The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Behind the broad and solemn square platform of Lingshan College, tall buildings stand like giants guarding knowledge.

The sunlight shines through the clouds, dappling onto every corner of Lingshan College, giving the institution a golden glow.

At this moment, a distant and deep bell suddenly rang out from the top of the tall building.

It transcends the hustle and bustle, penetrates time and space, and is like a bridge between nature and human wisdom, announcing that the half-moment of tranquility during lunch break is over and new learning and exploration is about to begin.

In Fuxi Pavilion, Xingze Immortal Lord sat on a high throne. He had an upright posture and deep eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

As the bell rang, his eyes involuntarily turned to the tightly closed door, which was the link between the outside world and Fuxi Pavilion.

He raised his hand slightly, with a faint light flowing from his fingertips, as if he was casting some ancient spell. With a wave of his arm, the door opened silently, as if welcoming the incoming visitor.

Outside the door, a vehicle with simple decoration and smooth lines was parked quietly. The body of the vehicle was carved with complex and exquisite patterns, showing its extraordinary origin.

In the car, there are several large bags of spiritual herbs neatly placed. These spiritual herbs emit a faint fragrance. They are precious materials that are indispensable for practitioners to improve their cultivation and refine pills.

Behind the carriage, another attendant respectfully held the shaft, his face filled with awe and anticipation. He shouted loudly into the Fuxi Pavilion, "Seeking an audience with the Immortal Lord!"

Xingze Xianjun's voice was gentle yet powerful, penetrating the door and reaching the ears of the servants outside: "Come in."

As the words fell, two attendants came in, carrying heavy bags of spiritual herbs on their backs. They walked steadily, and every step revealed their respect for the important task.

After entering Fuxi Pavilion, they walked straight to the table not far from Xu Wan, which was where many students in the academy studied and learned.

They carefully placed the bags of spiritual herbs on their backs on the table, their movements gentle and skillful, for fear of damaging the herbs.

Soon, throughout the Fuxi Pavilion, several tables were filled with bags filled with spiritual herbs. They were like a green ocean, emitting a fresh and rich aroma, which made people involuntarily take a deep breath, as if they could draw endless vitality and energy from them.

Xu Wan came back to her senses in this fresh breath.

She quickly stood up from her seat, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement, looking at the two busy attendants, her heart filled with curiosity and yearning for Lingshan Academy.

Xingze had already slowly walked to the two attendants who had been waiting for a long time. He solemnly instructed, "After the get out of class at midnight, you must send a new set of disciple uniforms to Fuxi Pavilion and give them to the new disciple Xu Wan.

Afterwards, lead her to the bathhouse in the rear hall of Fuxi Pavilion and make sure she feels our attentiveness and hospitality."

The two attendants bowed slightly and saluted Xingze respectfully. They said in a low and powerful voice, "As you command, we will do it right away."

After saying this, they turned around and left Fuxi Pavilion, closing the door gently.

Xu Wan watched them leave, then turned and asked Xingze curiously, "Master, what's this bathhouse like? Aren't there multiple female disciples bathing together?"

Xingze couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and replied, "The rear hall of Fuxi Pavilion is extremely spacious, and the bathhouse has a small private room for each person, so you can rest assured.

Besides, you are the only new disciple in Fuxi Pavilion.

What on earth are you thinking about? As expected, the Emperor accepted you as his disciple not only because of your extraordinary talent, but also because of your unique personality.

Xingze stood in front of Xu Wan, like an unshakable mountain.

When Xu Wan heard Xingze mention the word "Emperor", her dark eyebrows could not help but frown slightly.

His eyes slowly drooped, as if instantly drowned by endless thoughts, and he fell into deep longing for Yun Che.

Xingze's heart was moved when he saw this, but he quickly regained his composure and said softly to Xu Wan, "Xu Wan, let's start the class."

As he spoke, he pointed at the bag on the table, indicating Xu Wan to open the bag full of spiritual herbs.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wan nodded slightly and did as she was told. Her hands trembled slightly, as if she was still immersed in her thoughts.

Xu Wan carefully untied the tightly bound belt filled with precious spiritual herbs and gently poured all the herbs in the bag onto the table.

However, during the dumping process, some spiritual herbs accidentally fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Xu Wan quickly stood up and eagerly picked up the scattered spiritual herbs.

But just as she stood up, her head accidentally hit the table, and she cried out in pain.

At this time, Xingze sighed and said earnestly: "Love is the most detrimental to cultivation. You should completely give up your thoughts on the Emperor.

In my opinion, your feelings towards the Emperor are no longer simply those of a master and a disciple.

You have read the sect rules three times over today, and you should know that Lingshan Academy strictly forbids romance between men and women."

Xu Wan gently rubbed her head which was hurt by the edge of the table, and slowly stood up, with a hint of determination and confusion in her eyes.

She raised her head, looked directly at the serious-looking Master Xingze in front of her, and said with a trembling voice, "Master, even you have noticed...

I admit that I did have feelings for the Emperor, so he cruelly sent me to Lingshan to end my thoughts.

Xingze nodded slightly upon hearing this, seeming quite satisfied with Xu Wan's frank words, and said, "Well, the Emperor's move is very good, worthy of being the Emperor."

Xingze slowly sat down in the seat next to Xu Wan, then picked up a spiritual herb emitting a faint glow from the table and looked at it carefully.

Seeing this, Xu Wan also sat up, turned around and looked at Xingze with curious eyes, and asked softly: "Master, have you ever liked anyone?

How did you stop thinking about it?"

Xingze shook his head slightly and replied, "I grew up in Lingshan since I was a child. I have long forgotten who my parents are. In my constant cultivation, I have long since cut off all feelings and love."

Xu Wan carefully arranged the ten spiritual herbs in her hand. They jumped at her fingertips as if they came to life.

She lightly tied them into a bundle with a ribbon and placed them neatly in a wooden box. Every movement revealed an inexplicable rhythm and elegance.

At the same time, her mind had already drifted elsewhere. She looked up at Xingze who was sitting beside her.

With a look of inquiry and longing in his eyes, he asked, "Master, do you know if there is a method in this world that can allow people to cut off all love and no longer suffer from emotional entanglements?"

Upon hearing this, Xingze gently put down the book in his hand, his eyes deep and distant, as if he could see through thousands of years of time.

"Ancient texts do record a secret technique that can extract the practitioner's emotional ties, freeing them from the throes of love."

His voice was deep and magnetic, and every word seemed to come from ancient times, carrying a mysterious power.

Xu Wan's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this, and he asked anxiously, "Then, Master, do you know this technique?"

There was a hint of hope in her tone, as if she had grasped the last straw.

However, Xingze did not do as she wished. Instead, he stood up, looked slightly angry, and looked at Xu Wan with sharp eyes.

"Xu Wan, as a cultivator now, you should focus on your cultivation and stop being bothered by these mundane matters."

His tone was filled with unquestionable majesty, "Before the end of get out of class at midnight today, you must hand in 10,000 spiritual herbs. I will record them myself.

If you fail to reach it, you will be punished with a ruler!"

Before he finished speaking, a ruler appeared out of thin air in Xingze's hand. It emitted a faint fluorescent light, as if it contained some mysterious power.

The appearance of the ruler made Xu Wan wake up instantly. She was well aware of her teacher's strictness and fairness, and also understood her responsibilities and mission at the moment.

So, she took a deep breath and devoted herself to sorting and classifying the spiritual herbs again, secretly vowing in her heart that she would work hard to complete the task assigned by her teacher.

As the melodious chimes of the midnight bell rang out, echoing throughout the spacious classroom, Xu Wan breathed a sigh of relief, a smile of relief spreading across her face as she whispered, "get out of class is finally over."

At the same time, Xingze slowly stood up from his high throne that symbolized authority and walked steadily to the front of Xu Wan.

His eyes fell on the boxes filled with spiritual herbs. The spiritual herbs in the boxes were neatly arranged and the quantity was clear at a glance.

Xingze glanced at the boxes, his expression instantly becoming serious. He said in a deep voice, "Xu Wan, you haven't completed the 10,000 spiritual herbs yet. Follow me to the high platform to receive your punishment."

After saying this, he turned around and strode towards the platform. Xu Wan lowered her head, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes, and followed Xingze silently.

Arriving at the platform, Xingze picked up a ruler from the table and looked at Xu Wan sharply: "Stretch out your hand."

Xu Wan hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her left hand.

Xingze noticed the golden bracelet on her wrist and frowned slightly: "Xu Wan, do you admit your guilt?

The Lingshan sect rules clearly stipulate that Lingshan disciples are not allowed to wear jewelry."

Before he finished speaking, Xingze stretched out his left palm with the palm facing up.

The golden bracelet seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and instantly disappeared from Xu Wan's wrist and appeared in Xingze's palm.

Xu Wan's face changed drastically when he saw this. He immediately knelt on the ground and pleaded urgently, "Master, that is the amulet that the Emperor made for me using the precious Golden Spirit Stone. Please return it to me."

Xingze held the golden bracelet tightly and could feel the fluctuations of spiritual power contained in it.

He glanced at Xu Wan and saw her anxious expression. Something in his heart moved him, and he said, "So it was given by the Emperor. If that's the case, I'll keep it for you."

Xu Wan's heart tightened when she heard this, fearing that Xingze would crush the gold bracelet, but Xingze's tone was very firm and left no room for doubt.

Xingze slowly placed the faintly glowing gold bracelet in his left hand on the table. The gold bracelet looked even more dazzling under the candlelight.

His face was solemn and his eyes were sharp as torches. He gestured to Xu Wan to stand up and accept punishment.

Xu Wan trembled slightly, her eyes involuntarily falling on the ancient ruler tightly held in Xingze's right hand, her heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Xingze held the ruler tightly in his right hand and hit Xu Wan's slender left palm with unquestionable force.

Suddenly, the sound of the ruler hitting the skin echoed in the empty classroom, carrying a hint of irresistible majesty.

After two seconds, Xu Wan's brows were furrowed, and her delicate face was full of pain.

Three times, until the twenty strokes of the ruler were over, a shocking gash appeared on Xu Wan's palm, and blood slowly seeped out like a trickle, staining her palm red.

However, there was no mercy in Xingze's deep eyes standing in front of her, as if all this was the punishment she deserved.

At this time, outside Fuxi Pavilion, two attendants stopped at the door, their eyes looking through the crack in the door, closely watching everything that happened in the school.

One of the attendants held a tray with a set of purple disciple uniform neatly placed on it. The uniform had a calm color, highlighting the disciple's status and dignity. A snow-white hairband was also carefully placed on it, as if it was prepared for a new disciple.

Another servant was holding a pair of brand new boots and waiting quietly.

When the sound of the ruler punishing the students in the school clearly reached their ears, the two attendants couldn't help but look reluctant and sighed in their hearts.

Although they knew that Xingze Xianjun had always been strict and fair and never showed favoritism to his disciples, they couldn't help but feel a little pity when they saw with their own eyes that he was so strict with his female disciples.

They secretly wondered, although Xingze Xianjun did this to temper his disciples' character, could such a cruel method really convince his disciples? Was it too harsh?