Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 530 My art style is superior to yours!
Just as Lao Chen was about to say something more...

"Jingle Bell--"

The sharp school bell abruptly ripped through the morning hustle and bustle, like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last bit of restlessness in the classroom.

Even Chen Li, who had been nagging Wang Li about "descendant loans," was startled by the ringing of the bell and quickly shut his mouth.

A dream is just a dream; it shouldn't be taken as reality.

But the teacher's authority was a real and undeniable presence hanging over everyone's head.

The echo of the bell was still lingering in the air when the homeroom teacher's figure was already positioned at the doorway right on time.

His gaze swept over them with a cold intensity.

The classroom, which had been making some rustling noises just moments before, suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the dust settling down, with only the soft sounds of chairs being dragged and pages turning.

An invisible pressure spread out, weighing heavily on everyone's back.

That's the aura that high-level martial artists naturally possess.

Without realizing it, everyone straightened their backs a bit.

"Basic Internal Skills Theory, Chapter 3".

The teacher spoke, his voice flat and monotone, getting straight to the point.

"Today we will review the operating principles of the twelve levels of martial arts, as well as the key points of internal energy transportation in the twelve meridians."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across every face in the class like fine shards of ice.

"This part is not only the core of the college entrance examination, which accounts for a large portion of the score," he said, his tone becoming more serious. "It is also the foundation of your martial arts cultivation. The depth of your understanding directly relates to when you will condense your first wisp of true qi, how you will open up your eight extraordinary meridians, and even... your future potential."

"Listen carefully, everyone, and don't get distracted."

The words were like cold raindrops, dripping and pattering, striking the hearts of everyone.

Under that cold gaze, even the most restless students in the class became as docile as quails.

Well, Wang is definitely not included here.

The Wang Li of today is no longer the novice who was stuck at the third level of martial arts apprenticeship and had no way to advance or retreat.

Having been tempered through countless dungeon worlds and absorbed countless extraordinary knowledge, he has long since been transformed.

Putting aside the mysterious power systems within him, Wang Li has already reached the true "Martial Artist" level in terms of Han martial arts alone!

how about it?
Just asking are you afraid?
If Wang's progress in martial arts were made public, it would probably scare his younger sister, Wang Lulu, who only knows how to gnaw on ducks, so much that she might lose another front tooth!
"With my abilities, let's see who dares to call me a good-for-nothing!"

Wang Li rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head towards the window, her eyes glazed over, and felt incredibly happy.

Of course, in the eyes of the teacher and most of his classmates, his appearance was undoubtedly the epitome of daydreaming.

The teacher's gaze swept over him, but he only silently passed by without uttering a word of reprimand.

There's no way around it; there are some things that ordinary students might not know, but how could he not know?
Wang Li is now a disciple of Chen Mulin, a peerless expert from Chang'an who is at the Martial Venerable level!

Wu Zun!
Zhang Yuan, it seems he'll likely only ever stay at the Martial Artist level for the rest of his life.

In Laijun City, a fourth-tier border city of the Great Han Federation, the highest level of martial arts has never been more than "Martial Grandmaster" for decades.

Even with his wildest imagination, he couldn't quite picture the unparalleled magnificence of the "Martial Venerable." Wang Li, that kid, had truly latched onto an incredibly powerful patron, and was now living off a kept man.

Hey!
If it weren't for the fact that the conditions were absolutely not right, the old teacher himself would have loved to take his place...

Of course, only Wang Li himself knew that although he was happy at the moment, his mind was not idle.

At this infinitely high vantage point in the material universe, where no one can reach, the self-governing, indifferently operating "microcosm" within him is expanding and stretching at a rhythm exceeding the speed of light. Countless disordered threads of time, and the tangled mess of cause and effect he has stirred up, all need to be untangled.

Last night's domestic dispute with my "future self" made this already tangled ball of yarn even more chaotic, like a ball of yarn that had been trampled by ten thousand wild cats at the same time.

These threads connect the past, present, and future, stringing together countless possibilities, and also hooking those "foreign objects" that quietly sneak in during the upheavals of time and space.

In the classroom, the teacher's voice flowed steadily as he explained the complex pathways of the meridians and the key points of internal energy circulation.

Sitting next to him, Chen Li secretly glanced at Wang Li and saw that he still looked lazy.

He muttered to himself, "That guy, which girl has he hooked up with this time? He dares to daydream so blatantly during the teacher's class... But, his eyes seem a little frighteningly empty?"

Old Chen naturally couldn't see that behind Wang Li's empty eyes lay a vast scene of countless stars rising and falling, and rules intertwining.

Wang Li's posture remained unchanged, her eyes slightly vacant, as if she were lost in thought.

But deep within his consciousness, a silent storm was brewing.

The boundaries of the microcosm are constantly expanding at the conceptual level, not in a physical sense, but in an extension of the dimension of existence.

Each "star" that is lit up and defined operates according to its own rules, emitting distinct energy ripples.

These ripples interfere with and harmonize with each other, attempting to guide the raging river of time towards a relatively calm channel.

But the causal chain that belongs to oneself... is indeed tricky.

It is entangled with too many things.

The choices she made at different points in time, along with those of Brother Yuanzhu, Sister Qingfu, her younger sister, and other beings with whom she had causal connections, all became inextricably linked to her.

What's more troublesome is that some creatures from other worlds, some profound, some eerie, and some filled with ominous energy, also attach themselves to it like leeches, drawing information from it and even attempting to infiltrate it from the opposite direction.

That guy, "Godslayer Wang Li," seemed to have only come to complain and fight last night, but the ripples in spacetime he stirred up made several already fragile "nodes" even more precarious.

It is filled with chaos, mystery, and indescribable things, like countless fragments of time bubbles made up of broken worlds from future timelines.

This requires Wang Li to have extremely precise control and an absolute understanding of her own power.

If you're not careful, it might not be as simple as a knotted ball of yarn; it could directly cause the collapse of local spacetime or attract something even more troublesome.

However, multitasking, or even using multiple things at once, has become the norm for Wang Li now.

Wang Li would have to use her inner universe to expel, devour, or seal them away one by one.

As for certain nodes, one could even faintly sense the familiar... fluctuations of the Saint Seiya cosmos, mixed with the prayerful thoughts of young girls.

Even with Wang Li's extensive knowledge, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly at this moment. "What? Does my main world somehow end up in the Saint Seiya multiverse's Saint Seiya Girls worldview?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that art style..."

"So what? My art style is far superior to yours, you idiot!"

(End of this chapter)