Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 872 - 434: The Truant Dragon: Playing the Grandson Today (Part 2)

From now on, when you see them, make them call you 'teacher' first, then 'brother'.

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Zhang Ze soon arrived at the classroom where he was supposed to teach.

The place was easy to find, as the entire main campus had just been completed, and this was the only classroom on the left with people in it.

Every classroom was made of special materials and set with arrays to prevent spying and isolate the inside from the outside.

Zhang Ze cleared his throat and pushed the door open to enter.

"Everyone be quiet now, we're starting... start... start the class now..."

Seeing the situation in the room, Zhang Ze's voice gradually lowered.

He realized that Shi Xiu had tricked him.

No wonder Shi Xiu was in such a hurry when he left, he pointed out a path and then disappeared, even swearing to the lamp.

Turns out he was waiting for this.

Shi Xiu's 'small' wasn't referring to Small Ascender, but the small classroom.

This classroom wasn't big, only accommodating about thirty people, and even then it wasn't completely full.

In this classroom, apart from Zhang Ze, everyone else was an old demon.

Outside, they'd all be figures of the Ancestor level.

The youngest one, who insisted she was forever sixteen, had an age of over two thousand years according to the sect's roster.

And it seemed intentional that, upon seeing Zhang Ze, all these Old Ascenders began to act young on purpose.

Several unfamiliar faces were sitting in the front row, looking at Zhang Ze with an expression of obedient students waiting for the teacher, quiet and ready to receive a little red flower after class.

Some had even specially transformed into the appearance of children, blinking big eyes while looking at Zhang Ze.

In the last two rows near the window, a couple of people were whispering, whether they were laughing at Zhang Ze or recalling something funny was unclear, but their faces were scrunched up like chrysanthemums.

But Zhang Ze didn't dare to speak because the person leading the disruption was his master, the Pavilion Master of the Seventh Sword Pavilion, Zhengyi.

Pavilion Master Zhengyi saw Zhang Ze looking at him, smiled and nodded, then turned back to continue chatting with the old man behind him.

He also couldn't reproach the old man behind Pavilion Master Zhengyi; that was Master Cheng, the junior to Tang's master.

Cultivation at the early Mahayana stage.

When Master Cheng looked over, Zhang Ze quickly gave an awkward smile and then, like a primary school student, bowed his head, not daring to make eye contact.

Because he felt guilty.

Previously, when he went to the Northern Territory to find Miemie, Zhang Ze and Junior Sister first visited the Ancestral Master's Mausoleum at Dragon Tiger Mountain, where they stirred up a wasp's nest.

With the mentality of sacrificing fellow Daoists rather than oneself, Zhang Ze and Li lured the several thousand five-to-six-meter-long giant mutant cockroaches over to the Ancestral Master's Mausoleum...

Master Cheng was still looking for which bastard had done this today.

In a daze, Zhang Ze felt a sharp glare slicing him into fine pieces, startling him.

Following the gaze, he turned toward the door and saw his brother-in-law, Chen Mushi, standing there glaring at him.

Having not seen him for a while, Zhang Ze didn't miss him.

Chen Mushi's over two-meter-tall figure blocked the door entirely. He scrutinized Zhang Ze from top to bottom, snorted coldly, and walked into the classroom.

He placed his 1.8-meter sword box beside the podium, then sat directly in the seat of the left protector, staring intently at Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze felt that his brother-in-law might still not have forgiven him.

He really wanted to ask, "What are you looking at?"

But it was just a thought; he didn't have the courage.

Fortunately, until everyone arrived, there was only one protector on the left, and no additional formidable figure appeared on the right side of the podium.

As the youngest student in the room, Zhang Ze stood a bit nervously on the podium, unsure of how to start speaking.

He really had never seen such a scene before.

Zhang Ze sighed, pretending that the Old Ascenders below were all large radishes.

He silently recited the radish-cabbage song a few times, then turned around and started writing on the crystal stone screen.

[Lesson One: Understanding the Postnatal Dao Pill]

He planned to teach from behind, turning his back to everyone to ease his own awkwardness.

"Um... um, please come up and claim..."

After finishing writing, Zhang Ze opened a small box, which contained the Postnatal Dao Pills he had made earlier that morning.

These were all teaching tools.

Before he finished speaking, all the Old Ascenders in the classroom waved their hands, and the Postnatal Dao Pills in the box were levitated towards them.

"Continue," his brother-in-law said, holding a small pill and lifting his chin, indicating for Zhang Ze to continue the lesson.

"Alright... alright..." Zhang Ze responded quietly.

"Don't be afraid of him, just say what you need to say," said Pavilion Master Zhengyi, sitting in the second-to-last row near the window.

"Alright, alright..." Zhang Ze's voice grew softer.

"Turn around! Why so stiff? Be more open!" said the grandmother from the Celestial Sect, who insisted she was sixteen.

"Alright... alright..." Zhang Ze buzzed in response like a mosquito.

That year he was eighteen, standing there like a lackey.

This wasn't becoming a teacher; it was becoming a grandson.

Feeling quite uncomfortable due to the Reversed Heavenly Gang, Zhang Ze awkwardly held the newly printed teaching materials from this morning and stammered through the lesson.

Soon, though, Zhang Ze found himself losing control of the situation.

It wasn't that the Old Ascenders disrespected him; on the contrary, even his brother-in-law was kind to him, not targeting or rattling him.

But there were issues among the Old Ascenders themselves.

The camaraderie wasn't strong.

Every time Zhang Ze lectured for a while, they would start discussing among themselves due to a particular sentence, then the discussions would turn into arguments, and arguments into small skirmishes...

"You old fool, what are you talking about? You've lived all these years like a dog..."

"Ha, incomprehensibly stupid! Take this strike—Iron Fist Skull Cracker!"