Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

Twenty minutes later, Lee Penghui, the history teacher, entered the classroom.    

    

Walking up to the podium, he stood still and swept his serious gaze across the entire classroom. When his gaze landed on Zhang Yang, who was in the corner, his eyes flashed with disgust and anger.    

    

He already knew about the incident where Lee Dong was beaten up. Originally, he had turned a blind eye to the students' fight, even though the teachers did not meet with it. However, Lee Dong was Lee Penghui's nephew.    

    

When he found out about this, he immediately went to the principal's office to report this matter. The principal, Hua Wenchuan, was also furious and decided to punish this student called Zhang Yang ruthlessly. Only then did Lee Penghui return with satisfaction.    

    

Now that he saw Zhang Yang, he was filled with anger and thought about how to make things difficult for him. However, he couldn't help but notice that Zhang Yang didn't sleep on the table like he usually did, nor did his face have a messy clown painted on it.    

    

Ye Zichen snorted in annoyance, then placed the lesson on the table, and took out a piece of chalk before turning around to write on the blackboard.    

    

"Good!" Hahaha, good! "Well said!"    

    

Suddenly, at this moment, a thunderous roar resounded throughout the classroom. Accompanied by the sound of someone slapping the table, Lee Penghui trembled and the chalk in his hand fell.    

    

Lee Penghui was flustered and exasperated. He turned around and looked. There was no need to intentionally look for them, as all the students were looking at a certain direction.    

    

In a corner at the back of the classroom, there was a guy holding a history book, shaking his head and reading with excitement. He was constantly applauding, while his other hand was patting the table in excitement.    

    

Who else could it be other than Zhang Yang!    

    

The whole class looked at each other with complicated expressions. They all knew that Zhang Yang was in the limelight today.    

    

Who didn't know that Lee Dong and Lee Penghui were related? Could it be that he wanted to go against the heaven's will?    

    

At this moment, Zhang Yang was completely oblivious to what was going on. His eyes were fixated on a paragraph in the book.    

    

"The Dao can be said, the name of the world    

    

"The Gate …"    

    

This...    

    

This was basically expounding the truth between the heavens and the earth!    

    

Zhang Yang's head felt as if it was struck by lightning, and suddenly became enlightened. The Devil Pattern Master of Devil Pattern Continent, was actually a process of exploration and search for the truth. All the Devil Pattern Master s have a firm belief in this process.    

    

Existence was the truth!    

    

As long as they opened it layer by layer, the Devil Pattern Master Gate would eventually believe that they would be able to see the true face of the world.    

    

Zhang Yang felt that he had made the most of the clouds and the sun.    

    

When he continued to read, Zhang Yang once again couldn't help but clap at the table.    

    

"The Dao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all living things. All living things had a negative feeling while hugging the sun. Rushing Qi believed that peace …"    

    

F * ck, this is the process of the formation of the heaven and earth described in so many words... For the first time, Zhang Yang realized that this world was not that simple.    

    

Zhang Yang truly admired the guy who could write these words.    

    

This fellow called Li Er was too awesome. No wonder he dared to call himself father. If it were him, not only father, even the Old Ancestor would not be able to do it.    

    

However, Zhang Yang soon realized that there was a serious problem. If the truth of the world could be expressed in words, then this old man must be an extraordinary master.    

    

In other words, there must be similar existences in this world.    

    

However, the Star Power in this world were thin and lacking in spirit energy, so how did those experts train?    

    

Then, Zhang Yang thought about how the Chinese medicine and acupuncture techniques in this world were completely compatible with the five elements, and how there was a conflict between the two elements.    

    

In the past few days, he had also flipped through the book《 Medical Chemistry》 and came up with a shocking conclusion.    

    

If Chinese medicine is an external energy source and repairs the body's damaged internal energy, then Western medicine is a third party qualitative change.    

    

If the memories of his previous self were to be understood, Western medicine was equivalent to a genetic medicine that had been shrunk millions of times.    

    

Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) was gentle and slow in its effects. It required a period of time, but it would leave almost no hidden dangers to the human body.    

    

Western medicine was extremely rapid and had quick results. It didn't take long for one to see the results because it was basically constantly changing. However, over time, one's body would become resistant to it!    

    

Who was good and who was bad couldn't be deceived by a single sentence, and these weren't Zhang Yang's main concern.    

    

What he meant was the process!    

    

He even had the feeling that even if there were no extraordinary experts in this world, there existed a bustling era countless years ago.    

    

In this era, when people pursued longevity and sought truth, they walked two different paths.    

    

The first was just like the traditional Chinese medicine, using the Spirit Refinement realm as the main point, using the heaven and earth as the furnace, and seeking the truth.    

    

The other was like a western medicine. It focused on body refinement, used itself as a cauldron, and accepted the heavens and earth!    

    

Of course, this was only his guess.    

    

It was a pity that there were only a few sentences in the history book. Zhang Yang was not satisfied yet and his heart itched. He firmly remembered his name, "Classic of the Way of the Virtue".    

    

He had to find a way to get it.    

    

Everyone was happy to see Zhang Yang shaking his head and frowning. His expression gradually turned into one of contemplation and finally, a look of regret appeared on their faces.    

    

His little friends were all stunned …    

    

Then, everyone turned to look at Lee Penghui, whose face had already turned blue. Everyone had a complicated expression on their faces. A few of them were cold while the majority of them had a look of schadenfreude.    

    

Today, Zhang Yang was too eye-catching. Many people looked down on him and felt jealous. Now, they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.    

    

"Zhang Yang!" "Stand up!"    

    

Lee Penghui couldn't find an excuse to deal with Zhang Yang, but seeing him shaking his head and dancing with joy made him even more annoyed. He was looking down on Zhang Yang!    

    

It was blatant contempt!    

    

"Zhang Yang, stand up!"    

    

Finally, Zhang Yang came to his senses as he was immersed in his emotions. After hearing what was said, he couldn't help but slightly frown and raise his head to look.    

    

"What is it?"    

    

The classroom burst into laughter.    

    

Lee Penghui never thought that Zhang Yang would talk to him in such a tone. His face turned even more livid as he shouted, "Are you trying to disrupt the order of the class?"    

    

After all, this is the essence of human nature, and I can't change it. But now that you've disturbed the order of the class, do you think that just because I'm not the form teacher, I can't treat you?    

    

"Seeing that you have graduated, the other students are all nervously studying. Yet you, you even learned how to fight."    

    

To be honest, Lee Penghui's tone was especially sarcastic. The students who were watching the show all revealed a look of schadenfreude. Even a fool could tell that this wasn't education, but humiliation.    

    

Su Su lowered her head and pretended to look at her history textbook. Her eyebrows were slightly knitted, but she was powerless to change anything.    

    

When she first saw Zhang Yang's name being called, she couldn't help but feel secretly proud. However, when Lee Penghui finished, she subconsciously felt worried for Zhang Yang.    

    

Zhou Qian, on the other hand, boldly looked back at Zhang Yang. She had personally witnessed his transformation and was shocked over and over again. In fact, she was looking forward to it.    

    

Apart from them, the majority of the people handling the matter all had a look of schadenfreude.    

    

What's the use of being arrogant?    

    

So what if he could fight?    

    

So what if he had a beautiful lady to treat him to a meal?    

    

He was still just a poor loser with no good points!