Chaotic Sword Emperor-Chapter 68 – Wuhua Palace!

Wuhua Palace stood three stories high, its layout resembling a large quadrangle courtyard when viewed from above.
At the center of Wuhua Palace was a vast square, surrounded by various classrooms with signboards.
Today was the first day of classes, and the front of Wuhua Palace was filled with returning senior students. As Su Mu walked up to Wuhua Palace, no one recognized him. Whether it was the new student benefits or the banquet, only a portion of the senior students had appeared.
Entering Wuhua Palace, Su Mu glanced around. Each classroom had a signboard, with inscriptions like Cultivation, Swordsmanship, Blade Arts, Spear Arts, Alchemy, and Artifact Crafting, all popular courses. Each classroom specialized in one particular field.
After a brief contemplation, Su Mu headed towards the classroom with the Cultivation sign. Swordsmanship was something he didn't need to learn; he only needed to keep comprehending it. He was already close to grasping the second level of Sword Intent. Even in the Martial House, there were very few who had reached this level!
Cultivation, on the other hand, posed a significant challenge for him, mainly accumulating Yuan Liquid to open the second Hidden Vein. It wasn't just for himself; if he didn't open the second Hidden Vein within two and a half months, Huang Yiyun would be beyond saving.
Entering the Cultivation classroom, he found it quite empty, with only a few people sitting in the back row. Su Mu recognized some familiar faces among them.
"Su Mu, junior brother?"
The students in the back row were surprised to see Su Mu and called out in astonishment.
Hearing them call him that, Su Mu remembered that those students were senior students from the Fifth Division.
"Senior brothers, why are you sitting back there?" He greeted them with a wave and casually found a seat in the front row. The front row had better seats; why sit in the back?
Seeing Su Mu sit in the front row, the faces of those Fifth Division senior students changed.
"Junior brother, you can't sit here." Two senior students hurriedly went up to persuade Su Mu.
"Why can't I sit here?" Su Mu asked, puzzled. "Are the seats assigned?"
He checked the drawer but found no personal belongings.
"The seats aren't assigned, but the front row is for senior students from the first four divisions. You can't sit here." The two Fifth Division seniors were anxious, glancing towards the classroom entrance.
"I'm a senior student now," Su Mu said with a light smile. He had made it onto the senior student list, so he was naturally considered a senior.
"No, junior brother, the front row is for senior students from the first four divisions. We can only sit in the back, and even then, only in the corners." They pointed to the corners of the back row.
"What?" Su Mu turned to look. Sure enough, the Fifth Division seniors were sitting in the far corners. The large classroom could seat at least three hundred people, and there were three Cultivation classrooms, accommodating a total of nine hundred students. But not all senior students would attend the Cultivation class, so there were plenty of empty seats.
The Fifth Division seniors were clearly not sitting in the corners by choice but were forced there by the senior students from the first four divisions!
"The first four divisions are too much!" Anger rose in Su Mu's eyes. He had thought that the new student benefits and banquet were the end of it, and that senior students would be treated better. But it was even worse!
"Junior brother, you should get up. They're about to come to class. If they see you, you'll get beaten up." The Fifth Division seniors continued to persuade him, their words filled with bitterness. The Fifth Division had been weak for a long time; they had resigned themselves to their fate.
"This is outrageous. Doesn't anyone care? Do the instructors do nothing?" Su Mu asked angrily. What was the point of becoming stronger if they had to endure such humiliation?
"Care? Of course, they care." The two seniors shook their heads bitterly, their eyes flashing with hatred. "The instructors always blame us first. We not only don't get justice but also face retaliation from the first four divisions. ing to the instructors is worse than saying nothing."
"Such people are fit to teach?" Su Mu was furious. Were the students of the Fifth Division not human? Did they deserve such unfair treatment?
"What are you trash doing in the front row? Did you take my seat?"
Suddenly, a voice of abuse came from the door. The faces of the two Fifth Division seniors turned pale. They turned to see senior students from the Third Division entering in groups.
"We, we didn't!" The two hurriedly waved their hands, even retreating in fear, but soon bumped into the seats.
Su Mu's face darkened. How much fear must they have endured to retreat at a single word? It was evident how much bullying the Fifth Division seniors had suffered!
"Not only did you take my seat, but you also dirtied it!"
"Disgusting!"
A Third Division senior student kicked a Fifth Division senior in the stomach. As the seats and desks were fixed, the Fifth Division senior was wedged into the seat, his back pressed against the steel.
Despite the pain in his stomach and back, the Fifth Division senior endured it, hoping it would end with just this kick.
The other Fifth Division senior was terrified and quickly ran to the back row.
Seeing this, the Third Division seniors grinned smugly. They enjoyed bullying the Fifth Division seniors. But when they saw Su Mu sitting in the seat, their smiles vanished, replaced by cold glares.
"Who are you? What are you doing in our seat?" A tall and burly Third Division senior glared down at Su Mu.
Su Mu glanced coldly at him, stood up, and helped the Fifth Division senior to his feet, brushing the dust off him.
"Are you okay?"
The Fifth Division senior, enduring the pain, shook his head.
"I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me?" The Third Division senior roared, pointing at Su Mu.
A cold light flashed in Su Mu's eyes. He grabbed the Third Division senior's finger and squeezed hard!
"Ah! Ahhh!"
The Third Division senior screamed in pain, falling to his knees.
"I'm from the Fifth Division. Got a problem with that?" Su Mu said coldly, then kicked the Third Division senior in the stomach.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
The Third Division senior nearly vomited bile from the kick, screaming in agony.
"This is outrageous! A Fifth Division student dares to hit someone!"
"You Fifth Division people are asking for it!"
The other Third Division seniors were furious and rushed to surround Su Mu.
"Swish!"
Suddenly, a sharp aura filled the air. The Third Division seniors froze, their faces stinging as if cut.
"Sword, Sword Intent!"
"You're Su Mu!"
The Third Division seniors stared at Su Mu in shock. There was only one person in the entire Martial House who had mastered Sword Intent at such a young age—Su Mu!
"You're Su Mu?" Their faces twisted with rage, teeth gnashing.
"A brat like you made it into the top five hundred!"
"Who do you think you are, lording over us!"
"Today, we'll see what makes you think you deserve to be ahead of us!"
The Third Division seniors attacked Su Mu. When they returned to the academy and saw the senior student rankings, they were furious. They had been surpassed by an unknown name from the Fifth Division, which was a disgrace!
They had heard that the person who surpassed them was a trash Fate Palace cultivator who had comprehended Sword Intent. Being surpassed by such trash was an even greater humiliation!
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Today, they would show this trash Fate Palace cultivator their strength!