Bang...! A loud bang echoed, and waves of pain pulsed from his forehead. Mu Yun struggled to open his eyes.
Where is this place? Mu Yun wondered.
Currently, he was still in a classroom, only Mu Yun wasn't sitting in a student's seat; he was standing on the podium.
Looking at the students, about fifteen or sixteen years old, sitting below, their eyes wide and staring at him as if they'd seen a monster, Mu Yun shook his head, which throbbed as if he might faint.
- Didn't I die? Why am I here?
- Heaven Fate Continent, Southern Cloud Empire!
- I'm not dead? And I transmigrated? This guy's name is also Mu Yun? This is... quite a coincidence, isn't it? But what era is this now?
After a brief merging of memories, Mu Yun stood alone on the podium, wearing an ink-colored long robe, muttering to himself.
It's just that the guy he transmigrated into seemed a bit unlucky.
This Mu Yun was an illegitimate child, unwelcomed by his father and the family's main wife. He had been a cultivation waste since childhood and was not favored by his father.
As a result, ten years ago, he was sent from the capital of the Southern Cloud Empire – Southern Cloud City – to the desolate Northern Cloud City, to a branch of the Mu family.
However, upon arriving in Northern Cloud City, Mu Yun's life became even more unbearable. Within the branch family, he still carried the moniker of a waste, had no status whatsoever, and even the servants dared to bully him.
Fortunately, this young master couldn't practice martial arts, but he loved to read books.
And since people remembered he was, after all, the son of the Mu family patriarch, they gave him some face and secured him a position as a tutor at Northern Cloud Academy in Northern Cloud City.
On normal days, he would explain some knowledge of alchemy and artifact refining to the students, but it was all textbook knowledge, merely repeating what was written.
Logically, this should have been a very easy task.
However, this Mu Yun was inherently dull-witted, had been bullied since childhood, and possessed a weak personality.
For him, even lecturing was an extreme torment.
Gradually, all the students here came to understand this tutor's personality, knew his reputation, and gradually stopped taking him seriously.
- Damn it! I can't believe you were so unlucky. Don't worry, now we are one person; from now on, no one will disrespect you again!
Collecting his thoughts, Mu Yun spoke, full of confidence.
- Oh, Tutor Mu, who are you talking to? Don't tell me a student's chalk has turned your brain into mush?
Just as Mu Yun was merging memories, a burst of laughter rang out in his ear. Finally, the entire class couldn't help but burst into laughter.
- Silence! Mu Yun's face was cold. He then stared at the laughing student and suddenly roared.
In his previous life, as the supreme Immortal King of myriad great worlds, Mu Yun detested being interrupted when he was contemplating something!
Shouted at by Mu Yun, all thirty or forty students in the class suddenly fell silent, each of them with mouths agape, eyes wide, staring at Tutor Mu before them as if they had seen a monster.
- What era is this now? Is that old man, Heavenly Venerate Ku Hai, still in charge of the Three Thousand Minor Worlds?
Seeing the numerous students dumbfounded, Mu Yun didn't care and just said casually.
However, as soon as they heard Mu Yun's words, the mouths of those thirty or forty students gaped open like chicken eggs, then widened into the shape of goose eggs, staring blankly at Mu Yun.
- Haha... Suddenly, an unrestrained laugh rang out again. It was still that same student.
Dressed in white martial arts attire, his hair tied back at the nape of his neck, he looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years old. His appearance was quite handsome, but his boisterous laughter made you hesitant to try and curry favor with him.
"Mo Yang, what are you laughing at?"
Having merged with the memories of the "Mu Yun" whose body he had taken over, Mu Yun knew this student was named Mo Yang and was usually a troublemaker!
"Teacher Mu, outsiders always say you're just a bookish good-for-nothing, unable to practice martial arts. I think they're completely wrong!"
Mo Yang laughed boisterously and said, "To call you a good-for-nothing is truly an insult to the word itself! Have you read so much you've gone stupid? Haha...!"
"Ku Hai Heavenly Venerate, Ku Hai Heavenly Venerate has been a legend from ten thousand years ago, whether he even exists is unknown, and you actually asked, asked *him*...!"
Haha... Mo Yang clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he couldn't stand straight. He leaned against the desk, pointing at Mu Yun, laughing until tears streamed down his face.
"Ten thousand years ago?"
Mu Yun was stunned.
Unexpectedly, he had been reborn ten thousand years later!