bdsm-fiction Chapter 96 You can call me Master Yu!
Chapter 96 You can call me Master Yu!
Chapter 96 You can call me Master Yu!
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Wuhun City, this ancient and mysterious city, has undergone earth-shattering changes over the long years.
What was once a small town, Wuhun City, has grown into an enormous and astonishingly large city over tens of thousands of years. It is said to be able to accommodate a staggering two hundred million residents!
Such a large population living together in one place is simply a fantasy for people on Earth, but it is a common occurrence on the vast and boundless Martial Soul Continent.
It's worth noting that there are as many as twenty large cities like this, with populations exceeding fifty million, on this magical land!
Upon entering Wuhun City, the first thing that catches the eye is the wide and flat avenue, where uniquely designed and brightly colored vehicles shuttle back and forth, like flowing rainbows.
All vehicles used here are powered by psionic energy, whether they are cars speeding by, airplanes soaring through the sky, or various electrical appliances; they all rely on powerful psionic energy to operate.
After all, this world is supported by an inexhaustible supply of primordial spiritual energy, making energy sources such as oil and nuclear power seem outdated in comparison.
Despite the passage of time, one street has always maintained its original appearance – that is the famous red-light district.
This street is arguably one of the most distinctive places in Wuhun City, and a must-visit destination for countless tourists. Here, a dazzling array of entertainment venues abound. And the Guanghan Tower, located at the end of the street, is particularly renowned, considered the pinnacle of the brothel world.
There's quite an interesting history to this Guanghan Tower. Back then, the Jade Rabbit and Dai Mubai met and fell in love here, eventually ascending to the divine realm hand in hand.
It was precisely because of this that Guanghan Tower, having received divine inheritance, became famous overnight, rising to become a leader in the brothel industry and a major taxpayer of the empire. Standing in the streets and alleys, feeling the youthful energy that washes over you, it's as if you're in the midst of a grand carnival, intoxicating and unforgettable.
The moment Yu Tianming stepped into the Martial Soul Academy, a familiar scent wafted over him, and his heart skipped a beat as his thoughts were instantly drawn back to the Blue Tyrant Academy of the past.
"Yes, this is the vitality of youth!" Yu Tianming murmured to himself.
Hearing this, Xiao Wu rolled her eyes without hesitation, thinking to herself, "Does this guy think I'm getting old?"
Indeed, although Xiao Wu and the others haven't changed much in appearance, their personalities are quite different now. Their former vibrant, innocent, and lively spirit has vanished without a trace.
However, Yu Tianming was quite open-minded about this. He laughed and said, "Youth is certainly wonderful, but maturity also has its unique charm."
After speaking, his gaze fell on Xiao Wu beside him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes—the mischievous and naughty rabbit of the past had now grown into a graceful, voluptuous, and charming young woman rabbit.
After speaking, Yu Tianming said no more, gently put his arm around Xiao Wu's slender waist, and walked towards the office building in the academy.
For this visit, Qian Yuhuang specially arranged a special identity for him—a royal retainer, possessing an extraordinary strength of level ninety-eight, comparable to a Super Douluo.
The position of dean of this Martial Soul Academy is usually held by an important figure from the royal family. The current dean is from the Ning family.
Just then, a child's cry suddenly rang out: "Mommy, I don't want to go to school anymore, I want to go home..." The voice was full of grievance and reluctance.
The atmosphere in the spacious and bright dean's office was somewhat tense and tense. A petite little girl and a dignified young woman faced each other, as if a fierce contest was about to unfold.
This little girl named Ning Xueshu has a special habit—she loves to take a nap after waking up.
For her, having to get up at 6:30 in the morning was worse than the end of the world, because it meant losing precious sleep time and making her extremely irritable.
"No way!" Ning Baihe, the head of the Ning family, refused without hesitation. In her opinion, children should go to school on time and should not be allowed to think about going home to play whenever they want.
This idea is utterly a pipe dream and absolutely impossible to achieve.
However, Ning Xueshu was not willing to give up so easily. She suddenly sat down on the ground, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, crying her heart out. It seemed that only in this way could she express her deep longing to go home.
"Slow down your crying, don't rush." Faced with Ning Xueshu's crying, Ning Baihe did not rush to comfort her like a typical parent would. Instead, she calmly reminded her to cry less.
After all, if you cry too quickly and too fast, you'll probably run out of tears before long, and then you'll really have nothing left to cry about.
Upon hearing this, Ning Xueshu, who had been wailing, suddenly stopped crying, as if realizing that her actions had been futile. She pouted angrily, glared at Ning Baihe, and then silently stood up.
"Hmph!" With a disgruntled snort, Ning Xueshu knew that continuing to act shamelessly would be futile, so she decided to temporarily give up resisting.
However, she still felt a deep resentment and felt extremely wronged.
Seeing that her daughter had finally stopped crying, Ning Baihe breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a headache coming on.
These beginner children are so difficult to please; every year around this time, they always drive her crazy and keep her from having a moment's peace.
"Sigh... I've heard that getting angry often makes you age faster, so I should try to maintain a peaceful state of mind and never get angry..."
Ning Baihe muttered to herself as she gently rubbed her furrowed brows, trying to relieve the pressure.
Just then, a crisp, rapid knocking came from outside the door: "Knock, knock, knock!"
"Please come in," Ning Baihe replied as always. Then, the door slowly opened, and a handsome figure appeared before everyone.
"Wow~ What a handsome older brother!" Ning Xueshu's eyes lit up instantly, and a surprised smile bloomed on her face.
She completely forgot the unpleasantness with her mother just now and stared at the handsome man in front of her with great joy.
Ning Xueshu, who was sitting on the ground throwing a tantrum, turned around and saw a handsome blond man walk into the dean's office.
"Hello Dean Ning! I am Yu Tianming, the new class teacher of Class 1, Junior High School. This is my assistant, Xiao Wu." Yu Tianming introduced himself and Xiao Wu to Dean Ning with a smile and polite manner.
Upon hearing this, Ning Xueshu, the infatuated girl standing to the side, widened her eyes in surprise, thinking to herself, "Wow! So he's our new homeroom teacher! He's so handsome!" She subconsciously swallowed, her eyes revealing her admiration for the new homeroom teacher.
In this Soul Master Academy, classes are divided into two stages: beginner and advanced.
Among them, the Martial Soul Academy has as many as ninety-nine elementary classes.
These classes are arranged in order of increasing grade, with the top-level class containing many highly talented students.
It is understood that the students in this year's first-class class have a minimum innate soul power of level ten.
It is worth mentioning that the teaching profession enjoys a very high reputation and status in the Martial Soul Empire.
To become a qualified teacher, one must undergo rigorous special examinations and training every year, the difficulty of which far surpasses even the civil service examinations on Earth. Only those who truly possess exceptional talent and profound knowledge are qualified to stand on the podium and educate students.
Just then, Ning Xueshu suddenly remembered that she needed to go back to the classroom for class.
So she quickly said goodbye to her mother, "Mom, it's getting late, I have to hurry back to the classroom. Hello teacher! My name is Ning Xueshu, and I'm a student from Class One. Please take good care of me!"
Ning Xueshu was completely captivated by Yu Tianming's stunning good looks, and thought to herself: Being able to spend every day with someone as handsome as my teacher must be an incredibly joyful thing!
Just then, a clear and pleasant greeting rang out: "Hello, Ning."
Yu Tianming smiled and nodded slightly in response.
Then, Ning Baihe casually waved her hand and said, "Go ahead, go ahead."
It was as if she was already used to everything happening before her eyes. Ning Xueshu, on the other hand, seemed a little slow, moving her feet slowly, as if each step was filled with reluctance. The short distance took her a full two minutes to walk.
Just as Ning Xueshu was walking away, she suddenly heard a voice behind her: "Senior, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"
The speaker was Ning Baihe. It turned out that Yu Tianming's exceptionally handsome face felt strangely familiar to Ning Baihe, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu couldn't help but purse her lips and interject, "He's hanging on your wall."
These words were like a lightning bolt across the night sky, instantly illuminating Ning Baihe's thoughts.
The portrait of her ancestor always hung on the wall, visible to her every day when she looked up. Could it be... that this mysterious man was the legendary Holy Ancestor?
Once this thought arose, it spread wildly in Ning Baihe's mind like weeds.
Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she stammered, "Wait...wait, you...you...are the Holy Ancestor?"
After all, the person who could serve as the dean of the Martial Soul Academy was no fool. After careful consideration, Ning Baihe finally realized a certain possibility.
"Holy Ancestor? Am I that old?" Yu Tianming turned his head with a puzzled look, looking directly at Xiao Wu beside him, his tone filled with curiosity and dissatisfaction.
Xiao Wu blinked and answered crisply, "Of course! You're already over ten thousand years old, while I'm much older than you, a full one hundred thousand years older!"
For Xiao Wu, ten thousand years old was far too young. After all, she was a soul beast, and in her mind, that age was practically no different from that of a child.
Moreover, many soul beasts need to go through a long period of time, up to ten thousand years, before they can develop intelligence.
Upon hearing this, Yu Tianming frowned and muttered, "Oh dear, let's change the title. 'Holy Ancestor' sounds really awkward."
He muttered to himself, feeling that he was still young and vigorous, especially when he stood side by side with Ning Baihe, it was obvious that Ning Baihe looked several years older than him.
At this moment, Ning Baihe, who had been standing silently to the side, finally couldn't help but speak, her voice soft yet filled with reverence: "Then... how should I address you respectfully?"
Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, Ning Baihe knew that the person in front of her was of extremely high status and should not be offended lightly.
After all, royal families have been intermarrying for tens of thousands of years. By that reckoning, she herself might even have a trace of Yu Tianming's blood flowing through her veins. (More than ten thousand years, who knows how many generations that relationship spans)
Upon seeing this, Yu Tianming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He casually waved his hand and said, "Well... how about this, from now on you can call me Master Yu."
After saying this, he seemed lost in some kind of memory, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused. The title "Master Jade" was all too familiar to him.
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(End of this chapter)