Why My Cultivation Method So Different？

"Ye Qingxuan, get up!"    

A deafening voice was heard, accompanied by a piece of chalk.    

The chalk hit Ye Qingxuan's head hard. Ye Qingxuan was woken up by the sudden attack. He replied in a daze, "Master... wait..."    

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.    

"Hahaha!"    

"Oh my! What kind of dream is our stupid Ye having?"    

"It must be something bad."    

"Yeah, damn otaku."    

"How vulgar. Hmph!"    

"Silence!"    

Following the furious rebuke of the teacher, everyone shut their mouths.    

The teacher could not help but glance contemptuously at Ye Qingxuan and say.    

"Alright, since he's up, let's continue with the lesson."    

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, everyone turned their eyes to the podium and ignored Ye Qingxuan.    

Little did they know that Ye Qingxuan's heart was in turmoil at this moment.    

I... I'm not in Cultivation Realm, why would I be here?    

He looked at his tender palm and was slightly startled.    

He hurriedly took out a mirror and looked at his face, as expected! It was ordinary and unattractive, without a trace of handsomeness.    

"Mo... Could it be that everything I did before was a dream?"    

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.    

Ye Qingxuan hurriedly circulated the magic power in his body, and instantly, he felt a wave of primeval force in his body!    

As expected! Ye Qingxuan shook his head and smiled bitterly. That was not a dream, that was indeed what he had experienced!    

If it was really a dream, then how should he explain the magic in his body?    

There was only one explanation. He seemed to have returned to the city. That was true. The magic in his body represented everything.    

In other words, he could return to Cultivation Realm at any time.    

Then what was there to be afraid of! If he did it, it would be over. With his fusion realm strength, he could basically sweep away an entire army in this city.    

Ding, ding, ding, ding!    

When Ye Qingxuan finished thinking, the class had already ended. Most of the people had already left the classroom.    

Just as Ye Qingxuan was about to get up and leave, a beautiful and refined woman appeared in front of him.    

Her eyes were sharp, and she looked at him with disdain. She said with an extremely bad attitude, "Tomorrow is my birthday. I hope you can go. If you don't go, the students will gossip about me."    

"You can just be a dead man. You can eat whatever you want. Just don't say anything."    

Ye Qingxuan looked up and was shocked. Shen Mengyao! She was a young lady from a rich family. She was quite free.    

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer, so this lass used him to make up the numbers, and even made me become a dead person?    

Ye Qingxuan's disregard was undoubtedly a provocation towards this young lady from a rich family.    

"What kind of attitude is that? Do you know that I have already given you enough face? Don't you not know how to appreciate favors. You don't deserve to be my dog with your status! Understand?"    

Shen Mengyao had been pampered since she was young and was pampered by others since she was young.    

Thus, she developed this tsundere personality. When she saw Ye Qingxuan's attitude of ignoring her, she immediately became angry.    

She couldn't blame the young lady for this. Ye Qingxuan was an orphan, and this school was built on his uncle's connections. Moreover, her aunt didn't like her, and she always targeted her. It was very difficult for people to not discriminate against her.    

Ye Qingxuan couldn't be bothered to argue with him. He yawned and said arrogantly, "Fine, fine, fine. D * mn, I don't even deserve to be your dog. You think too highly of me."    

"You!!! Ye Qingxuan, you are finished!" Shen Mengyao pointed at Ye Qingxuan and stomped her foot.    

Ye Qingxuan really didn't want to argue with this kind of young lady. He was the most annoyed with this kind of tsundere young lady.    

Thus, he did not even turn his head and directly walked out of the classroom.    

This gave Shen Mengyao quite a bit of anger.    

Walking out of the school and facing this familiar yet unfamiliar city, Ye Qingxuan could not help but feel a sense of belonging in his heart.    

However, his whereabouts were unknown. He thought about it in his heart and decided to go to his uncle's house.    

After all, there was no other place for him to stay besides his uncle's house.    

Thus, he hailed a taxi by the roadside and headed in the direction of his aunt's house in his memory.    

In a short while, he arrived at his uncle's house.    

Although his uncle's house wasn't a prestigious family, it could still be considered a wealthy family. This huge house was truly terrifying.    

When Ye Qingxuan entered the house, he saw an old man giving his uncle-in-law a vase.    

The old man laughed and said, "This is a vase from the Song Dynasty. It's priceless!"    

"Is that so? How considerate of you, Elder Chen!" The uncle cupped his hands and said with a smile.    

His eyes were almost in the shape of crescent moons.    

Ye Qingxuan could not help but sneer when he saw the vase. He looked at the vase with an extremely disdainful gaze.    

This vase didn't even have the chance to be his master's urine pot.    

"What are you doing here, kid? Is this where you came from?"    

A man with a disdainful look jumped out.    

Ye Qingxuan recognized the man at a glance. This was his uncle's child, Zhao Tianming!    

"Tianming, don't be rude!"    

Zhao Tianming wanted to continue mocking him, but his uncle stopped him.    

The old man was also very curious and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a surprised expression.    

"Young man, look at this vase. It seems to be very disdainful. Can you tell me why?"    

The old man looked at Ye Qingxuan curiously.    

"No, it's just that this vase is a fake." Ye Qingxuan said faintly.    

"Fake? Ye Qingxuan, are you so poor that you are muddle-headed?" When Zhao Tianming heard this, he was instantly enraged.    

"What Elder Chen brought must be the truth. Do I need you to appraise it?"    

"Tianming, back off!" Aunt Zhao's father immediately roared.    

Seeing this, Zhao Tianming didn't dare to say anything and obediently retreated.    

Aunt Zhao's father turned to look at Ye Qingxuan with a loving expression and said, "Qingxuan, what do you mean by this? Elder Chen's things naturally can't be fake."    

"Then uncle thinks that what I said is fake? If I say that the vase is fake, then he is fake."    

Ye Qingxuan said arrogantly.    

"Good boy, tell me what exactly looks like a fake!" The old man suddenly became angry.    

"It's nothing, I just feel like he's a fake. Believe it or not, I can't help it if you don't believe me. " Ye Qingxuan shrugged.    

After gaining insight, he felt that these people were all little kids.    

Aunt Zhao's father was also covered in cold sweat. He originally thought that Ye Qingxuan was whispering something, but it turned out that he was simply stunned.    

"Good kid! You really don't put me in your eyes!"    

The old man immediately looked at Ye Qingxuan with a pair of fiery eyes.    

"I never put you in my eyes. Who do you think you are?"    

Ye Qingxuan didn't hide anything and said everything.    

Ye Qingxuan had just checked his cultivation base. A mere Spiritual Movement Stage cultivator dared to be so arrogant.    

He would never dare to do anything in Cultivation Realm, but this was a city after all.    

It was rare to have a Qi Disciple.    

The old man was stunned at first, then he sneered and said, "Very good... very good..."    

"Die!"    

Suddenly, a palm struck.    

"It's over!"    

This thought flashed through everyone's mind.