Hiss!
Another streak of Sword Qi shot over, this time grazing past his hair as it cut through.
Xie Bing's face turned frosty, her eyes filled with killing intent. "Say one more mocking line, and I'll cut your tongue off!"
Chu Feng genuinely didn't dare to run his mouth anymore.
F*ck, a tiger doesn't scare dogs when it's down in the plains; a dragon trapped in shallow waters gets toyed with by shrimps.
If it weren't for being reborn as a residual soul, losing all my cultivation, how could I possibly be threatened by a mere Sword Master-level brat?
"Come here!"
Xie Bing glared coldly and commanded.
Seeing Chu Feng dawdling like a snail, she grew impatient. "Hurry up!"
Chu Feng smirked and muttered, "With such a temper, careful you don't end up unmarried!"
Xie Bing instantly turned flustered, her pretty face dropping icicles. She hadn't expected Chu Feng's sharp tongue.
The children of these nobles really are all spoiled rotten.
Hiss!
Another streak of Sword Qi emerged at her fingertip, causing Chu Feng to shrink his neck, becoming obedient immediately.
Seeing Chu Feng subdued with a frightened expression, Xie Bing felt a slight sense of triumph. She had finally tamed this troublemaking student.
"Chu Feng… You are not allowed to tell anyone about what you saw during class today, understood?" Xie Bing's tone was stern, but her pretty face was uncontrollably flushed.
She recalled how Chu Feng nearly stated the color of the stain on her pants, and she wished she could severely teach him a lesson.
Chu Feng glanced at the Sword Qi flickering at her fingertip, then lowered his head and said, "I didn't see anything!"
Xie Bing was quite satisfied with his attitude.
Since the incident had embarrassed and flustered her, she chose not to dwell on it further.
"Here are three Nourishing God Pills. I've noticed you've been tired and unfocused in class recently. It's probably due to your Divine Soul being weak or damaged. Take one pill every ten days, then practice seated meditation to guide the medicine's effects and restore your soul."
"This will definitely help improve your fatigue problem."
Although Nourishing God Pills were only First-grade Elixirs, they were incredibly expensive.
If Chu Feng remembered correctly, each pill cost at least ten silver taels.
The fact that Xie Bing, despite being just a regular teacher to him, directly gifted him three pills moved Chu Feng slightly.
"Thank you, Teacher!" Chu Feng didn't reject her kind intentions.
"Don't be so quick to thank me. Giving you three Nourishing God Pills comes with a condition. At the end-of-term exam, you must rank within the top one hundred of the class." Xie Bing thought this was already a very high expectation.
Chu Feng, who consistently scored last place every year, would make her laugh with joy if he even made it into the top two hundred.
"Top one hundred?" Chu Feng felt extremely annoyed. He'd rather just smash his head against a tofu block and die. For someone who was once known as the Alchemy Venerate to rank only in the top one hundred—how humiliating would that be?
Teacher Xie really was "optimistic" about him.
"What's the matter? Too hard for you?" Xie Bing noticed Chu Feng's unpleasant expression and tried to reassure him. "It's really just a goal for you to strive toward. Do your best."
"If you really make it into the top one hundred, Teacher will definitely give you another reward!"
She truly was a rare and excellent teacher—very dedicated and thoughtful, expending immense effort to help Chu Feng improve his performance.
"Alright then, I'll give it a shot!" Top one hundred didn't even catch Chu Feng's eye. At the very least, he needed to aim for first place in the entire class to live up to the title of Eternal Life Pill Master.
...
After class, Chu Feng walked briskly, humming a little tune, heading toward the Alchemy Master Guild. In the Royal Capital, the Medicine Guild's Hall was the largest elixir medicine shop.
Almost every type of medicinal ingredient could be found there.
It also sold pre-made elixirs. Of course, customers could also buy ingredients and request the on-site pill masters to refine elixirs for them.
Many customers preferred hiring pill masters with high successful refinement rates.
Not only could this save a large sum of money, but it also guaranteed high-quality elixirs. After all, the ingredients were personally selected, ensuring there was no mixing of inferior materials or cutting corners.
Chu Feng had won ten gold coins from Hong Gang, the son of the Great General. It was a significant amount of money.
It was perfect for purchasing materials to refine the Yang Fire within his body.
"The Medicine Hall is a money-burning place. I'll have to budget these ten gold coins wisely if I want to buy all the necessary ingredients!"
Although Chu Feng was the Third Prince of the Sword King Mansion, his family had declined, and both his parents had passed away. His title as Prince was merely nominal, and he was often mocked wherever he went.
The two guards stationed at the entrance of the Medicine Hall scrutinized him coldly with an expression of utter contempt and superiority.
"F*cking hell, these two watchdogs actually dare to look at me like that!"
In his previous life, trash like this wasn't even qualified to lick his shoes.
"Stop right there!"
"This is a sophisticated establishment. Poor folks and dogs are forbidden entry!"
One guard barked coldly, his words harshly excluding Chu Feng while deliberately throwing in insults.
The other guard sneered mockingly, his face filled with an anticipatory glee like he was watching a dog get humiliated.
"An open shop refusing to let customers in—what kind of logic is that?"
Chu Feng raised his brow and flashed a wicked grin.
"Looks like you won't be guarding anymore!"
The burly guard with a face full of muscle grew furious upon hearing this.
"You little brat, still wet behind the ears, and you think you can talk grown-up?!"
"If I don't slap the hell out of you, you won't even know east from west anymore."
With that, the guard took a step forward and raised his hand to strike Chu Feng.
This guard was roughly at the eighth-to-ninth rank of a swordsman, his body appearing as if cast from steel, his movements agile, and his strength ferocious.
"Do you want to die?" Chu Feng didn't dodge or retreat, narrowing his eyes as his entire demeanor transformed into that of a venomous snake poised to strike.
His waist slightly lowered, his five fingers clenched into a blade-like shape.
Though he was reborn with just a residual soul, his memories, experience, and martial skills remained intact.
Against a Sword Master Level opponent, he'd likely find himself slaughtered without recourse.
But as for this six-rank-superior guard before him, Chu Feng was confident he could beat him to the point of crippling, if not outright killing him. Of course, it would come at the cost of injuries to himself.
The burly guard with the muscular face was momentarily frozen by Chu Feng's terrifying gaze, an inexplicable chill creeping into his heart.
Instinctively, he took a half-step back, then immediately realized he had been intimidated by a mere waste-like Second Rank Swordsman—a teenage boy, no less. His face flushed, and in his shame, his fury exploded, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent as he geared up to attack again.
But Chu Feng had already pulled something out of his pocket—a gold ingot.
"Watchdog, open your damn eyes and take a good look!" Chu Feng stepped forward, holding up the gold ingot, and barked forcefully, "Good dogs don't block the way. Get lost and stay out of my sight! When you've got money, you're the boss—get it?"
The burly guard's face turned purple with rage, nearly spitting out blood in his frustration.
"You—you filthy brat, where'd you get so much money?" He didn't dare attack anymore, much less continue blocking Chu Feng. If he did, the hall manager inside would come out and deal with him in disgrace.
Chu Feng was right—money makes the rules.