"Phew... didn't expect teaching could be this tiring, I thought I could breeze through it easily," Ace muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped out of the lecture hall.
He had barely finished his first day, and already, it felt like he had just wrestled against a pack of spirit beasts.
At first, the students had sat obediently, awed or terrified by his presence. But after Lin Zhaoyu stood up, as if a trigger went out, the other noble bloodlines also started to boil.
One by one, they stood up, raising their hands and their voices.
"But Professor Ace, I'm from the prestigious Yuan Clan! Manual labor will ruin the integrity of my cultivation energy!"
"My family will hear of this! This breaks the academy's statute 42, clause 7!"
"And statute 88, clause 3!"
"They're just herbs, not spiritual beasts, surely there are better ways to study alchemy than... farming!"
