Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Are the Titans the "Golden Blood" of the previous era? And will the "Golden Blood" of this era eventually become the "Titans" of the next era? Is this a cruel, cold, and endless cycle?

Or perhaps a darker speculation: Did the Titans... never truly 'die'? Did they merely exist in another form, lurking in the shadows?

The so-called "journey to the fire" is nothing more than an elaborate hoax that has lasted for countless epochs.

Is it the process by which the Titans, in order to prolong their own decaying yet unwilling-to-die "existence," constantly seek out, parasitize, and ultimately devour the most powerful Golden-blooded bodies that carry their "spark"?

At that moment, Xia suddenly clutched his chest, as if he had been struck hard by an invisible hammer! He staggered back a step, his back slamming heavily against the cold stone railing.

The biting cold seeped through his clothes, but it was nothing compared to the chilling fear that froze his soul.

The excitement and ecstasy that should have come from uncovering the "truth" were swallowed up instantly by the even larger, deeper, and more despairing darkness that followed, before they could even stir a ripple in his heart!

No...no...I can't think about this anymore! Daydreaming! This is all baseless daydreaming!

Daydreaming is pointless! It only drags people into the quagmire of despair! Practice! Only practice! Is the sole criterion for testing truth!

At that moment, the confusion and fear in Xia's eyes receded like the tide, replaced by an almost obsessive determination burning with a resolute flame.

He had to act! He had to find evidence! Whether it was to prove the existence of this dark cycle or to completely shatter this suffocating conjecture!

At that moment, Xia took one last deep look at the endless sea of ​​clouds surging below and the dawn machine in the distance. The dark scene that seemed to devour everything was deeply imprinted in his heart.

He turned abruptly, his black robe billowing, and strode away from the terrace toward his private study.

The sages of the School of Wise Seeds have embarked on a thorny path in pursuit of something that could overturn the world's understanding, even if that "truth" itself is the deepest darkness.

“Professor, this is the seventh time!” Feng Jin stood outside Na Kexia’s research room.

"Even if you don't want to teach, you should still send the materials to the students in advance...!"

The lab door suddenly opened, and Xia stepped out, showing none of the expected exhaustion, dark circles, or deep-seated madness. It was as if Xia had simply entered the lab as usual and then skipped two weeks within it.

“Yacintes, your stubbornness is really something… Never mind. Let’s go, let me give my students one last lesson.”

"...This concludes your final lesson in the Tree Garden."

"From now on, you will all have your own paths to walk. How much help the knowledge you learn from me can provide depends entirely on your ability to comprehend it."

"However, I must warn you—if you ever do anything disrespectful in the future, never tell anyone that you are my students..."

"Hmm... but you could perhaps sign it as Aglaia."

Chapter 49, Xia Die: Hehe → No hehe.

Inside the lecture hall, as Na Kexia prepared to end this "last lesson," the atmosphere should have shifted towards a solemn or sentimental farewell.

However, when Xia turned to leave at that moment—

"Please wait a moment, Professor!" Feng Jin's clear and firm voice rang out. She stood up, her face showing the seriousness of a teaching assistant.

Xia stopped in her tracks and glanced at her with some impatience.

Feng Jin met his gaze without flinching, even slightly raising her chin: "According to the explicit provisions of Chapter 3, Section 7, Article 5 of the 'Shenwu Tree Garden Teaching Standards': At the end of the last formal class period of the course, the instructor shall—'have a heart-to-heart talk with the students about their ideals after graduation and guide them onto a proper path'."

Feng Jin gave a perfectly timed smile: "Professor, such an important part, which concerns the students' future development, cannot be missed, right?"

"Tch..." Xia clicked her tongue in extreme displeasure.

"Ms. Feng Jin, who is the teaching assistant... is really Teacher Xia's nemesis." Xia Die covered her mouth with a quill pen, her voice not too loud or too soft, but just loud enough for people nearby to hear, with a playful tone of watching the fun.

Xia clearly heard it at that moment. He glared at Xia Die, who immediately shrank back, but her shoulders were still twitching slightly.

He took a deep breath, as if he were trying his best to suppress something, and finally said in an almost resigned tone:

“…Ahem, okay.” He turned around and faced the students again, his face full of “trouble.”

"Since Assistant Coach Yacintes is so... 'dutiful' in demanding... let's go through this boring process."

“I saw that some people asked some questions last time... well, ‘original’,” Xia deliberately used a neutral word.

"Why don't you start, Bai Mo of the Elegant Pavilion—"

He called on Bai Mo's name, his tone suddenly becoming more serious, "Question: What is your ideal?"

"Huh? Me?" Bai Mo snapped out of his reverie, pointing at himself with an expression of disbelief.

But immediately, he put on his signature grin.

"My ideal?" He started counting on his fingers, looking quite serious.

"First of all, I can sleep until I naturally wake up in the morning! Eight o'clock! Not a minute more or less! Then I get up full of energy and prepare a sumptuous breakfast for my sister Xilian and my silly brother."

He paused, ignoring the glare Bai E gave him, and continued counting on his second finger:

"Next, of course, you have to be on time for class at Tree Garden! Find a good spot, sit down comfortably, and then—"

He drawled out his words, glancing mischievously at the podium, "I admire the magnificent 'debate' that Bai Er and our beloved Professor Anaxagoras put on in class! That scene... is absolutely my daily sustenance!"

"Hehe..." Xia Die couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, and quickly lowered her head to pretend to take notes.

Bai Mo seemed oblivious to Xia's dark expression at that moment, and continued to crack the third finger, his voice even more "excited":

"The moment the bell rings, immediately! Right now! Find that 'mysterious author' as quickly as possible! Urge them to update! We must relentlessly push them to update!"

When will the next chapter of "My Professor Can't Be This Arrogant" be released?! And what about "A Thousand Stories About a Gentle Teaching Assistant and a Cold Mentor"?! Stopping updates will be a sin against the gods!

As soon as he finished speaking, a barely suppressed commotion and whispers erupted in the lecture hall:

"Oh my god! 'The Arrogant Professor'? I'm watching it too!"

"A Thousand Stories? Teaching Assistant Feng Jin and Professor Na Ke Xia? Hmm... this title..."

Shh! Don't tell anyone!

"Bai Mo knows who the author is?!"

"Really? I want to urge for more updates too! Writer's block is so painful!"

"..." The smile on Xia Die's face vanished instantly.

"After that, of course, it's time for the important business! Using my 'Hundred Realms Gate,' I'll transport a batch of freshly cooked, fragrant food from the Golden Grand Hotel to the Tree Garden!"

Just lay it out in front of your hungry classmates—hehe, those Liheng coins will flow right into your pockets! Make a killing!

"This afternoon..." Bai Mo was about to count his fifth finger when...

"Stop—!!!" At that moment, Xia finally lost her temper and interrupted him, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Bai Mo! I'm asking you! What! Your! Ideal! Is!!"

He practically gritted his teeth, shouting each word with gusto, "I'm not here to give you a detailed report on how your day went!!!"

Bai Mo blinked, looking both innocent and self-assured, even proudly puffing out his chest: "Yes! Professor! This is my ideal!"

"Ha... So your ideal is to sit like a salted fish all day? Utterly worthless! Negative marks! Next!"

His gaze fell upon Bai E, carrying a scrutinizing air that seemed to say, "I'd like to see what other nonsense you Ai Li Mi Xie brothers can spout."

"And you? Bai E of Ai Li Mi Xie! What are your ideals? You're not like Bai Mo, just loafing around, watching people argue, and urging them to update some random novel, are you?!"

“Well… I wouldn’t call it an ideal. All I want to do is protect everyone I care about…” Bai E was interrupted by Na Ke Xia before he could finish speaking.

"I see, you want to be a hero. An extremely boring answer, but better than Bai Mo's. Zero points! Next!" Xia Bo commented bluntly.

“Uh, I didn’t say that…” Bai E scratched his head.

“Heh…” This time, Xia Die only laughed halfway.

"Xia Die! You've been chuckling down there ever since, why don't you share the moment?" Xia turned to Xia Die.

“Hmm…? I… perhaps my answer is somewhat vague and meaningless, Professor Anaxagoras…”

"I hope this world can be free from the pain of death, and that everyone can live on forever." Xia Die immediately stopped giggling and answered honestly, even calling Xia by his full name.

"Naive...so naive it makes me want to cry over your fairy tales. And, Xia Die, what is your ideal?"

Don't treat my class like a wish-granting machine! You go sit at the same table as Bai Mo! Negative marks! Next! Xia's tone softened slightly at that moment, but her words were still sharp.

"I wish I had an endless supply of balance coins..."

"Negative marks! Get out!"

"I hope the senior from the Lotus Food School next door..."

"Zero points! Next!"

"Teacher Xia, please marry me!"

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"Not us? Get...get out of here?"

"See! That's why I don't want to refer to that outdated set of rules, because all I get are boring answers," Xia said, standing on the podium as calmly as possible.

Chapter 50 Bai Mo: Hagiwara, you actually did this to become a hero...

"Yacinthess—since the suggestion came from you, let's conclude with you—share your 'ideal' with everyone here, and let us see if your answer has any merit."

At that moment, Xia's gaze fell on Feng Jin, with a hint of scrutiny.

Feng Jin rose calmly, her face bearing its usual gentle grace, but a rare, almost sharp light flickered deep within her clear eyes. She slightly raised her chin, a firm and confident curve forming at the corner of her lips.

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"Finally, it's my turn..." she murmured, then her voice rang out clearly and steadily.

"Hehe, luckily I was prepared, so I won't be stumped—my ideal is to complete the final 'blank page' of the heroic epic."

"A blank page?" Xia's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly at that moment. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes revealing a genuine desire for exploration.

"That's an interesting point. Perhaps you could explain it a bit more, Teaching Assistant?"

Feng Jin met his gaze, her voice gentle yet containing an undeniable power:

"During my time studying in the Tree Garden, I read through the vast epic poems of heroes that circulated in Onphalus."

They are magnificent and inspiring, praising the power to move mountains and fill seas, the wisdom to pierce through the fog, and the sacrifice to end the darkness.

However, the more I read, the clearer a question became in my mind—”

"Almost every glorious epic ends with the achievements of heroes and the changing of the times."

Those grand narratives focus on the immense power that alters the course of the world, but few question: after the hero's brilliance illuminates the sky, how do the masses, bathed in that light, actually live their lives?

"The epic records how heroes cleaved through the chaos, but forgets whether the eyes of ordinary people were filled with hope or confusion when the first ray of sunlight shone on their faces after the chaos dissipated."

Epics celebrate heroes who ended the war, but neglect the hardships faced by civilians who lost their homes and families and had to rebuild their lives on the ruins after the smoke cleared.

The epic sings of heroes who ushered in a new era, but it makes no mention of the trivial yet real joys and sorrows, struggles and fights experienced by every ordinary soul in that new era.

“These,” Feng Jin’s voice carried a calm strength, “are those vast stretches of ‘blank pages’ in heroic epics, deliberately ignored or completely overshadowed by the brilliance of heroic deeds.”

"My ideal is to become the one who fills in these 'blank pages'."

I do not seek to write the legend of another hero; I only wish to record, in this era of 'universal sunshine' ushered in by heroes, the lives and brilliance of ordinary people—seemingly insignificant yet equally radiant, scattered like stars.

The lecture hall was completely silent.

Kaze Sumire's words are actually quite simple: when the sun rises, the stars in the sky are obscured by its light.

While the world sings the epic tales of heroes, what remains of those heroes' families and friends, the unsung heroes who sacrificed themselves, and the countless ordinary people swept up by the tides of time?

Their stories, their struggles, their resilience and glimmer of hope were overshadowed by the overwhelming brilliance of the heroes.

Therefore, what Feng Jin wants to do is become a recorder, a hero who writes history for ordinary life.

"Heh..." Bai Mo chuckled silently to himself, still not forgetting Feng Jin's fate in the story.

Ah… Hakimi, you always say you're just an ordinary person, a teaching assistant. But…

Human beings are as insignificant as grains of sand on the ground, yet as brilliant as stars in the sky.

When you make up your mind to do something at all costs—

You have already embarked on your own heroic journey.

Time flowed quietly through the days and nights in the treehouse. Ever since that unforgettable "last lesson," Professor Xia had never stepped out of the heavy doors of his research room again.

The lives of Bai'er, Bai Mo, and Xia Die continued amidst the lush branches of the classroom, library, and debates, until an urgent message from Ohma shattered this tranquility.

The communication stone slab at Bai'er's waist suddenly vibrated, and Lady Aglaia's calm but urgent voice came from it:

"Bai'e, Xia Die, my master has detected the presence of a large-scale conflict-ridden group in the outskirts of Ohma. The situation is urgent, return immediately."