Huanan Martial Arts School, Grade 12 Class 29.
When Yang Fan walked into the classroom leisurely, he saw Ansheng teaching a lesson to a few boys in the class.
A few mental spikes provoked the students to scream, causing the whole class to be in an uproar.
With just a glance, Yang Fan could roughly guess what was going on.
Behind the last row where he and Ansheng sat, there was a temporary desk, and the person sitting at the desk was none other than Mu Qianqian.
Mu Qianqian looked pure and sweet, and her skin was fair and translucent. When she smiled, her two little dimples could hold two ounces of wine. She was many times prettier than the prettiest student in the class, Hua Yue.
When such a pure and lovely beauty suddenly appeared in the class, the boys in the class stared straight at her. It was normal for them to come over and strike up a conversation.
"Ansheng said he didn't care, but he's really sweet in his heart, isn't he? Hypocrite! "
Yang Fan looked disdainfully at Ansheng, who was protecting his food, and walked straight to the back row.
When he got closer, Yang Fan waved his hand gently and removed the shackles and mental interference on them. Then, he glared at Ansheng. "You're already a Level 6 Telekinesis Master, and you still have the nerve to bully your classmates who aren't Martial Masters. Do you have any self-awareness?"
Ansheng smiled sheepishly.
Needless to say, it was quite interesting to bully the weak. It felt really good.
He had wanted to teach these little bastards a lesson for a long time. Today, he finally had the chance. Wouldn't he bully them to his heart's content?
Xu Le, Song Zian, and the others, who were rescued by Yang Fan, heard the conversation between Yang Fan and Ansheng. Their faces were all as if they had seen a ghost.
What the hell?
Fatty Ansheng was already a Level 6 Telekinesis Master?!
What the f * ck.
No wonder they always felt a sense of defeat when facing An Sheng. No wonder Headmaster Chen agreed to let An Sheng represent South China Martial Arts School to participate in the House of Guardians' Arena Fortress.
After messing around for so long, it turned out that this damn fatty was actually pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. He was as hateful as Yang Fan from before.
Why didn't you say so earlier? If I knew you were a Level 6 Spirit Reader Master, only an idiot would try to steal a girl from you!
The few of them glanced at Yang Fan again. Yang Fan didn't seem to have changed much, but the aura on his body had become more ethereal. As for his cultivation level, they couldn't sense it at all.
However, seeing how easily Yang Fan had rescued them from An Sheng's hands, anyone could tell that his strength was definitely above An Sheng's.
"Even An Sheng, this fatty, is already a Level Six Spirit Reader Master. Wouldn't Yang Fan, this guy who hides even deeper, be even more powerful?"
Originally, when they heard Yang Fan deliberately belittling them, they were still a little unconvinced. Now, they all tucked their tails between their legs and timidly greeted Yang Fan. After thanking him, they all carefully slipped back to their seats, not even daring to look back.
At this time, Mu Qianqian stood up gently and respectfully went forward to greet Yang Fan. "Greetings, Master!"
Yang Fan nodded slightly and casually set up a spiritual barrier to prevent their conversation from being overheard by the students outside.
Taking a deep look at Mu Qianqian, Yang Fan asked mildly, "Why are you here too? You just broke through last night. Don't you need to continue consolidating your cultivation?"
Mu Qianqian was stunned. She didn't know how Yang Fan could tell. She was now a Spirit Reader, and her cultivation was one level higher than Yang Fan's. Logically speaking, under the circumstances where she deliberately concealed her cultivation, Yang Fan shouldn't have been able to tell.
Aunt Qing was right. This little master of Yang Fan's did indeed have a big secret.
"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, Master." Mu Qianqian said embarrassedly. "Last night, I took the elixir that you gave me, and the clan leader also gave me some cultivation resources before I left. So, I accidentally broke through."
Carelessness?
Yang Fan's mouth twitched. Wasn't this the phrase he often used to show off in front of others? He didn't expect his own disciple to show off today.
"Accidentally, that's a good word." Yang Fan nodded in agreement. "After all, I was often this careless in the past. I couldn't guard against it even if I wanted to."
"Huh?"
Mu Qianqian opened her mouth in confusion. For a moment, she didn't quite understand. Careless? Guard against what?
But soon, Mu Qianqian turned the corner and looked at Yang Fan speechlessly. She felt that her cultivation was still far from Yang Fan's.
Master was indeed Master. Even if he was showing off, he could still make people speechless.
Mu Qianqian was completely convinced.
What could she do with such a shameless master? She was also helpless.
An Sheng had long been used to Yang Fan's shamelessness, and he was also used to being beaten down by Yang Fan, so he didn't feel anything special.
His attention was now completely focused on the breakthrough that Yang Fan had mentioned last night.
What breakthrough?
If he remembered correctly, when Bai was in Dai Xing City yesterday, Mu Qianqian had just advanced to a level-nine Spirit Reader.
If she broke through now, wouldn't she be a Spirit Reader?
How was this possible?
Even if she took the three level-seven Soul Refining Golden Elixirs that Yang Fan gave her, it shouldn't be enough to support her to directly reach the peak of a level-nine Spirit Reader, and then break through in one fell swoop.
An Sheng couldn't accept it. He felt that the gap between him and Mu Qianqian seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.
"Qianqian, are you already a Spirit Reader now?"
An Sheng finally couldn't help but ask directly. Mu Qianqian heard this and turned to him with a sweet smile. "Yes, Brother Ansheng, I'm already a Spirit Reader now. It's very amazing!"
Mu Qianqian smiled proudly and made an encouraging gesture to An Sheng. "Brother Ansheng, you have to work hard and strive to be promoted to a Spirit Reader as soon as possible. Then we can stay with Master and continue to cultivate together!"
An Sheng nodded with a wry smile. He also wanted to work hard, but could a Spirit Reader break through just by shouting a few slogans?
"Master! Your family also wants to improve and break through to the Spirit Reader realm as soon as possible! "
An Sheng suddenly pinched his thumb and middle finger together and leaned toward Yang Fan with a flattering face. The word "master" directly made Yang Fan a little disgusted. He couldn't help but give the fat man a spiritual stab.
"Wow! You're serious! "
An Sheng felt the pain and shook his head. He couldn't help but glare at Yang Fan. "I called you Master out of kindness, but you're so cruel to me? I'm the chief, the chief of the Demon Exterminating Sect, but now I'm only a level-six Spirit Reader Master. If this gets out, I'm not the only one who will lose face! "
Yang Fan curled his lips. "I've already given you a chance. You didn't work hard. Who can you blame?"
"Why didn't I work hard?" An Sheng looked aggrieved. He raised his hand and patted his round belly. "Now, as long as I'm free, I'm constantly cultivating. During this period of time, I didn't even have time to eat or drink in order to cultivate. Now, my belly has lost a lot of weight!"
Yang Fan directly questioned, "Then tell me, how many hours did you cultivate last night? It shouldn't be more than three hours, right?"
An Sheng's heart trembled. Why did Yang Fan say three hours? Was it a coincidence, or was this guy peeping on him last night?
"Almost … Almost. Three hours isn't considered too little, right?"
An Sheng felt guilty and didn't dare to quibble and make a false report.
"Is three hours a lot? There are twelve hours in one night, but you only took out three hours to cultivate. You wasted nearly nine hours for nothing. You still dare to say that you're very hardworking?! "
Yang Fan expected better from An Sheng. He looked like a thief who caught his own worker lazy and didn't work.
Among all the disciples, An Sheng's sect was the most united, and the experience of spiritual power cultivation was the most abundant.
But last night, almost all the disciples had cultivated for the whole night, and only stopped when the sun rose. Only that brat An Sheng had only cultivated for three hours, causing Yang Fan to lose a few hundred points of Mental Energy cultivation experience for nothing.
So angry.
A smurf should have the awareness of a smurf. Such an atmosphere of slacking off and not working must not be encouraged.
He was already a Level Six Spirit Reader Master. Was it necessary to sleep at night? If he didn't cultivate all night and work hard to improve his cultivation, it was simply a crime, wasn't it?
"Now you know how to be anxious. Don't you think it's a little late?" Yang Fan raised his finger and pointed at Mu Qianqian. "Ask Qianqian, how many hours did she cultivate every day? You can also ask Cousin Wang Zhe, how many hours does he cultivate every day? "
"Do you think that other people's success fell from the sky? Even if one has the highest talent and endless resources, if one doesn't know how to cultivate hard, he will never really be able to stand out! "
An Sheng couldn't help turning his head to look at Mu Qianqian. Mu Qianqian whispered, "Since I was three years old, I have never slept at night. I have always used cultivation to replace sleep."
"Most of the children of our Mu family are like this. Why, Brother Ansheng is not like that?"
Mu Qianqian's rhetorical question made An Sheng feel ashamed and disheartened.
Damn it.
It turned out that it wasn't that he wasn't talented enough or didn't work hard enough, but that those who were more talented than him worked harder than him every day. What was going on? When could he catch up?
When Yang Fan heard Mu Qianqian's answer, he couldn't help but look sideways and almost blurt out, "Damn it!"
Was there a need to work so hard? A three-year-old child was not allowed to sleep. Was there any humanity left?
Fortunately, he and Yang Guo weren't born in those rich families, or they would be depressed.
"Ahem!" Yang Fan coughed lightly and continued to lecture An Sheng, "Did you hear that? Even a young genius like Qianqian is working so hard. Why do you only cultivate for three hours every night?"
"Don't say that I don't give you a chance as a brother. If you want to quickly advance to the realm of Spiritual Spiritualist, you can't cultivate for less than ten hours every night. Otherwise, you can wait to become a live-in son-in-law of the Mu family!"
An Sheng's body trembled, and then he put on a posture of gnashing his teeth and working hard. He promised Yang Fan loudly, "Master, don't worry. It's just a Spiritual Spiritualist. It's just ten hours. At worst, I won't sleep anymore! Who's afraid of who?! "
An Sheng patted his chest and said loudly.
"Remember what you said. I will supervise and investigate from time to time. If I find out that you dare to slack off, you know the consequences!"
Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction.
That's right.
What's the point of sleeping at night in the prime of youth? Farming cultivation experience for him was the right way to go!
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