Chapter Thirty-One: The Master of Formations

With Yu Shifei’s exclamation of “lecher,” everyone in the livestream heard it, and now they were truly headed for the headlines.

“Ahhh! Streamer, you beast, what on earth did you do to my two goddesses?”

“Heavens! Is there any place left in this world for us humble folk? I despise you, streamer!”

“Those two shameless vixens actually tried to seduce my streamer—how despicable!”

“Sister upstairs, please don’t butt in.”

“Is there any courier service that delivers to another world? I want to send the streamer a razor blade!”

“I just tipped over a dozen gold coins, and now I deeply regret it.”

“I just want to ask, streamer, are you still pure?”

“What are you planning, upstairs? The streamer is mine.”

Chen Bo kept silent. If he revealed the truth, he’d lose all his dignity. Even spinning a lie would mean piling on countless more to cover it up later; sometimes, silence was the best answer.

He journeyed on without a word, nerves taut. Even while sleeping, he made sure to stay close to the other tutors, never daring to approach Yu Shifei, terrified she’d swing her sword at him in the middle of the night.

He had no idea how strong she really was, but he was certain she'd be able to dispatch him—and probably everyone else present—in an instant.

He also kept his distance from Yu Xiner. She wasn’t as formidable as Yu Shifei, but she could still easily take his head off. Among those present, Chen Bo was undoubtedly the weakest.

While Yu Shifei and Yu Xiner were distracted, Zhao Qing poked Chen Bo’s arm, his face full of curiosity. “Chen Bo, what on earth is going on? Did you really pluck the two flowers of our academy?”

“Well, that’s a long story. But I’ll try to make it short. Though, honestly, I have no idea how to make a long story short.” Chen Bo sighed.

His demeanor made it clear he had no intention of talking, leaving Zhao Qing disappointed. He didn’t realize Chen Bo was too afraid to speak; if he did, he’d probably be dead in the next instant.

Watching the lively chaos in the livestream, Chen Bo could only smile bitterly. “What the streamer did will never be spoken aloud, but I can promise you all—I never touched a single hair on either of them!”

Truthfully, he really hadn’t touched them. Even the kick he received from Yu Shifei last time was through clothing.

“Can we trust the streamer’s words? Don’t make me laugh!”

“Some streamer picks flowers live, earning a million piles of dung a month.”

“Ugh, that’s disgusting, I’m eating here!”

“Let’s see whether Yu Shifei or Yu Xiner is the female lead!”

“I think it’s Yu Shifei. After all, Yu Xiner barely appears and speaks so little—she must have a cold personality.”

“Yu Xiner is my type. So tranquil, gives off that vibe of long, straight black hair. Not like Yu Shifei, who calls herself ‘Auntie’ and ‘Grandma’ at every turn. She’s obviously a bit wild.”

“How dare you insult my goddess Yu Shifei!”

“Support Yu Xiner!”

“Stop arguing—this is clearly the start of a harem!”

The moment that comment appeared, everyone was stunned, including Chen Bo. A harem? What kind of joke was that? He was more afraid his little brother would be worn down to a toothpick!

More importantly, Yu Shifei was beautiful, but far too fiery—quick to draw her sword at the slightest provocation. She hadn’t killed Chen Bo simply because she lacked a suitable reason; after all, he was a tutor at Tianyang Academy, and she had to consider her father.

Well, truth be told, she was afraid Chen Bo might have already spread the news about catching her bathing. If Chen Bo died, that information could leak out, ruining her reputation.

But would Chen Bo really have the foresight to prepare for that? In reality, the girl was deeply paranoid, beyond any hope of cure.

Even the seemingly gentle Yu Xiner harbored a violent soul within. They were all vulgar at heart—how could they be so quick to lay hands on people? If only he could beat them, he’d smack their behinds until they were swollen.

Chen Bo’s mind wandered maliciously, and before he realized it, drool trickled down his chin. He hurriedly wiped it away, startled.

“Damn, the streamer’s expression just now was disgusting—maybe he really is starting a harem?”

“The streamer is always turning off the stream. I bet whenever he does, he’s off playing stallion.”

“I think the streamer’s harem already numbers over a hundred.”

“The size of the harem doesn’t matter—so long as the two goddesses are mine.”

“That Qin Ruolan is beautiful, too! Why weren’t you all so excited before?”

“Because Qin Ruolan gives off villain vibes, just not likable.”

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After a few more days, Chen Bo lived in constant anxiety. Finally, he spotted a towering city wall up ahead, and on its face, three giant characters—Tianyang City!

At last, they had arrived. Chen Bo secretly breathed a sigh of relief; finally, he could keep some distance from those two violent beauties. He hadn’t slept well a single night these past days.

“So this is Tianyang City? What a majestic wall, so tall. I doubt even sparrows or other birds could fly over it,” someone exclaimed in awe.

Except for those who lived in Tianyang City, everyone was shocked, Chen Bo included. In a world without steel or concrete, such a monumental wall was a miracle!

“Not only can birds not fly over, even if flying beast spirits attack, as long as there aren’t too many, the walls can hold them off and turn the tables!” one tutor explained.

“These walls aren’t just tall—they’re full of secrets. If you view Tianyang City from above, you’ll see the walls form a formation. Once activated, it can withstand massive waves of beast spirit attacks!”

“If pushed to its limit, it can even kill experts in the late stage of innate cultivation! And this formation was constructed by our academy’s vice dean. He’s a formidable formation master!” the tutor said with pride.

Damn, it’s actually a formation? Chen Bo was shocked anew.

Formation masters were even rarer than weapon refiners. If weapon refiners were a nationally protected species, formation masters were the top-tier, akin to pandas and golden monkeys.

Formations were mysterious, using all sorts of odd materials, powered by energy stones or crystals, and could unleash terrifying power. Becoming a formation master was a path fraught with challenges, requiring innate talent above all.

Even with talent, you’d need decades of experience to even scratch the surface. Thankfully, in this world, cultivation extended one’s lifespan—rumor had it the empire’s strongest was already over six hundred years old.

He never expected Tianyang Academy to have a formation master, and apparently a very powerful one at that.

Looking back, I realize my earlier writing was rushed, and the quality suffered. Now, having slowed down a bit, it’s much better—at least it’s not at the bottom anymore.