Wanli Hao frowned slightly, also feeling he had gone too far.

He couldn't help but curse his impulsiveness inwardly.

"Lin Lang, take two people and help student Qiao Yu to the infirmary."

He waved to Lin Lang behind him.

"Yes, teacher."

Lin Lang had just lifted his foot when he froze on the spot.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up!" Wanli Hao demanded.

"Tea...teacher, look behind you." Lin Lang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Wanli Hao turned his head, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints instantly.

Qiao Yu, who had taken his punch head-on, had somehow stood up again!

Fresh blood poured down his body like a waterfall, and his right arm swung like a broken sack.

Qiao Yu grinned, but the smile looked particularly terrifying with his face covered in blood.

"Wanli Hao, I took that punch!"

This scene was deeply etched in the minds of everyone in the Physical Cultivation Class Two.

Many years later, when those classmates recalled Qiao Yu, they would remember this scene, the stubborn figure covered in blood.

Wanli Hao was also stunned, staring blankly at Qiao Yu. He had used fifty percent of his strength in that punch!

What kind of freak is this kid? Some of his thoughts suddenly changed!

Qiao Yu stubbornly raised his head and said, word by word.

"Did you hear that? I took it!"

"Crap!"

"You!"

"Mom!"

After Qiao Yu finished speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fell backward.

Wanli Hao: "..."

This was the first time someone had cursed his mother and he wasn't angry.

Before Qiao Yu passed out, he vaguely heard two people arguing. One voice was Wanli Hao's, and he couldn't recognize the other old voice.

"Wanli Hao, why did you hit so hard? You're a teacher, getting serious with a student? You're really something!"

"I didn't expect this kid to still have the strength to curse me after taking three of my punches, Lao Shen, I've changed my mind! This kid really should stay in the Physical Cultivation Class!"

"You're talking nonsense! Staying in the Physical Cultivation Class would be a waste of his talent!"

…

When Qiao Yu woke up again, the injuries on his body had healed.

He clenched his fist. His right hand, which had been shattered by Wanli Hao's punch, felt perfectly fine.

"You're awake?"

Wanli Hao's voice suddenly rang out, startling Qiao Yu.

He jumped out of bed, staring warily at Wanli Hao.

Wanli Hao waved his hand.

"Don't worry, I said if you could take that punch, then Wanli Hao would have your back from now on. I mean what I say."

"He doesn't need you to have his back, you can go do whatever you were doing!"

An old man's voice rang out. Qiao Yu looked over and felt that the old man looked familiar.

"He passed my test, so naturally he's a student in my Physical Cultivation Class Two!"

"Wanli Hao! Are you being unreasonable?"

The old man jumped up and cursed.

"We agreed, you beat this kid down and transfer him to my necromancy specialization. Are you going back on your word now?"

Necromancy specialization? Qiao Yu suddenly realized that this old man was Shen Jianshu!

So Wanli Hao wasn't Qin Xuan's man, he was just acting on Shen Jianshu's instructions?

"I've returned all the benefits you gave me. No matter what profession this kid is, his physical body is really strong! He's very suitable to be a physical cultivator!"

Wanli Hao was unyielding, making Shen Jianshu furious.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Wanli Hao, Shen Jianshu turned to look at Qiao Yu.

"Kid, you're a perfectly good necromancer, why do you have to go to the Physical Cultivation Class for no reason?"

"Um... I think physical cultivation is more suitable for me." Qiao Yu casually made up an excuse.

"Suitable my ass!"

Shen Jianshu cursed, directly taking out a pitch-black staff.

With a forceful wave, a black hole formed behind him.

Immediately afterward, a snow-white bone dragon emerged from the black hole, its terrifying dragon might making it difficult for Qiao Yu to breathe.

This wasn't the dragon phantom summoned by Yang Xiangdi with his Earth Dragon Bomb; this was a real dragon corpse!

Even Wanli Hao's face was full of apprehension.

"Don't necromancers have any prestige? A casual chat, and the enemy's ships are reduced to ashes. Isn't that more prestigious than a physical cultivator stupidly rushing up to fight in close combat?"

Wanli Hao gave Shen Jianshu a resentful look, but didn't refute him.

Just from the fighting style alone, necromancers were indeed much more elegant.

"As long as you join the necromancy specialization, I can teach you all these skills, including all kinds of necromancy techniques."

"As long as you join the necromancy specialization, you can be like me in the future, summoning a bone dragon with a wave of your hand!"

After Shen Jianshu finished speaking, he looked at Qiao Yu with anticipation.

Recruiting students for their necromancy specialization was really too difficult. Last year, they finally had a necromancy freshman, but he was snatched away by Huaqing University.

Shen Jianshu was determined not to let this one go this year.

"Professor Shen, is there a possibility that I can first master the path of physical cultivation, and then transition to become a necromancer?" Qiao Yu said with an embarrassed smile.

"Impossible!"

Shen Jianshu said decisively.

"Putting aside whether you have enough energy, physical cultivation focuses on strength and secondary defense, while necromancy focuses on spirit and secondary intelligence. The two are completely unrelated, and you won't have enough attribute points!"

"Trying to do too much at once will only lead to failure. The consequence of doing so is wasting your talent and eventually becoming mediocre!"

Qiao Yu pondered for a while, then said with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, Professor Shen, but I still want to stay in the Physical Cultivation Class."

He could tell that Shen Jianshu was wholeheartedly doing it for his own good, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to expose his secrets to Shen Jianshu.

"This..."

Shen Jianshu was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Qiao Yu to react this way.

"Ah, I understand."

Shen Jianshu sighed, took out a card and handed it to Qiao Yu.

"With this card, you can find me at the faculty apartments. If you change your mind, come find me anytime."

Qiao Yu took the card and said to Shen Jianshu.

"Professor Shen, thank you."

Shen Jianshu didn't say anything, turning around and disappearing into the black hole along with the bone dragon.

Qiao Yu's eyes widened. Necromancy spells could be used like this?

"Alright, you should rest well first. Remember to gather at the usual place at seven o'clock tomorrow."

Wanli Hao patted Qiao Yu's shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave as well.

"Teacher Wan, wait!"

Qiao Yu called out to Wanli Hao. He felt that the misunderstanding just now should be cleared up.

"I want to explain to you, when I cursed your mother just now, I wasn't really cursing your mother."

Wanli Hao's body stiffened.

"That mother was just something I imagined, it was illusory, like a spiritual body, it doesn't actually exist."

Qiao Yu didn't notice that Wanli Hao's fists were clenched tightly, and continued to explain on his own.

"Cursing your mother at that time was just a release of my emotions, I wasn't really cursing your mother, you can understand it as Schrödinger's mother."

"So I hope Teacher Wan won't take it to heart, your mother is still your mother, I wouldn't really do something that violates human ethics."

"Teacher Wan, can you understand my explanation..."

Bang!

Before Qiao Yu could finish speaking, Wanli Hao punched him on the top of his head.

Qiao Yu peacefully fell asleep with his hands clasped together.

There was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.