If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

"Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling..."

A clear bell rang in this small classroom.

Everyone returned to their seats and sat up straight.

Li Hengyou walked in from outside and looked at the end of the third table in surprise.

His eyes showed a questioning look, "What happened to you? Why are you sitting there?"

Li Hengyou wanted to go over and follow Ji Mo's instructions, but was stopped by his eyes.

Li Hengyou didn't dare to go against Ji Mo's wishes. He walked to the podium and spoke about today's lesson in a somewhat uneasy manner.

Li Heng had never thought that Ji Mo would come. Class Ding was extremely short of training resources, not to mention the knowledge to teach. This knowledge was very meaningful to the children of the servants, but for a young master like Ji Mo, it was almost the knowledge of a child. They understood these things when they were very young.

In one of the Ji family's courtyards, a young man about the same age as Ji Mo, wearing an orange robe, walked up to the old man who was picking weeds in the yard and said with a smile, "Grandpa, that idiot Ji Mo actually went to Class D and was super serious about it. This is too funny."

"Oh?" The old man became interested. He took his grandson to the shade of the tree, sat down on the ground, and said, "Ya'er, tell me about it."

Ji Wuya asked doubtfully: "Grandpa, don't you know about this?"

He recounted everything that had happened to Ji Mo recently, then looked at his emaciated grandfather and waved his hand. "That's right. Under the arrangement of the various families, Ji Mo was assigned to Class D. He wasn't ashamed of it, but proud of it. He actually went to Class D and studied hard. It's really embarrassing."

The old man stroked his beard. "So it's the kid from the Qingning family? Why didn't our family react? Why was he admitted to Class D? Who manipulated this?"

Ji Wuya thought for a moment: "If grandpa doesn't know, it's probably the clan leader's lineage."

"Hmm? Chief? What does he want to do now?"

The old man's thoughts flew far away, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him again.

That figure was no longer as strong as before. He was hunched over and had to carry a cane when he went out. He had a serious expression and was never smiling.

He sat on a stool, carefully examining each file. Despite working at his desk for a long time, he did not feel tired.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he carefully read the file again. He called the servants in the hall and asked, "What's going on? Why is our child in Class D? Who arranged this?"

The servant was panic-stricken and at a loss, and stammered, "I don't know either. This is the file that was just handed over yesterday. I haven't examined it carefully yet."

The old man nodded, leaned on his crutch, and walked out of the hall. The servants behind him followed closely. The moment they stepped out of the hall, it seemed as if countless silk threads were stretched tightly in front of the door. As the servants took a step forward, their bodies immediately disintegrated and turned into countless pieces of meat, which were cut neatly.

"Da... Da... Da." The old man walked forward step by step with a cane, and the other servants behind him hurriedly cleaned up the blood and flesh outside the hall, restoring the hall to its original state.

The old man sighed and ordered the others around him: "Go check it out. Give me the results tonight and pull out those termites for me."

The servants bowed in fear and then hurried away.

The old man is none other than the current patriarch, Ji Kongliang, the younger brother of the previous patriarch.

Ji Kongliang returned home and looked at his grandchildren who were still cultivating in the spiritual pond. He asked, "Do you know that kid Ji Mo?"

Grandson Ji Wuming exhaled, opened his eyes and said: "Ji Mo, that waste in the middle of the first turn?"

Ji Kongliang became interested: "Do you know him?"

Ji Wuming shook his head: "I don't know him, but I've heard of him. They are from my uncle's family, the children of my uncle's youngest son."

"Oh. Qingning's child."

"Isn't he injured? Why did he go to Class D?"

Ji Wuming looked at his grandfather in confusion: "Ding Ban?"

Seeing his expression, Ji Kongliang seemed to understand, "If it wasn't you guys who did it, then who was it? The Fourth Family? What good would this do them?"

While both sides were speculating, other families also received the news. Fang Xiang rolled on the ground laughing. "Ji Mo, this kid Ji Mo actually went to Class D! He has no respect at all. This time, the Ji family has lost face."

While the Ji family was speculating among themselves and outsiders were watching the fun, Ji Mo finished the class happily. Although he had heard all the knowledge that Li Hengyou talked about, it did not prevent him from achieving his goal.

Although he didn't know who arranged this for him, he must be satisfied this time. He came to Class D and was so serious, actively answering questions in class. Their informants must have received the news.

This time it’s just as you wished, the Ji family has lost all face.

After class, Ji Mo did not stay there, but returned to the Lingtan in the bamboo building with a satisfied look on his face and began to practice.

In view of Ji Mo's outstanding performance, many people in Class D were curious about this new student. Most of the people in Class D were busy making a living every day. They were basically descendants of the lowest servants and did not even have the most basic intelligence officers. Almost no one in the class knew Ji Mo. They just felt that this person was gentle and knowledgeable.

After class, many people asked Li Hengyou.

Li Hengyou revealed his identity at the end of the season with a wry smile, which caused an uproar in Class D. The information spread very quickly, from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

Ji Mo's notoriety spread from then on, and almost everyone in the academy knew this young master in Class D.

The upper class was ashamed of him, the children of the servants despised and looked down on him, and the lowest servants didn't know what to say. Their busy lives left them unable to pay attention to such things.

The person involved, Ji Mo, was practicing with Lin Miaomiao in the Lingtan at this time. After many days of hard work, the seal on Ji Mo's Dantian began to loosen. With the help of Lin Miaomiao's spiritual vortex, Ji Mo broke through the seal and his Dantian expanded again by 30%. Ji Mo also successfully entered the high stage of the first transformation.

After stabilizing their realm, the two sat cross-legged and practiced the [Hidden Qi Art] face to face, carefully depicting the stance formed around them, suppressing the aura of the high stage of the first revolution, and revealing the appearance of the middle stage of the first revolution again.

After everything was done, it was already dark. Ji Mo and Lin Miaomiao admired the shining stars in the night sky and the pure white full moon for a while.

Return to the room and start resting.

The next day he went to Class D again, taking the courses he had already attended countless times.

Ji Mo was extremely serious in class, and whenever Li Hengyou asked a question, Ji Mo would be the first to answer.

Of course, these actions taken at the end of the season were also reported one by one by the spies of each family.