As he turned, his robe swirled, spreading a fragrant cherry blossom breeze.
The motion was effortless, yet it carried a quiet elegance that seemed to harmonize with the entire surroundings. The drifting petals responded as though summoned, spiraling gently in the air and weaving around him in soft currents. Even the light itself appeared to soften, filtering through the blossoms and settling upon him like a natural spotlight.
His handsome face emerged amidst the cherry blossoms, standing in the vibrant cherry forest, like a painting cut from the spring breeze.
There was something unreal about the scene, as though it belonged not to the present moment but to an ancient scroll brought to life. The contrast between his earlier murderous aura and his current tranquil presence made the transformation even more striking. It was difficult to believe that this was the same person who had just radiated killing intent strong enough to silence an entire battlefield.
His brow resembled distant mountains and starlight, a slight arch bringing a hint of casual detachment. The corners of his eyes curved slightly upwards, his pupils bright like they held crushed cherry petals. When he smiled, a warm breeze flowed, as if containing a half-finished poem.
That smile was neither exaggerated nor deliberate—it simply appeared, natural and unrestrained, yet it carried an indescribable charm. It felt as though the world itself had softened in response, as if even the passing wind had slowed just to linger a moment longer.
The Teacher simply stood there, as if gathering all the spiritual essence of heaven and earth onto himself, making people irresistibly want to approach him. To be able to stay with him for life would be the greatest fortune.
It wasn't merely his appearance, but the aura he exuded—calm, profound, and quietly captivating. For those who had witnessed both sides of him, the contrast only deepened the sense of awe. He was both storm and serenity, blade and blossom.
"Wow~"
As Xin shed his long robe and returned to his usual academy attire, Zhu Zhuyu's slightly immature eyes were lost in wonder, her round little mouth agape. Her small hands clutched Zhu Zhuyun's tightly.
Her reaction was pure and unfiltered, completely betraying her amazement. The imposing "God of Slaughter" she had feared moments ago had vanished, replaced by someone who seemed almost unreal in his beauty and composure.
Unexpectedly, Big Sister Zhu Zhuyun was even more nervous than her. Her dark pupils almost turned into heart shapes, and her fingers twisted as if stimulated into flight.
She had seen him before, yet the impact was no less overwhelming. If anything, the contrast between his two states made this moment even more captivating. Her usual confidence faltered, replaced by a rare, almost shy excitement.
Indeed, Teacher Xin was still so incomparably graceful, like someone who had stepped out of a poem or painting. Words seemed pale in comparison when trying to describe him.
No matter how one tried to articulate it, something would always be missing. His presence could only truly be understood by seeing it—by standing within that gentle breeze of cherry blossoms and feeling the quiet pull of his existence.
"Teacher!"
"Teacher is back!"
"And the Senior Sisters are back too!"
"Teacher, we missed you so much!"
At this moment, the other students in the academy who were still training also learned of the Teacher's return. They all put down what they were doing and came to pay their respects to the Teacher.
Footsteps gathered from all directions, light and hurried, yet disciplined. The previously tranquil courtyard quickly filled with lively energy, like a field of flowers suddenly blooming all at once.
There was a vast gathering.
Over a dozen young women in the prime of their youth—Mu Yunteng, Mu Yunzhu, Xue Wu, Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er… They were like early spring buds, their youthful freshness and fragrance detectable even from dozens of meters away.
Each of them carried a unique presence, yet together they formed a harmonious scene, like different blossoms flourishing within the same season. Their eyes shone with excitement and admiration, all directed toward the same figure beneath the cherry tree.
Seeing the Teacher's figure, the girls' blossoms fully opened, their pistils blooming, filling the entire Heart of Fire with a vibrant and overflowing energy.
Their joy was genuine and unrestrained, like petals bursting into bloom after a long-awaited rain. The atmosphere grew lively, filled with soft laughter and eager voices, yet beneath it all was a deep respect that never wavered.
However, Xin waved his hand, sending out a cherry breeze that calmed their enthusiasm. He said faintly:
"I will inspect your cultivation progress from this period later. Be quiet."
His voice was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable authority. The breeze that followed seemed to wash over the crowd, smoothing out their excitement and settling their restless energy.
Though the girls' youthful energy was hard to suppress, they still sat down among the flowers, quietly awaiting the Teacher's picking… ah no, his guidance.
They arranged themselves neatly, their earlier excitement subdued into attentive anticipation. Even so, the occasional glance and suppressed smile betrayed their lingering delight.
Zhu Zhuyun took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling dramatically. "Thank you for your understanding, Teacher Xin!"
Her voice carried both relief and respect, as she regained her composure after the earlier tension. Standing before him now, she felt both reassured and slightly nervous, unsure how much he had already perceived.
"Tell me, what exactly happened with you two? How did the Star Luo Royal Family's Spirit Masters pursue you all the way here from so far away?"
Xin looked at Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuyu and asked.
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