Chapter 152 - 101: Chen Fugui: The Final Lesson, We Cultivators Fear No Fight to the Death!

Chapter 152: Chapter 101: Chen Fugui: The Final Lesson, We Cultivators Fear No Fight to the Death!

Everyone was unsure, and it needed careful consideration.

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Luocheng First High School, Senior Year Class Twelve, Human Dao Class.

Lu Chen sat in the back row by the window. He stared with a solemn expression at the blood-red clouds drawing ever closer to the school, lost in unknown thoughts. Most of the class had gathered by the windows, watching the unfolding events outside with bated breath.

Although many of them had experienced combat simulation exams, no matter how realistic a simulation was, it wasn’t the real thing. After all, dying in a simulation carried no consequences, but dying in reality meant true death. The difference in mentality required for the two was simply incomparable.

"Teacher Chen!"

Just as the students felt completely leaderless, Chen Fugui suddenly strode into the classroom. He looked at their anxious eyes, took a deep breath, and walked straight to the podium. Then, he shouted in a booming voice, "Class is in session!"

The students froze, exchanging bewildered glances. But seeing the absolute seriousness on Chen Fugui’s face, they obediently returned to their seats.

Since Lu Chen was in the Human Dao Class, there were no visiting students from the other two Daoist Schools in his classroom. After all, ordinary Human Dao students did not meet the standards required for the College Entrance Exam Special Training. As a result, the vast majority of the visiting students who came to First High School were from the Heavenly Dao Class and Earth Dao Class. Only a small fraction of Human Dao Class students—those who had experienced the Black Lotus Chaos ten years ago—"coincidentally" happened to be here as well.

Up on the podium, Chen Fugui looked at the students’ apprehensive faces. With a solemn expression, he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote two lines on the blackboard.

On one side: *Student first, cultivator second.*

On the other: *Cultivator first, student second.*

Chen Fugui put down the chalk but didn’t immediately explain the text. Instead, he began talking about why he had come to First High School to be a teacher.

"Class, I know you all secretly call me Chen Bancheng behind my back because my father, Chen Duojin, is the wealthiest merchant in Luocheng.

"And as his only son, I am undeniably the second richest person in all of Luocheng. The title ’Bancheng,’ meaning ’Half the City’... is well-deserved.

"But do you know? The identity I value most in my life isn’t this so-called ’Half the City’ moniker. It’s my status as an Immortal Alliance Foundation Establishment Cultivator, because that is something I earned through my own hard work.

"I know you might say that if you were the son of the richest man, you could easily achieve the same thing.

"You might think that, in the end, I’m just standing on my father’s shoulders, so there’s nothing to be proud of.

"I won’t deny that. If it weren’t for my father, I would be nothing more than an ordinary Qi Cultivation cultivator at best.

"I could never have reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, much less become a teacher at First High School.

"So, for a while, I constantly wondered if my Fake Foundation Establishment status had any meaning at all. Aside from just loafing around and waiting to die, what else could I do with my life?

"But ten years ago, I found the answer to that question..."

As he spoke, Chen Fugui puffed out his portly chest, stepped down from the podium, and walked right up to the students. Without any hesitation, he lifted his shirt.

There, on his large belly, an ugly scar resembling a massive centipede stretched all the way from his abdomen up to his chest.

Seeing such a gruesome wound, the students gasped collectively. Even the usually composed Lu Chen was no exception. They simply couldn’t fathom how Chen Fugui had survived such a devastating injury.

After displaying his scar, Chen Fugui pulled his shirt back down and revealed his answer.

"...Class, ten years ago, I had just returned home for a holiday break from the Daoist School. That very night, I encountered the bastards from the Black Lotus Sect stirring up trouble right here in Luocheng.

"I may be a Fake Foundation Establishment cultivator, but Foundation Establishment is still Foundation Establishment. It’s on a completely different level than an ordinary Qi Cultivation cultivator.

"Therefore, that night, not only did I charge through the enemy lines in the East City District time and time again, but I also directly and indirectly saved a lot of people. This scar is the result of a sneak attack by a Black Lotus Demon Dao cultivator during that battle.

"Do you know what my dad’s first words to me were when I woke up after returning from the Ghost Gate?"

The students exchanged glances and shook their heads.

Seeing this, Chen Fugui said with immense pride, "The very first thing my dad said to me was, ’Son, you didn’t disgrace me.’

"And guess what his second sentence was?"

The students shook their heads again.

Chen Fugui grinned, pushing his glasses up his nose with a hint of embarrassment. "His second sentence was, ’You idiot, couldn’t you have just paid to hire people to go with you?! Are you blind to all the money our family has!’"

Even though they were currently facing a perilous Demon Dao invasion, the students couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. They could easily picture the exasperated look on Chen Duojin’s face at that moment.

But after the brief laughter, they gradually quieted down again as Chen Fugui returned to the podium.

"Although it might sound a bit unfilial, I truly learned a lesson after that incident.

"And that was: since my old man is so rich, and I’m the only one who can inherit his wealth after he dies, then essentially, isn’t his money already mine? What’s wrong with spending my own money!

"So from then on, I didn’t even blink when spending money. Many of your upperclassmen only managed to get into their dream Daoist Schools thanks to my private financial backing.

"Every time I think back on what I’ve done over the years, I feel an indescribable sense of pride. I believe that, as a teacher, I have been incredibly successful."