"Goodbye, Teacher Jiang!"
As noon approached, all the new students of Donghai Martial Arts Academy, except for Wang Zhisheng, stood in formation and bowed to Jiang Wuming, their words filled with respect.
Originally, after hearing Dean Ren Xiaoyao's speech at the opening ceremony, they had learned of Jiang Zhan and the three thousand Loulan soldiers defending their homeland, and held Jiang Zhan in high esteem.
However, Wang Zhisheng had previously stepped forward, slandering Jiang Wuming in various ways, which caused them to have reservations about Jiang Wuming, and even reduced their respect for Jiang Zhan.
But—
Jiang Wuming, putting aside past grievances, taught them the supreme Buddhist skill, "Vajra Fist," in class. Coupled with Su Qiang's victory over Wang Zhisheng using "Vajra Fist," Wang Zhisheng's lies were exposed, and the new students' perception of Jiang Wuming changed once again.
"Goodbye, students."
Jiang Wuming waved his hand at the new students.
"Teacher Jiang, when will you teach us next time?" a student dared to ask.
"There will be opportunities."
Hearing this and seeing the students' expectant expressions, Jiang Wuming thought for a moment and said.
"Hooray!"
Upon hearing Jiang Wuming's reply, almost all the students cheered.
Jiang Wuming smiled, said no more, and left the training ground first, heading towards Shenxianju, the faculty residence of Donghai Martial Arts Academy.
Last night, after dinner, Jiang Wuming was about to leave, but Xia Xueqin insisted he stay in Sword Valley to hear about his experiences over the years.
Through the notebook about Jiang Zhan, Jiang Wuming had learned about his father's past and the love story between Xia Xueqin and his father. He felt respect for Xia Xueqin and also considerable sympathy—she had loved Jiang Zhan her whole life but ultimately gained nothing.
She had even chosen not to marry anyone else!
As for Xia Dong, he was an adopted child of Xia Xueqin.
Facing Xia Xueqin's insistence, Jiang Wuming stayed in Sword Valley last night and told Xia Xueqin a modified version of his experiences.
Although he could feel Xia Xueqin's concern for him, he ultimately did not tell her his true experiences or his identity as the Hall Master of the War Dragon Hall.
This was the instruction from Daoist Tian Long back then, and it was also the decision Jiang Wuming made after learning about his father's deeds.
Reason told him that if news of him being the Hall Master of the War Dragon Hall spread, it would definitely shock the global martial arts world and attract countless killing intents.
His father, Jiang Zhan, had made too many enemies back then!
Especially in the battle where his father Jiang Zhan washed the War God Hall's hunting team base, he not only crippled Anthony@Roman but also killed martial arts geniuses from all over the world!
Jiang Wuming knew very well that once his identity as Jiang Zhan's son was exposed, various forces, including the Roman family, would definitely want to kill him. However, due to the deterrence of the Dragon Country's Martial Department, they would not dare to send people to commit murder.
But if his identity as the Hall Master of the War Dragon Hall were exposed, absolutely some forces would take the risk!
And the most likely one would be the Roman family!
After all, a twenty-year-old War God, a overlord capable of killing a Two-Star War God, ranking first on the Two-Star War God list, was a threat to any force!
No force would allow such an enemy to fully grow, or it would become their disaster!
...
"Buzz..."
As Jiang Wuming was nearing Shenxianju, his phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out, saw it was Qin Xiaozhi calling, and answered directly.
"Boss, I just heard that your first class at Donghai Martial Arts Academy was a great success, the students adore you, and they even want you to continue teaching them."
Qin Xiaozhi spoke first, conveying the information he had just received.
"You're very well-informed," Jiang Wuming chuckled.
"Boss, the Qin family manages the Martial Department's Eastern Domain Legion. Although Donghai Martial Arts Academy is directly under the Martial Department Headquarters, it's certainly closely connected with the Eastern Domain Legion."
Qin Xiaozhi also smiled, then hesitated and asked, "Boss, I heard you promised the students that you'd teach them again if there are opportunities?"
"Yes."
Jiang Wuming confirmed this, which was a decision he had made after careful consideration.
"Then are you joining the Martial Department?" Qin Xiaozhi was somewhat surprised.
This was because before Jiang Wuming became a visiting professor at Donghai Martial Arts Academy, the Qin family had extended invitations to him twice, but Jiang Wuming had refused to join the Martial Department!
"A visiting professor is a part-time position and does not count as being part of the Martial Department."
Jiang Wuming explained, then thinking of the contents of Xia Xueqin's diary, he added, "After I clarify some things, I'll consider this matter."
"Understood."
Hearing this, Qin Xiaozhi was still very surprised and understood that Jiang Wuming must have learned something after arriving at Donghai Martial Arts Academy, otherwise his attitude wouldn't have changed.
However, he didn't pry further and changed the topic: "Boss, I'm on my way to Donghai right now. I'll find a place tonight, and you bring Qiangzi along. We can get together and celebrate for you guys."
"Okay."
Jiang Wuming agreed to Qin Xiaozhi's proposal, then hung up the phone and hurried towards Sword Valley.
At the same time.
In the new students' dormitory of Donghai Martial Arts Academy, room 101.
Wang Zhisheng sat in the dormitory with a gloomy expression, applying ointment to his injuries. The scent of medicinal herbs filled the room.
After his martial arts challenge with Su Qiang, he had immediately returned to the dormitory, taking both internal and external medicine, a two-pronged approach.
Creak!
Suddenly, the dormitory door opened, and two of Wang Zhisheng's and Su Qiang's roommates entered.
"Young Master Wang, are your injuries okay?"
After entering, the two roommates asked with concern.
"Nothing serious."
Wang Zhisheng replied in a low tone, then asked, "Why aren't you guys going to eat?"
"We were worried about your injuries, so we rushed back to the dormitory to check on you," the two roommates said in unison.
"Song Chenglong, Liu Hu, you're very thoughtful."
Hearing this, Wang Zhisheng relaxed his furrowed brow and said, "For what you two have done today, I will not treat you poorly in the future."
"Thank you, Young Master Wang!"
Song Chenglong and Liu Hu were overjoyed.
They had rushed back to the dormitory without eating just to show their loyalty to Wang Zhisheng.
Coming from ordinary families, their martial arts talent was not exceptional, just decent.
In such a situation, they knew very well that if they relied solely on their own efforts, their future achievements and personal development in the martial arts field would be very limited.
This was why, after Wang Zhisheng extended an olive branch to them yesterday, they had unhesitatingly pledged their allegiance to him, just to latch onto Wang Zhisheng and the Wang family, gain more martial arts cultivation resources, and opportunities for future development!
"Young Master Wang, that bastard Su Qiang has gone too far, are we just going to let it go like this?"
After being overjoyed, Song Chenglong saw Wang Zhisheng applying ointment and asked.
"Since birth, no one has dared to touch even a finger of mine. How could I let it go?"
Wang Zhisheng said with deep resentment, "I've already thought of a plan for revenge against that scoundrel, and I'll need your cooperation. If you help me with this, I'll cover all the qi and blood pills you need for cultivation in the future!"
"Young Master Wang, please give your orders!"
Song Chenglong and Liu Hu exchanged glances, and without even asking for the details of the plan, they eagerly accepted.
"Like this..."
Wang Zhisheng stopped wasting time and immediately explained the plan he had devised and what Song Chenglong and Liu Hu needed to do.
"Young Master Wang, rest assured, we will do this well!"
Song Chenglong and Wang Hu pledged on the spot.
Hearing this, Wang Zhisheng sneered inwardly.
"Heh... Su Qiang, Su Qiang, why don't you take a look at yourself in a mirror? Jiang Wuming can barely protect himself, yet you dare to challenge me relying on him. You're simply courting death!"