The Gathering Talents Hall.

Its meaning: gathering the talents of the world.

This study hall had a total of thirty-nine students. Though it couldn’t compare with halls that easily had hundreds of students, each one had a distinguished background.

For example, the sleepy-looking lazy youth was the young master of the Huo Family, one of the Royal City’s eight great families.

The others also came from direct descendants of major commandery families.

As a Royal City princess, Princess Red Lotus was one of the Gathering Talents Hall students, but was about to graduate and rarely came to the hall for regular classes.

Not counting her.

The student with the greatest status in the Gathering Talents Hall was Chu Xiunan, who came from the Chu Family, foremost among the Royal City’s eight great families.

Precisely because the Gathering Talents Hall students had distinguished backgrounds, no instructor was willing to come teach them—they were all existences they couldn’t afford to offend.

Moreover.

They were all prideful and self-important, fundamentally looking down on ordinary instructors. They came and drove them away, one after another.

This cohort of Gathering Talents Hall students had the best aptitude of any previous class, but was also the most difficult to manage.

Situ Haoyun was tormented to the point of severe headaches. Over time, he could only let them be, allowing them to develop on their own.

When Jun Changxiao agreed to become an honorary instructor, he decided to let him try.

“Dean.”

The Vice Dean said with a worried expression: “That Jun Changxiao kid likes causing trouble. Having him guide the Gathering Talents Hall students—I’m afraid something major will happen!”

Boom!

Boom!

Just then, deafening sounds rang out, and the ground and furniture all trembled along.

“What’s happening?”

The Vice Dean’s expression changed. He released his spiritual sense toward where the booming sounds came from, ultimately locking onto the South District’s Gathering Talents Hall.

In the study hall, Jun Changxiao’s fists wildly pounded the wall!

Whoosh, whoosh—

Spiritual energy erupted, air waves howled!

After a moment.

Sect Master Jun stopped.

When everything dissipated, the wall was densely cracked. Chu Xiunan was embedded in it, beaten until his nose was bruised and face swollen, foaming at the mouth.

“Dean!”

The Vice Dean exclaimed: “That guy beat up Chu Xiunan!”

“Is that so?”

Situ Haoyun smiled.

The Dean was smiling? He could actually still smile!

The Vice Dean said gravely: “An instructor beating a student—if word of this gets out, it will definitely affect our Tianyu Academy’s reputation!”

“Dean, Dean, where are you going!”

“Feeling a bit tired, going to sleep.”

“…”

The Vice Dean was immediately left standing there, his expression extremely colorful, thinking: “Is he going to let Jun Changxiao run wild at the academy?”

Walking out of the council hall, Situ Haoyun sighed: “If not for considering my position as Dean, I would have wanted to beat that Chu Family direct descendant myself.”

…

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao placed one foot on a chair, his gaze cold: “Anyone who dares speak thoughtlessly during my class, disrespecting their elders—this will be your fate.”

Everyone shuddered, their gazes showing terror.

Without a word, he dragged out Young Master Chu for a savage beating—this guy was truly ruthless!

“Bam!”

A student slapped the desk, furiously saying: “Jun Changxiao, bullying students like this—you don’t deserve to be an instructor!”

“Bang—”

Before he finished speaking, Jun Changxiao’s fist directly struck his face, and the entire person shot like a cannonball into the wall.

“Hiss!”

Everyone gasped.

Jun Changxiao retracted his fist, his tone brooking no argument: “Anyone who questions the teacher must endure the Iron Fist of Love!”

Princess Red Lotus felt black lines rise on her forehead.

Was he here to guide students or beat students?

“Too much!”

Bang—

“I’m going to file a complaint! I’m going to…”

Bang—

“A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!”

Boom—

In just a moment, over ten students in the Gathering Talents Hall who had opinions about Sect Master Jun all endured his Iron Fist of Love. That sensation was wonderfully refreshing!

Slap!

Jun Changxiao returned to the podium, coldly sweeping his gaze over the other students, his voice icy: “Free speech—anyone with an opinion of the teacher can speak up.”

“…”

Everyone’s mouths twitched violently.

Speech might be free, but having opinions and speaking them would definitely result in a beating!

“Speak loudly!”

Jun Changxiao shouted: “Who else has an opinion!”

The sleepy youth ‘swish’ stood up from his chair, raised his head high and roared: “Teacher Cang Jun, I have no opinion!”

“Remove the character Cang.”

“Teacher Cang, I have no opinion!”

Bang—

Jun Changxiao punched him flying, roaring: “I said remove the character Cang, not remove Jun!”

“Clear… clearly…”

That youth fell from the wall, foaming at the mouth: “Clearly… I understand now…”

…

In Jun Changxiao’s view, the so-called Gathering Talents Hall was nothing more than a Giant Baby Hall. To guide them, he first had to beat them into submission.

The effect was quite good.

The students who had opinions were beaten, and now sat properly like obedient babies.

Honestly.

They just needed a beating—one good thrashing and they were fine.

Though Chu Xiunan’s eyes were full of hatred, he also sat upright with bumps all over his head, thinking: “Hateful bastard, this young master has recorded this grudge!”

Jun Changxiao said: “This seat taking time out to guide you in martial studies is your supreme honor.”

Pfft.

The students all inwardly scorned.

They acknowledged Jun Changxiao’s strength—after all, he was a Sword and Martial Dual King—but coming to be an instructor relied not on martial dao but on martial studies!

Someone their own age, even if excellent at cultivation, how could he possibly have martial studies experience to teach them!

The Gathering Talents Hall students didn’t acknowledge Jun Changxiao, more because they didn’t want to admit he understood both martial dao and martial studies.

Otherwise.

It would be too much of a blow to their self-esteem!

“Time is limited.”

Jun Changxiao said: “If you have difficulties in martial studies, you may raise them. This seat will answer them one by one.”

“Teacher Jun!”

The previously sleepy, now energized Huo Ling spoke up: “I have a question about martial studies I’d like to ask for guidance.”

“Speak!”

Jun Changxiao said.

Huo Ling explained the troublesome matter he’d encountered with martial techniques.

Crushing an Insight Symbol, Sect Master Jun carefully explained everything from the technique formula to the operation method.

“I see! I see!”

Huo Ling suddenly understood, his gaze filled with admiration: “After Teacher Jun’s guidance, this student has been enlightened!”

“Hmph.”

Chu Xiunan snorted coldly, thinking: “What a spineless fellow.”

“Teacher Jun!”

A student said: “I also have doubts about martial studies.”

“Speak.”

“Teacher Jun, I also have doubts!”

“Teacher Jun…”

Students successively asked questions.

Sect Master Jun accepted all comers, explaining for each of them one by one, causing them to be enlightened and suddenly understand.

Princess Red Lotus, who had been standing outside the whole time, showed surprise in her bright eyes, thinking: “As the rumors said, his martial studies attainment is extremely high!”

“Teacher Jun!”

Just then, Chu Xiunan said indifferently: “You’re so learned—the disciples you’ve cultivated must be very strong, right?”

“Naturally.” Jun Changxiao said.

Chu Xiunan said indifferently: “I wonder if there might be an opportunity to spar with the Iron Bones Sect disciples?”

Heh heh.

This kid actually dared to challenge this seat’s disciples—his guts were truly impressive.