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The classroom fell completely silent after those words were spoken.
Even the girl who had been muttering earlier opened her mouth but didn't say anything more.
They had only seen the name "Mu Qinghan" on the stone tablet of the Dao Academy. They only knew that he was the dean who founded the academy and the number one genius of the human race who was famous throughout the world, but no one had ever seen him in person.
But just hearing the name "Mu Qinghan" made their budding youthful spirit instantly fade away, as if doused with cold water.
The girl, who had been pursing her lips in protest, now gently twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingertips and even lowered her head slightly.
She suddenly recalled the expression on her family elders' faces when they mentioned this person last year—a solemn reverence she had never seen before.
It's important to know that Zhang Zheng, Aoki Yuan, and Li Zi are all prominent figures in their respective families.
These people are the targets they can only look at from afar and secretly compete with, the "once-in-a-century geniuses" in the eyes of the elders in the family, and the "future hope" of the family.
Mu Qinghan, however, was someone that even "top geniuses" like Zhang Zheng and Qingmu Yuan had to look up to and admire from the bottom of their hearts.
He is a true genius at the pinnacle of the human race.
They are currently at the pinnacle of human combat power.
Only now, recalling Mr. Li's words, did they suddenly realize that their skills were nothing compared to those of true powerhouses.
That's a sixteen-year-old half-step demon emperor!
Who can withstand his sword strike?
Who would dare to take a blow from his sword!
Even if... it's just a casual sword strike.
The girl sitting at the very edge slowly raised her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Her gaze swept over Mr. Li on the podium before quickly returning to the textbook open on the desk.
The corners of the textbook were slightly curled from being turned over, and it was covered with detailed annotations, indicating that it had been read carefully.
She remained quiet throughout, keeping her back ramrod straight, regardless of whether her classmates were secretly passing notes or staring out the window in a daze.
My fingertips occasionally followed Mr. Li's explanation, lightly tapping the pages of the book without interrupting or causing any trouble, like a quiet orchid growing in a corner.
Mr. Li had never really figured out who had put this girl in this class.
It should be noted that this class has long been the academy's de facto "gathering place for problem students".
They are either rebellious because of their family background, or they are arrogant because of their exceptional talent, which gives even several senior mentors a headache.
But this girl was different; she was quiet, like an anomaly.
He always sat up straightest in class, but rarely spoke, which made him take a second look at him.
At this moment, Mr. Li watched as the arrogance in the eyes of the young men and women below the stage gradually faded before turning around and walking to the window, where he slowly closed the half-open window.
The cold wind was kept out, and the warmth in the classroom returned. He cleared his throat and was about to speak.
"Okay, let's continue..."
"Dong dong dong."
Three soft sounds suddenly came from the doorway, the rhythm was steady, but they interrupted his words.
Mr. Li's brows furrowed instantly, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing through his mind.
Which student is so unruly that they dare to knock on the door and disturb class during class time?
He turned his head with a hint of anger, but the moment his gaze fell on the person standing at the door, the anger on his face froze, and he seemed to be rooted to the spot.
His eyes widened, his pupils contracted slightly, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time, feeling a tightness in his throat.
"You...you are..."
The students in the class also turned their heads, and their previously relaxed sitting postures instantly tightened.
A young man dressed in blue suddenly stood up excitedly, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a piercing creak.
He pointed at the person at the door, his voice trembling.
"He's Mu Qinghan?! The legendary number one genius, Mu Qinghan!"
"what?!"
The girl next to him immediately widened her eyes and looked the person at the door up and down.
His elegant long robe accentuated his tall and straight figure, and his handsome face made him look no more than a teenager.
"He...he's the...the dean?! He's so young?! And...so handsome..."
"It must be!" A boy wearing a square scarf in the back row lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his excitement. "Didn't you see how scared Old Man Li was? Besides the dean, who else could make him look like that!"
In an instant, the classroom, which had just quieted down, was filled with suppressed gasps of surprise.
All eyes were fixed on Mu Qinghan at the door, filled with curiosity, excitement, and even a touch of disbelief and awe.
"Yes, my name is... Mu Qinghan."
Chapter 93 Heavenly Sword Intent
"Hello, this is Mu Qinghan. They probably didn't have time to notify you."
“I will teach these students today; you can go and rest for a day.”
As she finished speaking, the hem of her dress swept across the threshold.
Mu Qinghan slowly stepped into the lecture hall.
He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his black hair tied up with only a plain silver hairpin, his face was handsome to the point of being aloof, with only a hint of gentle warmth hidden in his eyes.
He slowly walked to Mr. Li's side.
Mr. Li was taken aback at first, then reacted instantly. His surprise was replaced by a broad smile, and his voice even rose a few decibels.
"Dean! You actually came in person! I really didn't know you would come today, otherwise I would have definitely led the students to the door to greet you!"
He took two steps closer and added in a low voice with a worried expression.
"However, Dean, I must remind you—these students are the cream of the crop selected from various families. They are exceptionally talented, but they are wild beyond measure and noisy in class. You should be prepared for that!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghan raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at the people below, and said with a puzzled expression, "I think it's fine."
Mr. Li was taken aback and turned to look in confusion.
The next second, he froze on the spot.
The students stood as straight as javelins, their shoulders and backs taut, their heads held high.
His eyes, which were usually full of arrogance, were now shining brightly, revealing an almost devout determination.
It's like praying to Buddha.
As Mu Qinghan's gaze swept over them, the thirty-odd people moved in unison, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle with loud, clear voices.
"Welcome, Dean!"
Even the quiet little girl stood up and bowed slightly.
What the hell?! You guys...
Mr. Li's pupils contracted sharply, his heart was filled with shock, and his back teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.
When he was giving him a lecture, these brats didn't even bother to lift their eyelids. But as soon as Mu Qinghan arrived, they all became as obedient as tamed wolf cubs.
This discrimination is too obvious!
Mu Qinghan looked at Mr. Li's shocked expression, then glanced at the group of students with "devout" eyes below the hall, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He naturally noticed something amiss; perhaps she was pretending to be well-behaved today because she saw him.
It doesn't matter, a little arrogance is fine, as long as they behave themselves in front of me.
"No need to be polite, just sit down."
He raised his hand, his voice clear and gentle.
The students responded in unison, "Yes," and sat down so quietly that the chair legs didn't even make a sound.
Mr. Li stood aside, looking at this starkly different scene, and felt a tightness in his chest.
So it's not that the students are hard to manage, it's that he can't control the situation!
He met Mu Qinghan's gaze; those eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a frozen pool.
He nodded slightly and slowly walked out of the classroom.
Mu Qinghan watched Mr. Li's figure completely disappear into the light and shadow outside the door before slowly turning around.
"I will only teach you for one morning."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a penetrating power, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"In the afternoon, you can practice your spells in the academy's training ground, or you can pack your bags and go home directly."
He paused slightly as his gaze swept over the faces that were holding their breath.
"I won't go into those long-winded theoretical discussions, nor will I break down the dry sword manual moves."
"Today, I will only demonstrate the swordsmanship and its essence to you. Afterwards, if you have any insights, you are free to ponder them on your own."
"If you have any questions, feel free to ask me—I will tell you my understanding of the sword in its entirety."
He raised his hand and pressed down lightly. The moment his voice trailed off, the classroom erupted in a unified response: "Understood!"
The roar almost lifted the roof off, and everyone's face was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
The current pinnacle of human combat power is going to personally demonstrate the essence of swordsmanship?
Even if they only learn the basics, it will be enough to save them decades of detours on their path of cultivation. This opportunity is truly an immense blessing!
Mu Qinghan remained unmoved, merely nodding slightly and glancing towards the corner of the classroom.
Butai, sitting there, remained as quiet as ever.
The girl lowered her eyes, her dark hair falling on both sides of her face, obscuring most of her expression.
She sat there motionless, her gaze fixed on the smooth tabletop, as if the surrounding noise and the excitement of the crowd were separated from her by an invisible barrier.
He seemed to be... immersed in another world unknown to anyone.
Mu Qinghan did not linger. When he looked away, he slightly raised his right hand and gently clenched his fingers.