Chapter 2: Senior, Your Skirt Seems a Little Short

Chapter 2: Senior, Your Skirt Seems a Bit Short

At that moment, Qin Zhe himself was utterly bewildered, standing rooted to the spot, uncertain what to do. His attention had just been absorbed by the panel, and he’d felt someone shove him—a forceful push, at that. Yet he never expected that person to be launched like a cannonball.

Was that... my doing?

Qin Zhe gazed blankly toward the pile of garbage opposite the school gate.

Before he could think further, the garbage heap erupted with a thunderous roar, moldy vegetable leaves and assorted trash swirling through the air.

“Martial Arts Department trash! Are you looking for trouble?”

A figure soared out of the heap, face twisted with fury.

Clearly, the other had been enraged, and Qin Zhe began to panic. Especially since the guy had leaves stuck to his head as he rose, looking oddly fierce.

In this moment of danger, Qin Zhe’s mind raced. He glanced at Gu Ming, who stood nearby.

“Gu, how many credits are deducted for assaulting a Discipline Committee officer on duty? Will the Academy discipline you?”

As soon as he spoke, the figure in the air seemed to freeze, his aura dissipating instantly.

Watching as the man silently landed and stalked toward the gate with a face as if someone owed him money, Qin Zhe’s lips curled into a smile.

Ha! Try challenging me!

Do you understand authority—no, duty?

Though Qin Zhe was still new to this world, uncertain about many things, the Discipline Committee apparently wielded considerable power.

As the man approached, Qin Zhe drawled lazily, “You’re late, classmate.”

“……”

The man halted in silence, bloodshot eyes glaring at Qin Zhe for a moment. He fished a transparent stone from his pocket.

“A mid-grade spirit stone. Consider it payment for credits.”

He tossed the stone to the ground and strode through the gate.

Seeing him leave the spirit stone behind, Qin Zhe didn’t press further. Authority is one thing, but it’s no excuse for arrogance or bullying.

Besides, Qin Zhe was intrigued by the spirit stone. Something he’d only read about in novels now appeared before him—how could he not examine it?

He bent to pick up the spirit stone, turning it over in his hand, then calmly slipped it into his pocket under everyone’s gaze.

Gu Ming, already stunned by Qin Zhe’s audacious moves, hurried over the moment he saw Qin Zhe “fill his own pockets” in public.

“Qin, you’re something else! The people from the Demonic Arts Department are usually so domineering, but you’ve put them in their place. They’ll know better next time!”

After his praise, Gu Ming grinned, rubbing his hands together.

“That spirit stone…”

“It’s mine.”

“……”

Gu Ming’s mouth twitched, reluctant to let it go. But seasoned as Qin Zhe was, he wouldn’t give him a chance.

“Senior, your skirt seems a bit short—just now…”

Qin Zhe looked at the girl from earlier, not finishing his sentence, but his gaze pointedly flicked toward Gu Ming.

The girl had witnessed Qin Zhe “oppress” the Demonic Arts student, and was secretly surprised at how bold the Martial Arts had become. Hearing him, she paused, then narrowed her eyes dangerously as realization dawned.

“Gu Ming, let me see your phone.”

Faced with the girl’s menacing “request,” Gu Ming shuddered and turned to flee without a word.

He had already drawn his flying sword—if he didn’t run now, he’d be chopped to pieces!

Watching Gu Ming disappear in a chase, Qin Zhe clicked his tongue.

This is youth!

Looking back, who didn’t delight in provoking girls and being chased for fun?

To be hunted by a girl wielding a flying sword—what a thrill!

Retracting his gaze, Qin Zhe’s thoughts darkened as he checked the panel in his mind again.

Race: Human (20% Atavism)
Talent: Rebound
Potential Points: 0
Spiritual Sense: 0
Spiritual Energy: 0
Realm: None
Divine Ability: None

Gone! The constitution section had vanished entirely!

The race now displayed something strange!

Qin Zhe was nearly in tears.

What does 20% Atavism mean? Was he regressing toward his ape ancestors?

The talent section was interesting—most likely, it was the rebound talent that had launched the Demonic Arts student earlier.

…

In a blink, afternoon arrived.

Qin Zhe sat in the Martial Arts classroom, phone in hand, browsing online information with a troubled expression.

After a morning’s effort, he’d learned quite a bit about this world.

Compared to his previous world, this place was almost a duplicate. The internet, technology, history—all very similar, as if he’d entered a parallel universe.

The difference was, this world had experienced a “spiritual energy tide,” something found only in novels.

In short, this was a world of spiritual energy revival!

Here, not only could one cultivate immortality and martial arts, but all sorts of spirit beasts, monsters, and even demon beasts existed!

Yet compared to the fantastical worlds of novels, with their constant violence and treasure hunts, this world was much more peaceful.

Power still fundamentally rested with nations, not sects, reducing conflicts. Both martial artists and cultivators were constrained by law.

In addition, schools no longer merely taught knowledge, but specialized in various cultivation methods.

What troubled Qin Zhe was that he seemed to have chosen the narrow path…

Cultivators here clearly held higher status than martial artists, their limits worlds apart.

The fifth tier was the martial artist’s ceiling, while cultivators could reach the astonishing tenth tier!

Unlike martial arts, cultivating immortality required aptitude.

And just a few hours ago, Qin Zhe had missed the “life-changing” opportunity!

All the panel’s status bars—spiritual sense, energy, realm, divine ability—were tied to cultivation, yet he’d spent all his potential points on constitution…

Fortunately, the panel remained. There must be other ways to gain potential points.

He sighed, put away his phone, and fell into thought.

As his understanding deepened, he gradually accepted the reality of his transmigration, and began to face the challenges ahead.

As for his identity, he had apparently replaced his counterpart in this world, but inherited none of his memories.

This was a serious problem!

Because not only did soul possession exist here—it was considered a grave crime under the law!

If anyone noticed his oddities, Qin Zhe’s fate would be dire. He had to find a way to learn about his predecessor’s past.

As he pondered, a commotion suddenly came from the classroom door, followed by a cold voice.

“Qin Zhe, do you dare to go to the training arena with me?”

“Hm?”

Qin Zhe frowned and looked up, his expression turning strange.

Standing at the door was none other than the unlucky fellow he’d launched that morning—Zhou Wentong.

Earlier, after barely escaping the senior’s pursuit, Gu Ming had warned him: people from the Demonic Arts Department were notorious for their pride, and Zhou Wentong was particularly troublesome. He wouldn’t let things go easily.

He hadn’t expected him to come so soon…

After a brief thought, Qin Zhe smiled and stood up.

“Bro, there’s not much bad blood between us, right? The training arena isn’t for play. If you lose to me, it’ll be hard to save face.”

(End of chapter)