 0097

The ancient street was deserted and the atmosphere was quite quiet.

Zhu Youniang's movements were so sudden that even Feng Xia was stunned for a long time before she clenched her fingers tightly. In an instant, the soft sensation almost overflowed.