Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 4: A Natural Swordsman's Aura, a Spirited Young Man

Ye Xuan looked at them, then at his own blue and white robe, and suddenly felt that his attire was actually "low-key". At least Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye's clothes when he was young looked no different from ancient costumes, and people who did not know Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye very well could not tell the difference.

Shaking his head, Ye Xuan stepped into the school gate, his long robe billowing slightly with each step, and the Wangquan sword at his waist gleamed with a faint golden pattern in the morning light.

Indeed, Ye Xuan's attire was considered "low-key" compared to other students, but he forgot that his innate swordsman aura, after incorporating the Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye template, made him the most eye-catching presence among the many deliberately dressed "cosplayers".

As he walked into the school gate, two girls who were arguing about the "Demon Slayer" breathing technique suddenly fell silent when they caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of their eye, and their sun umbrellas shaped like Nichirin Blades fell to the ground with a "thud." Not far away, a boy who was posing with Vanessa's Windhawk Sword from Genshin Impact trembled, and the glass bead on the hilt almost flew off.

Even the head of the teaching department subconsciously raised his blindfold slightly, looking at Ye Xuan with a somewhat confused expression.

Are these students from their school? Are you sure it's not a character from some work invading reality?
Her appearance, her demeanor, her posture—it doesn't look like she's acting at all.

"What anime is this character from? I don't think I've ever seen him before?"

Someone whispered.

"Damn, how can he be so handsome?"

“I used to think that so-called temperament was all talk, but now when I look at this person, I feel that even if he doesn’t have a sword at his waist, I would subconsciously think that he is a swordsman.”

"Wait a minute, I see it. There are words on the hilt of his sword, it looks like 'Royal Power'."

"Royal power? Could it be Fox Spirit Matchmaker?"

"So, are the clothes he's wearing representing royal power and wealth? Or royal dominance and power?"

“Wang Quan Fugui is probably not him. He seems more like Wang Quan Baye in his youth, the time when he first met Dongfang Huaizhu.”

"On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, at the bamboo pavilion by the Huai River"

Someone murmured softly, their tone tinged with melancholy, as if they were thinking of something sad.

"The Bamboo Leaf Chapter is a bit heartbreaking."

"I still don't dare to watch it a second time."

"Who says it isn't?"

The boy next to him also sighed.

"When I read the Wang Quan chapter before, I only thought that Wang Quan Fugui's father was a scoundrel, but after reading the Zhu Ye chapter, I came to understand the old man's difficulties."

"In the beginning, he was also a spirited young man."

At this point in the conversation, they couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

After all, they are high school students, which is the age when they like to watch anime, and Fox Spirit Matchmaker is one of the top Chinese animations. They have naturally watched it, but it is precisely because they have watched it that they are like this.

The story of lovers who are together briefly but ultimately separated by death has a profound impact on those who yearn for love but have never experienced it.

With his five senses at this moment, Ye Xuan could certainly hear the whispers of the students around him, which were deliberately lowered but were still incredibly clear, but he didn't care.

Just as the system noted before merging with the Wangquan Baye template, he only obtained all of Wangquan Baye's talents and abilities, without merging his memories, personality, and emotions.

To him, Dongfang Huaizhu was just a favorite anime character, and there was no reason for him to be moved by hearing a story he had already read.

He walked past the fountain at the entrance of the teaching building when he suddenly heard a muffled thud behind him. A girl holding a bird-head summoning staff from Cardcaptor Sakura tripped and fell flat on her face. Her phone flew through the air in an arc, about to fall straight into the fountain.

"Be careful."

With a casual reach, the tip of the sword sheath lightly touched the water's surface, and the falling phone suddenly floated up as if defying the laws of physics, landing steadily on the head of the girl who was already lying on the ground.

"Thud." "Ouch, that hurts! Does it not hurt?"

The whole set of movements was so smooth and fluid that not even a speck of water got on her clothes. It would have been even more perfect if it weren't for the girl who got up from the ground, rubbing her head in pain, only to find that it didn't hurt at all, and exclaiming in surprise.

"Thank you."

The girl stood up. Although it felt a little strange that her phone had fallen on her head, it was good that it hadn't fallen into the water, so she thanked him anyway.

"You're welcome."

Ye Xuan's tone was calm, but his gaze lingered on her head for a moment—well, it didn't turn red, he controlled his strength very well.

He did it on purpose. For someone who had integrated the template of royal power and hegemony, controlling his own power was a very basic thing, so he wouldn't be unable to control the force in his hands.

As for why he chose the other person's head, he just felt it wouldn't be good for the girl to be hit on other parts of her body.

After all, everyone seems to have some particularly sensitive areas that will make them tremble as if they've been electrocuted when touched. He himself doesn't feel anything, but some people around him are like that. He doesn't know much about women, but if the touch happens to be on a sensitive spot, it might have some effect.

So he chose the head, thinking that no one's head should be sensitive.

Because the human brain is relatively fragile, he deliberately controlled his strength, which is why the other person did not feel pain.

As it turned out, he did a great job.

Ye Xuan thought to himself, then continued walking forward. The girl seemed to want to say something, but seeing that Ye Xuan had already left, she quickly called out:
"and many more!"

"Which class are you in?"

"A senior in high school."

Ye Xuan answered without turning his head.

"My name is Lin Xue! I'm from Class 5, Grade 11!"

"I'll treat you to milk tea next time!"

The girl called out from behind.

Ye Xuan did not respond, but simply raised his hand and waved.

Not far away, several girls who witnessed the whole thing were excitedly grabbing each other's arms: "So cool! Even saving someone was done with that cool and aloof attitude!"

"It's a little different from what I expected. How could a phone fall on your head? It should fall on your back."

"What do you know! This is called contrast! It's more interesting when it falls on your head. Besides, what's the difference between falling on your back and falling on your head? They're both falling on your body."

"Hey, something seems off. Didn't you guys notice? That boy didn't say which class he was in, he just said he was a senior in high school."

"That's normal. Senior high school students are now the focus of teachers' attention. What if they tell her which class she's in and she comes to their door looking for her? The teachers will definitely warn them."

"He obviously considered this and didn't tell her because he was worried that she would be scolded by the teacher. He's so thoughtful."

"."

Ye Xuan's lips twitched slightly as he listened to the voice coming from beside him.

Are you doing a reading comprehension exercise?
Even when doing reading comprehension, if you hear someone say they are a senior in high school, you should think of it as indirectly telling them not to develop feelings for them.
Worried about girls getting scolded by teachers? Which idol drama did you get this inspiration from? Seriously, idol dramas are even having plots like this now?
Are you sure you won't get accused of being delusional?
He only saved the phone, not a human life.

(End of this chapter)