Chapter 1 Morning

As the stars faded, the morning sun rose.

Qiao Yu washed up and went to the classroom. Many people were curious as to why he hadn't been expelled by Dean Gan Fofu.

Some guessed that he had already been expelled, but was shamelessly clinging on and refusing to leave.

But these whispers fell silent the moment *that* man arrived.

"Tian'e, classmate~"

Carl came over, rubbing his hands together, like an oversized green bottle fly.

"What's up? Want another beating?"

Looking at the smile on Carl's face, Qiao Yu felt like this was a weasel visiting a chicken, harboring ill intentions.

"No, no." Carl waved his hands repeatedly. "The thing is, after being educated by you yesterday! I returned to the dormitory and thought long and hard, and felt that we're all classmates in the same class, we should get along amicably!"

"Yesterday's events were my fault first, I apologize to you, I'm sorry!"

"As compensation, I'll give you this sword as a gift!"

Then Carl took out the Worryfree Sword from his bosom. The moment the Worryfree Sword was drawn, the eyes of the entire class were drawn to it.

Especially a young man with short golden hair and a high nose bridge, his breathing became rapid.

His name was Du Kaiwen, and he had fallen in love with the Worryfree Sword at first sight.

He firmly believed that this sword was his, Du Kaiwen's, destined sword!

But now, someone was actually going to give his destined sword away as a gift? How could Du Kaiwen tolerate this!

What difference was there between this and giving his wife away to someone else? A green tinge appeared on Kevin's head, and anger flared in his eyes.

"What bad intentions is this kid harboring?" Qiao Yu thought to himself.

Then he raised an eyebrow, glanced at Carl, and reached out to take the Worryfree Sword.

Regardless of what conspiracies Carl had, this was indeed an A-grade longsword, and he wasn't going to refuse a free gift!

He would meet soldiers with generals, and water with earth.

The moment Qiao Yu grasped the Worryfree Sword, Zhulong's Crescent Blade suddenly trembled violently.

"Are you saying this sword... has a weapon spirit? It's just that it's injured too badly and is dormant?"

The message from Zhu Jiuyin shocked Qiao Yu, and then he took another deep look at Carl. Carl's smile became even brighter.

It seemed that Carl shouldn't know that this sword had a weapon spirit, otherwise, he would never have given this sword to him.

Seeing this, Qiao Yu immediately put the Worryfree Sword away, and the smile on his face also became very bright.

"Thank you, Carl, you're really a great guy!"

"No, no, you're the great guy!"

Qiao Yu and Carl, two people each with their own ulterior motives, held each other's hands tightly, their faces full of smiles.

One was happy that his plan had succeeded, and the other was happy to have obtained a longsword with an awakened weapon spirit.

But Du Kaiwen was not happy. After Carl left, he walked out with a dark face.

"Where's that longsword from just now? Take it out and give it to me!" Du Kaiwen ordered in an almost commanding tone.

"Who are you?" Qiao Yu looked at this Du Kaiwen like he was looking at a madman.

"I am the No. 1 Sword Cultivator of the Pantheon Academy! Du Kaiwen!" Du Kaiwen snorted lightly with his hands behind his back, his face full of arrogance.

"Du Kaiwen?" Qiao Yu was shocked, the smile on the corner of Du Kaiwen's mouth became even more presumptuous, and then Qiao Yu shook his head: "Never heard of him."

Du Kaiwen's smile instantly froze on his face, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to make.

If you didn't know him, why were you so surprised? Brother, are you an idiot? You really are a genius!

"Stop talking nonsense, give me that sword, I can say a few good words to Dean Gan Fofu so you can stay in the genius class!"

"And in the future, I, Du Kaiwen, will watch over you in the Pantheon Academy! I guarantee that no one will dare to bully you, how about it? This condition is very cost-effective, right?"

Du Kaiwen squinted at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu sneered in his heart. This condition was cost-effective? Isn't this just pure freeloading? This guy really has a thick skin.

He could have directly snatched the Worryfree Sword, but he still drew a big pie for Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu looked up at Carl, who had a gloating smile on his face.

This was a proper conspiracy, and he wasn't afraid that Qiao Yu wouldn't take the bait.

As long as Qiao Yu wanted this Worryfree Sword, he would definitely provoke Du Kaiwen, this villain.

Don't look at Du Kaiwen as a sword cultivator, he doesn't have the magnanimity of a sword cultivator at all. He is famous for being vindictive and睚眦必报 (yázìbìbào - cannot tolerate even the slightest offense) in the Pantheon Academy.

Just as Carl was gloating, he suddenly saw Qiao Yu smile at him too.

"Du Kaiwen, right? How about this, you help me kill someone, and I'll immediately offer the Worryfree Sword with both hands!" Qiao Yu said with a smile.

"Is this true? You won't lie to me, will you?" Du Kaiwen's eyes lit up with joy.

Qiao Yu patted his chest to guarantee it.

"You're kidding, go out and ask around, who doesn't know the name of my, Ward Locke Tian'e, as a man of his word and a man of gold?"

Seeing that Du Kaiwen's face was still full of suspicion, Qiao Yu directly threw out his trump card.

"How about this, I swear to the heavens, if you help me kill someone and I don't give you the Worryfree Sword, then let me never become a king-ranked body refiner, okay?"

Du Kaiwen's eyes instantly lit up.

"Okay! I promise, tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Seeing that Du Kaiwen had taken the bait, a smile finally appeared on Qiao Yu's face.

The always taciturn Scholar Ghost couldn't help but speak at this moment.

"Qiao Yu, although I'm not human, you're really a dog!"

"What's wrong? I didn't lie to him." Qiao Yu spread his hands, with an innocent look on his face: "Ward Locke Tian'e is a man of his word, what does it have to do with Qiao Yu? And I really can't become a king-ranked body refiner, I can only become a king-ranked necromancer."

The Scholar Ghost shook his head. Anyone who deals with this kid is really unlucky. He had been a ghost for so long, and this was the first time he had seen such a dog-like person.

"Hurry up and tell me, who do you want me to kill?" Du Kaiwen couldn't help but urge, the excitement in his eyes was hard to hide.

The Worryfree Sword that he had been thinking about day and night was finally about to be his!

"Kill him!" Qiao Yu reached out and pointed to Carl, who was eating melon seeds and watching the show with a gloating expression.

Carl's smile instantly froze, and the melon seeds he had just eaten were choked into his trachea by Qiao Yu's saucy move.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Carl's face turned red, and he wanted to explain, but he coughed crazily as soon as he opened his mouth.

He was really panicking at this time. Who knew if Du Kaiwen, this psychopath, would suddenly attack him?

Damn! He ate melon seeds and it landed on him!

Fortunately, Du Kaiwen still had some sense. He frowned. This guy with a conversion ratio of only 0.4 was obviously easier to deal with than Carl.

After all, Carl and Codyger and the other three were like Siamese twins, one pulling a hair moves the whole body. Du Kaiwen didn't have the confidence to deal with all four of them at the same time, otherwise he would have snatched the Worryfree Sword from Codyger's hands long ago.

"Carl won't do, no one in this genius class will do, you can choose anyone else, I can kill them all!" Du Kaiwen refused Qiao Yu.

"You can choose anyone else?" Qiao Yu's eyes lit up. "That's great, then help me kill Gan Fofu!"

"Kill Gan Fofu? Are you talking about Dean Gan Fofu of our Pantheon Academy? Or is it just the same name?" Du Kaiwen looked dazed, seeming a little unable to believe his ears.

"Yes! It's Dean Gan Fofu! Kill him!" Qiao Yu nodded with a serious face.

Coincidentally, Gan Fofu, who had come to class, pushed open the door of the classroom at this time.

Hearing that someone wanted to kill him, Gan Fofu was stunned for a moment, and then he snapped his fingers and tore his robe apart, revealing his firm eight-pack abs, his face full of excitement.

Since becoming a top-tier fire mage, Gan Fofu hasn't had the chance to fight anyone for a long time, and he feels like his old bones are rusting.

Hearing that someone wanted to kill him at this time, he was as happy as if he had married a young wife!

"Who wants to kill me? Come on, come on! Unleash your full power, don't hold back, my staff is already thirsty!"