Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Hui Yue woke up in his new home and allowed himself a few more minutes of rest. The bed at this small house was obviously stuffed with feathers, and the softness of the mattress was unlike anything Hui Yue had ever experienced. The blankets were soft and knitted from the finest yarn, unlike his old sack that was both coarse and scratched his skin.
After a few more restful moments, Hui Yue sighed deeply and forced himself to leave the warmth of his bed. Today was an important day, the first day of lessons. Hui Yue was curious to see whether or not the teachers were better than Lan Feng at explaining and if there had been anything new found out about the art of cultivating. After all, the techniques from Lan Feng, which Hui Yue relied on, were more than four thousand years old.
Hui Yue quickly washed his face and dressed in yet another set of worn out clothes before he slowly made his way towards the closest canteen. Each mountaintop had some canteens located in between the courtyards so that there was enough space for all the students to eat at once. The canteens always served the same menu of food, but since there were more than one, they were never packed.
Since it was early morning, Hui Yue did not expect anyone to be at the canteen, however, he was surprised when he noticed there were already a few groups of students eating their breakfast.
This was the first time that Hui Yue had eaten alone. He was used to being picked up in the early morning by his friends and forced to eat with them. As soon as the white-haired boy entered the canteen, the groups of students broke out into conversations.
Most of the students openly stared at Hui Yue and did not hide the fact that they were talking about him. Some were commoner students who were excited about starting their first day at the Royal Academy and had been unable to sleep while others were students who were used to waking up early as a habit from their previous lives. Hui Yue was not the only one who felt as if this was a new beginning.
Hui Yue was used to being s
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