9: Chapter 9 What time did you two go to sleep last night?

By the time he reached school, it was already half-past eight.

Chi Anlin walked toward the classroom door with a guilty conscience. Although he was looking forward to seeing firsthand how classes were conducted in a cultivation world, under these circumstances, he was more concerned about how he would be punished.

Inside the classroom, the students were excitedly discussing the military training. This was everyone's first time heading to the Otherworld, so excitement was inevitable. However, the reason everyone was making such a fuss was that they were waiting for Chi Anlin; after all, entering the Otherworld was a major event, and everyone had to listen to the precautions together.

Entering the classroom, the first thing that met his eyes was his muscular class teacher, Old Wu.

Good heavens, why are you a Body Cultivator too?

Chi Anlin felt a bit despairing. If it were a Beast Tamer, they likely wouldn't say much, but Body Cultivators all relied on their physical bodies to fight, so every single one of them had a fiery temper and preferred action over words.

Wu Hong saw Chi Anlin cautiously trying to sneak in at the door. He let out a cold snort and barked, "Chi Anlin, stop right there!"

Regarding this student who had gotten in through the back door, Wu Hong had always maintained an attitude of turning a blind eye. After all, Chi Anlin's father was a Second Realm Cultivator whose strength was even greater than the principal's.

But this time, the matter was exceptionally important. If Chi Anlin still maintained this indifferent attitude, then if he happened to die in the Otherworld, he himself wouldn't be able to escape the consequences.

Recalling that completely unreasonable man in his mind, Wu Hong felt a bit powerless.

Forget it, I won't pursue it. It's best if he doesn't come.

Wu Hong sighed and lowered his voice: "Why are you late?"

Chi Anlin's body froze. He said nervously, "Traf... traffic jam."

Even though he could tell Chi Anlin was lying, Wu Hong had no choice and merely said perfunctorily, "Traffic jam? Is that my fault?"

As long as this kid admits his mistake, I'll give him a way out.

Hearing this, Chi Anlin had a brain fart and reflexively replied, "Did I blame you?"

The whole class: Shocked.jpg

It's over, it's over. Chi Anlin took a sharp breath. Why was his mouth so sharp? Looking at Old Wu's arm circumference, with just a light punch, he'd have to kneel and beg Chi Anlin not to die.

Several veins popped on Wu Hong's forehead, but he maintained a smile on the surface.

So frustrating. If only I could beat this kid to death.

However, thinking of Chi Anlin's various past actions, the anger in Wu Hong's heart dissipated a lot. This kid had never been serious, and his thought process was completely different from others.

"Alright, go sit down. We won't make the bus for military training otherwise."

Thus, under the astonished gazes of the whole class, Chi Anlin slowly returned to his seat.

"Brother, you've got guts, daring to talk back to Old Wu like that," Ji Jiji teased from beside him.

This was Chi Anlin's brother from before his transmigration. Because of his name, he was often called Brother Ji. The two had been desk mates since elementary school. He hadn't expected that in this parallel world, this guy would still be his desk mate.

Other people's desk mates were their former crushes, so why did the style change so much when it came to him?

Looking at that familiar face, Chi Anlin sighed and said, "I can't fix this habit of speaking before I think."

Wu Hong began to talk about the precautions for military training, while Ji Jiji shared his encounter from the morning.

"Do you know, I was just scolded by the teacher, and I'm so happy I could die," Ji Jiji said with an excited look. Chi Anlin gave him a puzzled glance. Could it be that this guy had awakened some strange attributes in this cultivation world?

Ignoring Chi Anlin's strange look, Ji Jiji continued, "I arrived at the classroom with Yin Qingxin just now. I saw her lie down on the desk to sleep, so I also lay down on the desk to sleep..."

Chi Anlin looked at Yin Qingxin sitting in the front row. He almost forgot—Ji Jiji was a Simp who always did things that were hard to fathom.

"As soon as Old Wu came in, he roared: What time did you two go to sleep last night? Hehehe, 'you two'!"

Chi Anlin: ...He's hopeless.

"And just now in the elevator—you know our classroom is on the fourth floor—as soon as she got in, she pressed the button for the eighth floor. Hehehe, she's hinting to me that 'eight floors' means she likes me a little."

Looking at the grinning Ji Jiji, Chi Anlin took a breath: "Brother, you're set."

After receiving Chi Anlin's encouragement, Ji Jiji became even more excited.

...

General military training was led by teachers, but upon reaching the entrance to the Otherworld, it would be handed over to the military.

Chi Anlin got off the bus with his suitcase. This area was very prosperous, and those living here were all cultivators.

The Otherworld was rich in resources, so various cultivators would frequently head there to collect resources, hunt demonic beasts, and so on. Consequently, the cultivators living nearby were very wealthy, and most of the goods sold in the commercial district were related to cultivators.

Although this area served as a combat readiness zone, the military also tolerated such behavior. On one hand, it allowed everyone to quickly gather resources to improve their strength, and on the other, these cultivators could reduce the military's pressure to a certain extent.

By the roadside, a student holding a donation box had his eyes light up. He had thought that choosing this area with many cultivators would make it easier to get donations, but he hadn't expected the cultivators to be fiercer than the last. Now that he had finally encountered this group of high school students, he should be able to receive some donations.

He took a deep breath and looked at Chi Anlin in the team. This guy was dressed extraordinarily, and combined with that casual, dangling air, he looked like a child from a wealthy family at a glance.

Meanwhile, Chi Anlin, who had just gotten off the bus, squinted his eyes at the scene before him. The things here were much better than at the market. Although ordinary people could also come here, the surrounding military, due to Father Chi's instructions, had never allowed Chi Anlin to enter. This was also his first time coming to this place.

Suddenly, a student carrying a donation box walked over. Just as Chi Anlin was feeling a bit puzzled, he saw the student speak: "Brother, many people have donated for poor students..."

A wave of emotion hit Chi Anlin's heart. He lightly wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eyes and took the donation box: "Thank you, everyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a huge force from the back of his neck. Wu Hong lifted him up with a speechless expression, carrying him away like a little chick.

I really can't afford to lose face like this.

That student stood there dazed. What kind of person is this!

Soon, Chi Anlin was set down by Wu Hong. He awkwardly tidied his collar and said with a smile, "Ol... Teacher Wu, did you need something from me?"

In front of him were a backpack and a suitcase.

Hearing this, Wu Hong's anger flared: "Look at what you've packed in these two suitcases. Are you here for military training or a vacation? And why did you bring so many weapons? Are you smuggling arms!"

Chi Anlin scratched the back of his head: "Wasn't I just thinking about my own safety?"

"Safety? You're the biggest source of danger!"

Wu Hong opened the suitcase, and looking at the items inside, the veins on his forehead popped again.