Bang...
* A loud bang rang out, and a sharp pain shot through his forehead. Mu Yun opened his eyes with some difficulty.
Where was he?
Mu Yun was puzzled.
He found himself in a classroom, but instead of sitting in a student's seat, he was standing on the front platform.
Looking at the students, around fifteen or sixteen years old, staring at him with wide eyes as if he were a monster, Mu Yun shook his dizzy head.
"Wasn't I dead? How did I end up here?"
"Tianyun Continent, Nanyun Empire!"
"I didn't die? And I transmigrated? This guy, is he also named Mu Yun? This is... too much of a coincidence! But what era is this?"
With the brief merging of memories, Mu Yun stood alone on the platform, wearing a dark robe, muttering to himself.
However, transmigrating into this guy's body seemed a bit unlucky!
This Mu Yun was an illegitimate child, disliked by his father and first wife, and a cultivation failure since childhood, also disliked by his father.
Ten years ago, he was sent from Nanyun City, the capital of the Nanyun Empire, to the remote Mu family branch in Beiyun City.
However, upon arriving in Beiyun City, Mu Yun fared even worse. Within the branch family, he was labeled a good-for-nothing, had no status whatsoever, and even the servants dared to bully him.
Fortunately, this young master couldn't practice martial arts, but he loved reading.
The branch family, considering that he was, after all, the son of the Mu family patriarch, and that being idle was somewhat shameful, secured him a position as an instructor at Beiyun Academy in Beiyun City.
His daily duties included explaining alchemy and weapon crafting to the students, mostly from textbooks—simply reading from them.
In theory, it should have been easy.
However, Mu Yun was naturally dull-witted, bullied since childhood, and timid.
Teaching was an extremely agonizing task for him.
Over time, the students in the class came to understand the instructor's personality and knew his reputation, gradually disregarding him.
"Damn! I didn't expect you to be so unlucky. Don't worry, we're one now. From now on, no
one !"
Gathering his thoughts, Mu Yun said confidently.
"Hey, Instructor Mu, who are you talking to? Did a piece of chalk from one of your students turn you from an idiot into a cerebral palsy?"
Just as Mu Yun was merging his memories, a loud laugh rang in his ears, and finally, the entire class couldn't help but laugh.
"Quiet!"
Mu Yun's face turned cold as he stared at the laughing student and suddenly shouted.
In his previous life, as the supreme Immortal King of countless great worlds, Mu Yun greatly disliked being interrupted when he was considering something!
Startled by Mu Yun's shout, the thirty or forty students in the class suddenly fell silent, their mouths agape, staring at Instructor Mu in disbelief, as if looking at a monster.
"What era is this? Does that old bastard, the Bitter Sea Heavenly Venerable, still manage the Three Thousand Small Worlds?" Looking at the stunned students, Mu Yun didn't care and said casually.
However, upon hearing Mu Yun's words, the mouths of the thirty or forty students, which had been agape like duck eggs, now gaped open like geese, staring at Mu Yun as if he were an idiot.
"Haha..."
Suddenly, a wanton laugh rang out again, belonging to the same student.
Dressed in a white martial arts uniform, with his hair tied back, he was about fifteen or sixteen years old and fairly handsome, but his boisterous laughter was anything but pleasant.
"Mo Yang, what are you laughing at?" Having absorbed the memories of the "Mu Yun" he had possessed, Mu Yun knew this student was named Mo Yang, the most mischievous one of them!
"Master Mu, outsiders always say you're just a bookworm who can't practice martial arts, but I think they're completely wrong!"
Mo Yang laughed loudly. "Calling you a waste? That's an insult to the word 'waste'! Have you gone mad from reading too much? Haha... The Bitter Sea Celestial Venerable, the Bitter Sea Celestial Venerable is a legend from ten thousand years ago. We don't even know if he exists, and you actually ask about him... Haha..."
Mo Yang almost couldn't straighten up from laughing, leaning on the table, pointing at Mu Yun, tears streaming down his face.
Ten thousand years ago?
Mu Yun was stunned.
He hadn't expected to be reborn ten thousand years in the future! Bang...
A bang rang out, and a sharp pain shot through his forehead. Mu Yun opened his eyes with some difficulty.
Where was he?
Mu Yun was puzzled.
He saw a classroom, but Mu Yun wasn't sitting in a student's seat; he was standing on the front platform.
Looking at the students below, all around fifteen or sixteen years old, staring at him with wide eyes as if he were a monster, Mu Yun shook his dizzy head.
"Wasn't I dead? How did I end up here?"
"Tianyun Continent, Nanyun Empire!"
"I'm not dead? I transmigrated? This guy's also called Mu Yun? This is... too much of a coincidence! But what era is this?"
After a brief fusion of memories, Mu Yun stood alone on the platform, wearing a dark robe, talking to himself.
However, transmigrating into this guy's body seemed a bit unlucky!
This Mu Yun was an illegitimate child, disliked by his father and first wife, and a cultivation failure from a young age, not even favored by his father.
Therefore, ten years ago, he was sent from Nanyun City, the capital of the Nanyun Empire, to a branch of the Mu family in the remote Beiyun City.
However, in Beiyun City, Mu Yun fared even worse. Within the branch family, he was labeled a waste, had no status, and even the servants dared to bully him.
Fortunately, this young master couldn't practice martial arts, but he loved reading.
The branch family, mindful that he was, after all, the son of the Mu family patriarch, and that it was somewhat shameful for him to be idle, arranged for him to become an instructor at the Beiyun Academy in Beiyun City. His
daily duties included explaining alchemy and weapon crafting to the students, mostly textbook material—simply read from a book.
In theory, it should have been easy.
However, Mu Yun was naturally dull-witted, bullied since childhood, and timid.
Teaching was an extremely agonizing task for him.
Over time, the students in the class understood the instructor's personality and knew his reputation, gradually losing respect for him.
"Damn! I didn't expect you to be so unlucky. Don't worry, we're one person now. From now on, there will be no more..."
"Someone's disrespecting you!"
Gathering his thoughts, Mu Yun said confidently.
"Hey, Instructor Mu, who are you talking to? Did a student hit you with a piece of chalk and turn you from an idiot into a cerebral palsy?"
Just as Mu Yun was merging his memories, a loud laugh rang in his ears, and finally, the entire class couldn't help but laugh.
"Quiet!"
Mu Yun's face turned cold as he stared at the laughing student and suddenly shouted.
In his previous life, as the supreme Immortal King of countless great worlds, Mu Yun deeply resented being interrupted while he was considering something!
Startled by Mu Yun's shout, the thirty or forty students in the class suddenly fell silent, their mouths agape, staring at their instructor Mu in disbelief, as if he were a monster.
"What era is this? Does that old bastard, the Bitter Sea Heavenly Venerable, still manage the three thousand small worlds?" Seeing the stunned students, Mu Yun didn't care and casually said, "..."
However, as soon as Mu Yun said this, the mouths of the thirty or forty students changed from inverted duck egg shapes to upright goose egg shapes, staring at Mu Yun as if he were an idiot.
"Haha..."
Suddenly, a carefree laugh rang out again, it was still that student.
Dressed in white martial arts attire, his hair tied back, he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and quite handsome, but his loud laughter was anything but flattering.
"Mo Yang, what are you laughing at?" Having absorbed the memories of the "Mu Yun" he had possessed, Mu Yun knew that this student was named Mo Yang, the most mischievous one!
"Instructor Mu, outsiders always say that you're just a bookworm who can't practice martial arts, a good-for-nothing. I think they're completely wrong!"
Mo Yang laughed loudly, "Calling you a good-for-nothing is an insult to the word! Have you gone mad from reading too much?" "Haha... The Bitter Sea Celestial Venerable, the Bitter Sea Celestial Venerable is a legend from ten thousand years ago. Whether he even exists is unknown, yet you, old man, still ask? You even ask about him... Haha..."
Mo Yang almost couldn't straighten up from laughing, leaning on the table, pointing at Mu Yun, tears streaming down his face.
Ten thousand years ago?
Mu Yun was stunned.
He hadn't expected to be reborn ten thousand years in the future!