Qin Ye lay on his bed, completely motionless.

The sun was already setting, but he didn’t want to move, nor did he want to return to Hell. Just today, he wanted to be selfish.

It had been a short year at the First Academy of Cultivators, yet it was sufficient to leave him with plenty of cherished memories. He was savoring the feeling of living proper, and not merely surviving and getting by.

It was soon 6.00 p.m. With the early dusk in spring, the campus grounds were soon illuminated with electric lights.

It was quiet and peaceful. Unfortunately, he knew that as soon as he stepped out of this ivory tower he was in, he would never again experience the unique atmosphere in this place ever again.

Just then, someone suddenly burst through his door. A student rushed into his room, crying out at the top of his voice, “Instructor Qin! Something’s happened!!”

“What’s going on?” Qin Ye responded calmly.

“A student has passed out!” Qin Ye had seen this student before. He knew that he was from the Faculty of Combat, but he couldn’t recall his name in the heat of the moment. The student continued rattling on like an anxious machine gun, “I don’t know what happened, but his pulse has stopped as well! I couldn’t locate any of the other instructors around either!”

“Take me to him.” Qin Ye immediately leapt to his feet. At the very least, he still considered himself as an instructor of the First Academy of Cultivators right now.

The student led him straight towards the cafeteria. The closer they drew to the cafeteria, the more Qin Ye furrowed his brows.

Something’s wrong…

It should be mealtime right...