Fang Chen sighed while rolling his shoulders. "Ah, the jealousy of mortals. It never changes."
"You mocking me, pretty boy?!"
"Pretty?" Fang Chen grinned. "That's a new title for me. Usually, they call me divine."
That earned him a punch to the face.
Or rather, it would have, if Fang Chen hadn't casually leaned aside.
The fist whooshed past his cheek, missing by a hair's breadth. Liu Tao stumbled forward, losing his balance. Fang Chen caught him by the wrist, spun him around, and gently pushed him to the ground.
The crowd gasped.
Fang Chen smiled calmly. "In the future, boy, do not throw punches when your heart is uncertain. A true warrior must master his intent before his fists."
Then he patted Liu Tao's head like a child's and walked off with a lazy wave.
---
That night, back at home, Huan Chen finally regained control. He stared at his reflection in the mirror...
Longer hair... sharper features... eyes that were starting to look nothing like his old self.
"You… you're changing my face…" he muttered.
From within, Fang Chen's amused voice echoed. "I told you, mortal body and immortal soul cannot coexist without merging. Soon, you will be me — handsome, divine, and irresistible."
"Irresistible? You've got me in trouble with half the guys at school!"
"Jealousy," Fang Chen said smugly, "is the first sign of power."
Huan Chen groaned. "You're going to get me killed…"
"Impossible," Fang Chen replied. "You share a body with an immortal. The heavens themselves failed to kill me — what chance does a jealous boyfriend have?"
Then he laughed softly with an ancient and proud, yet somehow boyishly carefree tone.
"Sleep now, boy. Tomorrow, we conquer this new world — one maiden at a time."
...
...
It had been one week since Fang Chen, the Immortal Pervert of the Ancient Realms, escaped his 20,000-year imprisonment and possessed the body of an ordinary modern high schooler named Huan Chen.
And in that single week, Pekking High School had become… different.
Every hallway he walked through now buzzed with whispers. Girls who once paid no attention to Huan Chen suddenly found themselves adjusting their skirts, checking their makeup, and giggling nervously when he passed.
Teachers were confused.
Male students were jealous.
And Fang Chen... was having the time of his immortal life.
"Ah… to think this world of steel and glowing boxes hides so many enchanting maidens," Fang Chen murmured as he walked through the school gate with his long black hair tied loosely behind him.
"You've basically turned the entire school into a battlefield," Huan Chen complained inside his mind. "Every guy here wants to kill me now! Or you! Or us! I don't even know anymore!"
"Let them," Fang Chen said lightly. "It only proves they acknowledge our greatness. Besides…" — he smirked — "their girlfriends seem to prefer me alive."
"That's not the flex you think it is!"
In just a week, Fang Chen had managed to: Make three girls faint from excessive blushing... Turn the class monitor Mei Lin into a stammering mess despite her being in a relationship... Argue with the school principal about "modern education suppressing true cultivation."... And most impressively, make the entire female faculty reevaluate their moral boundaries.
But of all the women who caught his attention, only one truly intrigued him... Ms. Rong Xinyi, the school's arts and history teacher.
She was beautiful in the kind of way that made silence follow her into a room.
She was tall with long dark hair always pinned into a neat bun that Fang Chen privately thought was a crime against beauty.
Fang Chen felt her curves were similar to the cola bottle he'd grown to like so much in this modern age. She always dressed in tight above the knee short skirts with pop socks that extended up to her thick thighs.
Fang Chen couldn't deny that modern outfits such as this, tended to give women an inexplicable allure.
'Such a spectacular woman.'
Unfortunately, she was also the only teacher who refused to be charmed.
Or so she told herself.
> "The Northern dynasty fell because of the emperor's arrogance," Ms. Rong voiced while turning toward the board.
"Incorrect," Fang Chen interjected lazily from the back row with his chair tilted on two legs.
She froze mid-sentence. "Excuse me, Mr. Huan, would you care to explain how a high-schooler knows better than every historian on record?"
"Because I was there," Fang Chen said with a grin. "The emperor wasn't arrogant — his concubine was plotting with his general. A lovely woman, though quite deadly."
A ripple of laughter spread through the class. Ms. Rong's eyes narrowed. "You were there?"
"In spirit," he said with mock reverence. "One must study deeply to feel history breathe."
She sighed, fighting a smile. "If you put half that imagination into your essays, you might pass my class."
"If you graded with half the compassion of your eyes, I'd already be top of the class," he murmured.
"Detention," she said quickly — but her voice lacked conviction.
---
Later that week, during another lecture:
> "Many records suggest that the alchemists of the Western Realm were charlatans," she said.
"Wrong again," Fang Chen replied smoothly. "They were the backbone of cultivation medicine. Without them, your modern pills wouldn't exist."
"Our modern what?" she asked, exasperated.
"Pills. Elixirs. Tonics. Take your pick." He gave her a wink.
The class snickered.
She crossed her arms, trying not to smile. "You seem very sure of your facts."
"I am the facts," he replied. "You could say history remembers me better than I remember history."
"And yet," she said dryly, "you can't even remember to bring a pen to class."
Fang Chen's grin widened. "Pens are mortal tools. I prefer to write with spirit energy."
"Then you can write your test score with detention again," she said, though her eyes glimmered in reluctant amusement.
---
Over the week, Ms. Rong found herself glancing at him more often than she liked. His confidence irritated her, but there was something compelling about his certainty like someone who truly had seen centuries.
She would catch herself thinking about his strange phrasing or the way he spoke of ancient emperors as if he had dined with them. She told herself he was merely imaginative, but deep down, a small voice whispered otherwise.
---
On another morning, the students sat for their midterm tests.
This was a very important test that determined future placement, scholarships, and parental wrath.
The atmosphere in class 3-B was tense. Pencils scribbled furiously. Beads of sweat rolled down foreheads.
Mei Lin bit her lip while glancing at the clock.
Liu Tao clenched his jaw, muttering formulas like prayers.
Even the usually confident girls were hunched over their desks.
And Fang Chen?
He leaned back lazily with one leg crossed over the other, staring at the test paper as though it were a crude joke.
"You're not even writing anything!" Huan Chen hissed inside his head. "Do you want me to fail?!"
"I've answered greater tests from heavenly tribulations," Fang Chen replied smugly. "This paper of meaningless numbers is beneath me."
"It's not meaningless! It's—"
But before Huan Chen could finish, a sudden thud echoed through the room.
Everyone froze.
At the front of the class, a girl had slumped to the floor with a pale and trembling look.
"Qianru!" Mei Lin cried. "Someone call the nurse!"