As class was about to start, six people walked into the lecture hall. From their swaggering gait, it was clear they were used to being arrogant and domineering.

Leading the group was a burly man with a broad frame, bull-like eyes under thick eyebrows, and a face full of muscle. His brocade robe looked completely out of place on him.

Among them was also a sharp-tongued man, following closely behind the burly man, looking like someone who relied on others for power.

As they entered, all the students in the class immediately stood up. The six seemed accustomed to this and continued walking with an air of superiority.

This made Huang Ye, who remained seated, stand out awkwardly. He felt someone gently nudge his chair.

Turning to look, he saw an ordinary-looking young man not far from him, winking and gesturing for him to stand up.

Huang Ye smiled at him but didn't respond, remaining seated.

The six who entered also noticed Huang Ye and were momentarily stunned.

The sharp-tongued man said to the burly man, "Big brother, it's that poor kid from the other day."

The burly man nodded, "Looks like he managed to get some money. There's more income for us today. Go ask him."

The man walked over.

"Kid, didn't expect you to get money so quickly. Do you know the rules here?"

"Speak!" Huang Ye replied indifferently.

"You've got some nerve, talking to me like that."

Huang Ye glanced at him, staying silent. He wanted to curse him out but decided against it, waiting for the other to provoke him first so he could have the moral high ground to retaliate.

This was important; having reason on your side made things easier.

"Damn it, I'm talking to you, and you're sitting there so comfortably. Looks like you need to be taught a lesson."

As soon as the man said this, everyone knew a show was about to start, and they all looked on with schadenfreude.

They thought Huang Ye indeed needed to be taught a lesson. Everyone else had stood up, yet this poor student remained seated.

If such an oblivious and pretentious pauper wasn't taught a lesson, it would be a disservice to the audience.

After the man spoke, Huang Ye remained seated, calm and composed, as the man swung his palm towards Huang Ye's head.

"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed.

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Everyone inwardly cheered, thinking he deserved a good beating for pretending.

But when they saw the scene clearly, they all widened their eyes and gaped in disbelief.

What was going on? How was the kid still sitting there, while Zhou Kun was the one holding his face?

Zhou Kun was also stunned. He had clearly swung his palm, but it hit nothing.

Yet his own face was slapped, burning with pain, and he felt his teeth loosen, tasting blood in his mouth.

He hadn't seen Huang Ye move, so how did he get hit?

"You, you dare hit me."

"Don't make it sound so bad. You tried to hit me, and I was just defending myself."

"Damn it! Brothers, get him."

The men around the burly man rushed forward, but just as they took two steps, a voice came from the inner hall, "You little brats, have you caused enough trouble? Do you think I don't exist?"

The group immediately stopped, glaring fiercely at Huang Ye before quickly returning to their seats in the front row.

Only the burly man continued to glare at Huang Ye, leaving a harsh warning, "Kid, you've got guts."

Zhou Kun also returned to his seat, holding his face.

Old Hu leisurely walked out from the inner hall, casting a cold glance around.

When he saw Huang Ye, he was also surprised. Why was it this kid?

"What are you doing here? Do you have the money now?"

"Instructor, I've scraped together enough money over the past few days."

"Oh! You're quite dedicated to martial arts. Since you have the money, pay up before attending class."

Huang Ye stood up, walked to the podium, and took out a money pouch.

With a "clatter," he poured out a pile of scattered silver and some copper coins.

Copper coins were also currency here, issued by the banks for purchasing low-value items.

"Instructor, fifty taels, not a penny less!"

The pile of silver and copper coins shocked everyone.

This guy was something else. Where did he get so many scattered silver taels and copper coins?

The lecture hall was silent for six seconds before all the students burst into laughter.

Even Zhou Kun laughed painfully, though it hurt to do so.

Old Hu glared at Huang Ye, knowing the kid did it on purpose to get back at him for kicking him out a few days ago.

With a gloomy expression, he scanned the room, and the laughter abruptly stopped.

Indeed, Huang Ye did it on purpose. He had mobilized his three roommates to collect fifty taels of scattered silver and copper coins.

Old Hu took out a money pouch, not bothering to count, and put the scattered silver into the bag.

He casually tossed a textbook to Huang Ye.

Huang Ye caught it, nodding in satisfaction. Finally, he could learn Internal Skill.

Just as he was about to turn back to his seat.

"Wait, you seem to have forgotten something," Old Hu said.

"Instructor, is there anything else?"

"You haven't paid the lecture fee yet. It's one tael per class. Without it, you can't attend."

"Instructor, isn't the lecture fee usually collected weekly?"

"For others, yes. But you're different. I'm worried you won't be able to pay later, so I've decided to collect your fee separately each time."

"Instructor, why are you treating me differently?"

"Simple, because you're special."

"Alright, I'll pay," Huang Ye said, feigning reluctance.

Old Hu didn't expect the kid to actually pay the lecture fee. He thought Huang Ye had a hard time gathering those fifty taels, even resorting to copper coins, so he assumed he had no more silver.

He planned to kick him out of class to teach him a lesson for bringing a pile of scattered silver and copper coins to annoy him.

Huang Ye rummaged in his pocket for a while, leaving everyone curious about what he was searching for.

Finally, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, flattened it, and handed it over.

"Instructor, here you go, a hundred-tael silver note. Please give me the change."

Old Hu nearly blew his top.

"You, you've got guts!"

This kid was too wicked, deliberately disgusting him. He regretted shielding him earlier; he wouldn't lift a finger to help him again.

Sigh! Kindness is often taken advantage of.

Old Hu took out the pouch from earlier, poured it onto the podium, and began counting one by one.

Huang Ye watched Old Hu with a smile.

The students below were stunned by the scene, thinking this guy was truly vengeful, not even sparing the instructor.

Old Hu regretted not keeping Huang Ye's fifty taels separate earlier.

Now the fifty taels were mixed with his own scattered silver, making it a hassle to count.

After counting for a while, he lost patience and pushed the pile back to Huang Ye.

"Forget it, I'm not checking. You can have it all."

"Instructor, isn't this less than 99 taels?"

"I said I'm not checking. From now on, you don't have to pay the lecture fee for my class. You won't lose out."

"Instructor..."

"Get back to your seat!"

Huang Ye quickly gathered the silver and copper coins back into the pouch and returned to his seat.

Whether he gained or lost didn't matter, as long as he annoyed Old Hu.

Seeing Old Hu's angry face, everyone felt a chill, fearing he might vent his anger on them.

"No class today, meditate for a day," Old Hu said angrily.

Great, as expected, they were the ones to suffer.

"Excuse me, Instructor! I haven't learned it yet," Huang Ye raised his hand.

"It's written in the textbook!"

Huang Ye thought for a moment and said nothing more, sitting cross-legged on his chair, meditating while reading the textbook.

In less than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, he finished the entire textbook, put it away, and closed his eyes to meditate, pondering the textbook's content.

The other students didn't notice Huang Ye's actions, as they were all meditating with their eyes closed.

But Old Hu at the podium saw everything clearly, and suspicion arose in his heart.