Chapter 126 – This Person Is Too Hateful! (1/2)

126 – This person is too hateful!

Chu Xun suddenly pulled his sword out of its sheath. This made Yang Xiaohu jumped up in fright.

If a fight broke out between his students on the first day of his cla.s.s, he definitely would be ridiculed by Kong Li and Xiahou Qianbai, saying that he lacked the ability to discipline these students and that these students were blind- why would they choose dragon slayer, a course of dubious worth, it's wasting their own time—-

Seeing Lin Canghai leap out to stop the danger, Yang Xiaohu heaved with a sigh of relief before he rushed over and scolded: “Chu Xun, if you have something to say, say it nicely, how could you draw your sword and attack your cla.s.smate?”

Chu Xun's lips twisted into a scornful smile. “Teacher Yang, you also saw what happened now. Li Muyang insulted one of his fellow students for no reason, he went too far. If I don't release my anger, I can't calm myself down.”

Yang Xiaohu could not understand why is it that the school session had just started but freshmen are already like fire and water. He stood between them, trying to pacify the situation: “Take a step back and there will be a bigger world in front. It's just a little quarrel? Is there a need for this? I just said I want you to stand side-by-side, back-to-back, and be good friends, good comrades, but you want to kill each other over a small matter—–”

“Teacher, he raised his sword to stab me, I don't have a sword nor did I lash out at him—–” Li Muyang argued.

“——” Yang Xiaohu felt these students were hopeless and couldn't be taught. Each and everyone one of them won't become successful.

Lin Canghai relaxed his grip on the sword between his fingers, looked at Chu Xun with a bright smile and said: “Big brother Chu Xun, your sword is made by Zhangsun Ji the famous sword master of West Wind Kingdom, and the material is the black stone of Beihai, right?”

“That's right.” Chu Xun said in a low voice. An ordinary unprepossessing-looking little boy was able to defend his sword; he was too embarra.s.sed.

“It's top-grade.” Lin Canghai said impressively.

In the divine continent, weapons are ranked into nine different grades. The majority of weapons, being made from ordinary iron and rough workmans.h.i.+p, are not graded. Ones that are slightly better are graded at the bottom three, ones that are much better are in the middle three and the best are in the top three grades. The frightening dragon bow Yang Xiaohu mentioned, which is an historical artefact, is not cla.s.sified by the grading system.

“Thank you.” Chu Xun's glance swept across the sword at his waist. “You like this sword?”

“Yes” Lin Canghai nodded repeatedly. “I have always been fond of good swords.”

Chu Xun untied the sheath strapped to his waist and slid the sword back into the sheath. With both hands, he handed the sword to Lin Canghai: “I'll give it to you.”

“No, no, no—–” Lin Canghai hastily waved his hand, his face turning red as he said: “A gentleman should never take something others love. Besides, I don't deserve this, I have done nothing to earn it. I can't accept your sword.”

“You made me understand myself clearly, isn't that a great merit in itself?” Chu Xun said with a smile.

“Understand yourself?” Lin Canghai remained puzzled, asked aloud.

“I'm from the West West Kingdom, because I am well-known since I was born, I had been flattered ever since. I always told myself not to care but I still felt I was walking on air. Today, you deflected my sword with just your fingers, I was deeply shocked but also extremely touched.

“In the divine continent, brave warriors are abundant as the clouds. People who achieved a little success are still a tiny firefly under the Starry Sky. Even if they try their best, others may not see them—–The sky is endless, there are thousands of people with remarkable powers. We must work even harder and fulfil our reasons for coming to Starry Sky.”

“Time should not be wasted, now is the moment to chase the stars. To a man, is there anything more important than that?” Chu Xun once again offered the sword in his hand. “Please accept it. If this sword was gifted away, it would be much more meaningful. The fact that I lost my sword would remind me that I need to work harder.”