Chapter 48: Showing Off Leads to Trouble

“Hey, you guys are really insulting my students, aren’t you?” Lin Fan put down his chopsticks and tilted his head, looking at the group.

Everyone knows how to show off, but in front of me, this just won’t do.

Although these thirteen students might be useless right now, with such a noble and great teacher, how could they remain unknown forever?

“What’s the matter? Do you have any objections?” A teacher sitting opposite Liu Qingfeng spoke up arrogantly.

Lin Fan glanced at him. He was also a fifth-stage先天 cultivator, his aura fierce and violent, seemingly having cultivated some technique that easily drove one into madness.

“Tiger Teacher, calm down. This newly arrived teacher from Class Ding probably doesn’t know the rules around here,” Liu Qingfeng said with a faint smile.

In the Xuan Huang World, the strong prey on the weak, and power reigns supreme. Especially in Tianfu Academy, the strong have absolute authority. Although Class Ding still exists in Tianfu Academy, to some teachers, it might as well not exist at all.

The daily number of students barely reaches half, practically a discarded class.

The main reason for this was the founder’s original idea: never give up on anyone. Even those with the worst talent, as long as they were willing to walk the path of martial cultivation, should be given the best education possible.

The current principal of Tianfu Academy still followed the founder’s philosophy, but had long since stopped paying attention to it.

“Rules? Hmph, I really don’t understand. Insulting my students is the same as insulting me. I’m not that forgiving a person,” Lin Fan said coldly.

“Teacher Lin, if you have any grievances, you can settle them on the academy’s martial arena. Arguing here is useless,” Liu Qingfeng replied with a smile.

The martial arena was a place in Tianfu Academy specifically designated for resolving conflicts through strength.

Private fights among students were strictly forbidden.

Of course, the main purpose of the martial arena was reserved for private conflicts between teachers and students.

Since the students were divided into four levels—A, B, C, and D—the conflicts among teachers had decreased significantly, but conflicts among students were still common.

“Fine, I’ll see you at the martial arena this afternoon. And not just you—there are three more of you. This afternoon, I’ll make sure you end up like this table here,” Lin Fan said lightly, running his hand gently across the dining table.

The “Flower-Brushing and Chrysanthemum-Feeling Hand” technique was instantly activated, his true energy seeping into the table.

Lin Fan stood up and walked outside without looking back. This afternoon, he was going to teach his second lesson to his thirteen students.

Liu Qingfeng watched Lin Fan leave and snorted contemptuously.

“Ha! Just another teacher from Class Ding, daring to act so arrogantly. Let’s see if he still dares to wait for us at the martial arena this afternoon,” Liu Qingfeng said.

“Just a jester. Someone like him teaching Class Ding will never amount to anything.”

“I wouldn’t even say he’ll make a ripple, let alone a wave. The students in Class Ding are all untalented, unable to even reach the Later Heaven stage. What use are they?”

“Enough said. This guy ruined our mood. Let’s continue our conversation.”

“Agreed.”

…

“Crack…”

Just as Liu Qingfeng and the others were about to continue chatting, the iron table instantly shattered into dust…

“This…” Liu Qingfeng and the others were stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Lin Fan had already left the cafeteria, smirking coldly.

Although the name “Flower-Brushing and Chrysanthemum-Feeling Finger” wasn’t very elegant, its destructive power was the strongest among all the techniques Lin Fan had learned so far.

…

In the afternoon.

The thirteen students taught by Lin Fan arrived at the classroom early, a big difference from usual. Previously, when they came to the academy, they were always listless and dull, but now, each of them had a determined and unyielding fighting spirit on their faces.

Right now, all thirteen students had bruises on their faces, as if they had been humiliated. However, although painful, it only heightened their enthusiasm.

“Today I went to Class C, Sixth Group. I told that guy not to look down on a young man in hardship, because one day I will regain my dignity. Although he beat me up badly, I didn’t feel any pain at all. I felt like I had regained the confidence I had lost long ago,” Judy said excitedly.

“Same with me. Although that guy is stronger than me, I believe that under the guidance of our teacher, I will definitely become stronger,” Cao Fushu said, clenching his fists.

“I also got beaten up, but today at noon I went home and told my parents that I would work hard. They were deeply moved by what I said and encouraged me to keep going.”

“A teacher for a day, a father for life. I must work hard and never disappoint Teacher Lin.”

“Good, everyone, let’s keep pushing forward. We must prove ourselves.”

…

At this moment, Lin Fan walked into the classroom and saw his thirteen students so excited, he felt a bit curious.

“What’s going on with all of you?”

The students looked at each other, then respectfully stood up. “Teacher, we will definitely work hard and never disappoint you.”

Lin Fan was taken aback, then smiled slightly, feeling very pleased that his students had such confidence.

However, confidence alone wasn’t enough. With their talent, they couldn’t even be considered mediocre. Even if they worked a thousand times harder, it wouldn’t make a difference.

It seems I still need to rely on myself. I must use my noble brilliance to lead these lost lambs to the peak of life.

At least for now, Lin Fan was very confident.

Before he looted the four great families and the imperial city, he needed to properly train these guys first. Now that he was a teacher, he had to do his job conscientiously.

“Good, I’m really pleased that you all have such confidence. Now, follow me, everyone. Today, I’ll teach you the second lesson—Crushing Oppression,” Lin Fan said.

The thirteen students looked at their teacher, puzzled.

Crushing Oppression? What was that? What exactly was the teacher going to teach?

As the teacher walked out alone, the thirteen students followed behind him, curious about what their teacher was going to teach them.

Meanwhile, at the martial arena, a large crowd had gathered.

Students and teachers from the four levels—A, B, C, and D—were all standing there, curious about the upcoming teacher versus teacher match. After all, the martial arena hadn’t been used in a long time.

Birds of a feather flock together. Teachers and students from each level usually stayed with those of the same rank, rarely interacting with students of other levels, thus conflicts were rare.

Even when they did happen, students usually resolved them secretly. As for the teachers, they were more mature. If they knew they were inferior, they wouldn’t usually provoke a confrontation.

This time, they heard that a mere teacher from Class D was actually challenging four teachers from Class B at once. This made everyone think that the Class D teacher must be out of his mind.