Chapter 95: About This Long, About This Big

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“I’m just a scholar. I can’t tell much.”

Upon hearing Feng Xia’s question, the teacher shook his head and sighed. “I’ve more or less heard about your family situation. I thought you had given up on yourself, but I didn’t expect you to cultivate to this extent in secret.”

A smile appeared on his ordinary face. “I’m very glad that you didn’t continue to become depraved. However, you have to remember this at all times…”

The teacher continued to ramble on for a while. Feng Xia did not interrupt and listened patiently.

The other students in the classroom did not show much surprise, as if they were already used to such things.

“I see, I see…”

As Feng Xia listened, he could finally make a rough guess about his current situation.

After he walked into the abandoned classroom, he seemed to have arrived at another time and space. However, Feng Xia did not know if what he was experiencing was just a replay of history or a special illusion.

Furthermore, in this classroom, his identity was not Feng Xia, but a young man who was already 23 years old but still had not graduated from this primary school for divine beings.

This young man’s family was originally quite well-off and could be considered a wealthy family. However, disaster struck and not only did his cultivation turn into nothingness, his relatives and friends were almost all dead!

Since then, the young man never fully recovered.

“In addition, there’s something else that makes me feel concerned…”

Feng Xia returned to his seat and listened to the teacher’s lecture on cultivation techniques while recalling what he had just heard. “Outside of this primary school, there is a war that has been going on for at least a hundred years. The Heavenly Pattern King is currently leading an army to fight against another great world, but in recent years, the news from the front has become more and more grim…”

Heavenly Pattern King!

A great world!

These unfamiliar terms led Feng Xia to think about many other things.

“I’m still missing some key information to reconstruct what happened.” Feng Xia frowned slightly. “I wonder if it will have a bad impact if I ask directly…”

Fortunately, Feng Xia’s attention was gradually attracted by the teacher’s lecture.

Even Feng Xia had to admit that this teacher was indeed a good educator.

Back then, although Patriarch Chenhai treated him very well, the patriarch was a powerful man but not a good teacher to begin with. His education method was by way of spoon-feeding.

“Luckily, I’m talented. Otherwise, I might not have been able to learn Patriarch Chenhai’s cultivation technique.”

Feng Xia sighed for no reason.

In comparison, this teacher lectured in a way that was easy to understand. Even though it was Feng Xia’s first time listening to his lecture, he was quickly attracted by the contents!

That other young man had also already regained consciousness. The expression on his childish face was dark and his arms were crossed in front of his chest. He was just short of writing the words “I’m super unhappy” on his face.

Clang, clang, clang—

After an unknown period of time, a melodious bell suddenly sounded.

The bell tone rang one high and one low, as if it carried endless sorrow and longing. It was able to wake people who were intoxicated in their dreams. At the same time, Feng Xia heard the teacher’s words.

“This lesson will end here. Everyone, have a good rest first.”

Swoosh—

Feng Xia’s hand reached forward, but it caught nothing.

He looked at the empty classroom in a daze. The tables and chairs around him were still neatly arranged, but they were clearly much older than before. The reflection of the sunlight outside the window made everything in front of him seem a little illusory.

“Am I… back?”

Feng Xia blinked as he came to a realization.

However, there was still a strange feeling that lingered in his mind. “What exactly did I do? Did I dream of my youth in primary school?”

Was it Zhuang Zhou dreaming that he was a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming that it was Zhuang Zhou?

Feng Xia looked down at the book in his hand.

The words on the book cover remained unchanged, and… he still could not understand these words.

“Heck, I dreamed that I became a great scholar. When I woke up, I realized that I was still illiterate.” Feng Xia could not help but complain on the spot.

However, this time, he knew the origin of these words.

The common language of the Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom!

“Xia? What are you doing? Why aren’t you moving?”

Zhu Youniang’s voice came from outside the classroom, interrupting Feng Xia’s thoughts, “Do you need me to come over?”

“No need, no need. You don’t have to come in first.”

Feng Xia quickly waved his hand and replied loudly, “Just pull me out in a while!”

He picked up a large pile of books and put them away. Then he flicked the white silk on his waist. Immediately, a force dragged Feng Xia out of the classroom.

The situation in this classroom could be said to be quite strange. Before completely understanding the mechanism of its operation, Feng Xia did not intend to let anyone else enter with him for the time being.

“So, what’s in the classroom?”

As soon as they left the building, Zhu Youniang quickly started chattering. “I saw you standing there for a long time without moving. Just as I was about to do it myself, you suddenly moved.”

“I just saw some people. Oh, right, you said I stood there without moving?” Feng Xia turned his head and asked curiously, “How long did I stand there for?”

If his body did not move at all, then the only thing that left earlier was his consciousness, or could it be his soul?

Upon hearing Feng Xia’s question, the girl frowned slightly. “How long…”

She stretched out a hand and gestured a few times.

“About this long.”

Feng Xia’s eyes twitched. “How long is that!”

He had almost forgotten that even though there were time-keeping tools in this world, Zhu Youniang was originally a demon beast that had yet to develop intelligence. Since she had only transformed to human form recently, she probably did not even have a clear concept of time, let alone know how to use a time-keeping tool!

Her sense of time was probably equivalent to the First Elder’s eyesight…

“Oh… you’re asking how long is this long…”

Zhu Youniang frowned again. The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest and paced back and forth. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and grabbed Feng Xia’s hand excitedly.

“Count it yourself, Xia!”

The girl held Feng Xia’s right palm with both hands and pressed it against her chest.

A wonderful feeling came from his palm. While Feng Xia was slightly stunned, he heard the girl’s bell-like laughter.

“Count to 100. It’s about that long.”

“… Can you even measure time like this?!”

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