"That blond thinks he can pursue Su Qingqing, look at him all beaten up like a pig..."
A voice filled with laughter and mockery said. The speaker was a rather handsome-looking guy, dressed in designer clothes, seemingly someone with a bit of status.
"Serves him right, this little punk is always bullying girls, and now he's kicked a steel board." A freckled-faced girl clenched her fists and said angrily.
"Filthy punk, it'd be better if he got beaten to death..."
"But that officer who beat him up was so handsome, seemed like he was Su Qingqing's brother. Didn't expect Su Qingqing to have such a fierce brother given she's usually so quiet at school." A chubby girl said with starry eyes.
"..."
"You guys better stop talking, this guy looks like he's about to wake up..."
Qin Yang's head felt foggy and his eyelids were heavy. The surroundings were filled with chaotic noise. Qin Yang's brows furrowed, and after a bit, he managed to muster the strength to open his eyes.
The world before him gradually became clear. The people around wore strange clothes, and most of them looked at him with mockery and disdain, especially the one standing closest to him.
"Huh? Wasn't I fighting the Unihorn Fire Dragon Beast in the Flame Forest? How did I end up here?"
Qin Yang felt a surge of wariness in his heart and murmured softly.
"Hahaha... Listen to this guy, battling some beast in a forest—this blond must've gotten beaten silly."
The others showed some fear toward the blond, but the guy in designer clothes was already laughing out loud, mercilessly sarcastic.
"Oh, right, isn't it popular to time travel these days? You're not saying you time-traveled, are you? Hahaha..."
The reckless mocking was rather piercing.
Qin Yang furrowed his brows, with a sense of killing intent in his eyes. He was a cultivator of Celestial Dao Sect from Immortal Yuan Continent, reaching the Immortal Venerable Realm at a young age and praised as a once-in-a-hundred-years genius, receiving great admiration from his sect's disciples. He'd never been subjected to such mocking tones.
Just as he wanted to give the guy a lesson, Qin Yang's face froze.
"What's happening, where's my mana?" The empty feeling in his dantian made Qin Yang's face look extremely ugly.
"Also, where exactly is this place..."
Qin Yang glanced at his surroundings, noticing the peculiar and bizarre tall buildings.
However, the decoration was rather pitiable compared to the grand and imposing architecture of the Celestial Dao Sect soaring on mountaintops.
"That Unihorn Fire Dragon Beast, during a mutual suffering moment, suddenly broke through a bottleneck, its dragon lineage ignited, engulfing me in a sea of flames..." Qin Yang recalled events before passing out, trying to figure out what was happening.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, memories not belonging to Qin Yang surged violently in his mind, the pain as if piercing his soul, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
Qin Yang bit his pale lip, a trace of uncommon resilience gleamed in his eyes.
Three minutes later, the stabbing pain subsided, a hint of redness returned to Qin Yang's pale face.
"Turns out it's real, a time travel from Immortal Yuan Continent to this world called 'Earth'..."
Surprise flickered in Qin Yang's eyes. He thought he was dead at the hands of the Unihorn Fire Dragon Beast, but unexpectedly, his soul traveled through time to a new world.
The owner of this body was also named Qin Yang, a senior at Yunshui City's top high school, though his reputation wasn't great.
Sporting dyed blond hair, a standard punk appearance, albeit a small-time punk—teasing girls, backtalking teachers, picking fights when bored, hardly committing any real misconduct, just a tiny shrimp in school.
The reason why this body's former owner collapsed was due to some crazy impulse, wanting to confess to the class goddess before graduation, even bought eleven roses.
Yet, just before confessing, who'd have thought the girl's officer brother visited the school, and seeing Qin Yang's punk appearance, mistook him for disturbing his sister, without a word beat the former body owner down in front of the teaching building.
"Ah, what a failure! A supreme prodigy of Celestial Dao Sect time-traveled, only to inhabit a small-time punk, even getting beaten while trying to pick up girls."
Qin Yang lightly sighed. Before traveling, he was handsome, clad in white, pivot of numerous beauties from both immortal and demonic paths, though he only pursued the Immortal Dao, never putting these matters in mind.
"Well, if you've seen enough, go back."
Qin Yang coldly swept his gaze over the spectators, frowning.
Under Qin Yang's gaze, some people showed a flicker of fear, obviously ordinary students were somewhat afraid of Qin Yang, the minor thug.
"Heh, you idiot trying to act tough; just look at you, this coward still wants to chase Su Qingqing."
The designer-clad Wang Shuai sneered.
His gaze towards the crowd showed a hint of pride, evidently, undermining Qin Yang before everyone boosted his sense of superiority.
"Su Qingqing?"
Qin Yang paused for a moment, this was the girl the former owner pursued.
However, the current Qin Yang hardly cared about her name, merely raised his eyes indifferently and swung his right palm.
"Smack!"
A crisp and clear slap echoed, instantly displaying five bright red finger marks on Wang Shuai's face.
Qin Yang's slap almost knocked Wang Shuai to the ground, the force was undeniably strong.
"You guy, really spoke a lot of nonsense."
Qin Yang coldly glanced at the noisy guy, disdainful.
"Qin Yang, you bastard, dare to hit me?!"
Wang Shuai was stunned for a moment, then the hot sensation on his face made him roar.
"Smack!"
Qin Yang didn't bother talking, a second slap hit squarely on the five red finger markings on Wang Shuai's face.
This time, Wang Shuai was knocked to the ground, his left face swelled up immediately.
"Whimper..."
Wang Shuai covered his face, lying on the ground.
The two loud slaps rendered the surroundings silent.
"Qin Yang, you..."
Wang Shuai stared at Qin Yang, his formerly domineering self now showed a hint of fear, but deep in his eyes lay a trace of malice.
This punk must be out of his mind today; daring to hit him, a mere call and he could easily crush Qin Yang's family barbecue stall.
Qin Yang furrowed his brows, naturally noticing the malice in Wang Shuai's eyes, which he found quite unpleasant, just about to give the guy a memorable lesson when a plump figure suddenly pushed through the crowd.