Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 387 - 264: Framed!

Chapter 387: Chapter 264: Framed!

Chen Yuanyuan was all smile and suppliant towards Li Jiahao, the epitome of tall, wealthy, and handsome.

Then she cursed,

"A mere fool, and he dares to give me that look?"

"It’s so disgusting it makes my skin crawl."

Li Ping’an, standing like a statue of a god, felt nauseous as he recalled the memories of the past:

These students from the Cultivation Class, born with silver spoons in their mouths and ever so haughty in their daily lives, always looked down on ordinary people.

Using their strength, money, influence, and parents’ power, they bullied and insulted me countless times during my university days.

But when it came to the battlefield, facing the onslaught of the Witch Clan, Demon Clan, and Devil Race,

All these flowers from a greenhouse were but ants destined to die!

Li Ping’an felt contempt and revulsion from the bottom of his heart.

However, the next sentence brought Li Ping’an, somewhat arrogantly standing out from the crowd, back to reality.

The teacher, dressed in professional attire with black stockings and high heels, suddenly scolded Li Ping’an, who appeared to be making trouble:

"Li Ping’an, if you’re not going to listen to the lecture, get out!"

"..."

Li Ping’an suddenly snapped back to reality,

And hurriedly bowed to apologize to the teacher:

"I’m sorry, Teacher, please continue with the class!"

Li Ping’an slowly sat down.

He mocked himself,

"I actually got angry because of these ants’ ridicule?"

"It seems that after traveling through time, not only did I lose all my strength, but even my emotions have reverted back to my teenage years..."

Li Ping’an lowered his head, sinking into meditation, reflecting that he shouldn’t stoop to the level of these ants.

The teacher continued with the class.

Sima Pingting, sitting beside him, was quietly observing Li Ping’an, who seemed a bit different:

"Moyuan... Moyuan..."

Li Ping’an suddenly turned around, looking at Sima Pingting, the North River Cultivation Academy’s Campus Beauty, with some hesitation:

"Sima Pingting... Why didn’t I realize that the one I always liked was Sima Pingting."

Sima Pingting thought he was sleeping and having a nightmare during the class because he was meditating with closed eyes.

She asked with concern:

"Did you just have a dream?"

Li Ping’an’s eyes were filled with complexity as he replied,

"Yes, a nightmare..."

Sima Pingting seized the opportunity to tease him:

"You dare to daydream in Master Mie’s class?"

Sima Pingting changed the subject:

"Was I in your dream?"

Li Ping’an looked away and replied earnestly,

"You’ve always been there..."

For some reason, Sima Pingting’s cheeks flushed red in an instant,

Her head bowed as her heart raced,

"Oh my, why start saying these things all of a sudden..."

Meanwhile, Li Ping’an was filled with self-reproach, sinking into deep reminiscence.

That day, a member of the lower Witch Clan appeared without warning in the school and began a merciless massacre.

Although in the end it was claimed to have been eradicated by the joint hands of all Cultivators, Sima Pingting and thousands of students perished in this calamity...

When Li Ping’an found Sima Pingting’s body,

He was filled with remorse:

If I could do it all over again, I would definitely become a Cultivator!

It was from that day on that Li Ping’an’s life was completely changed...

He became the last Human Emperor of the Human Race...

Until that world was destroyed, and he transmigrated here.

Li Ping’an cast a sidelong glance at Sima Pingting, who was lost in thought, and said in a solemn low voice,

"This time! I will definitely protect you well!"

Upon hearing this, Sima Pingting felt happiness surge in her heart, and while the teacher wasn’t looking, she teasingly tapped Li Ping’an’s nose and said,

"I’m among the top hundred in the entire Immortal Sect, a genius student at the eighth layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"If you want to protect me, you’re going to have to work hard."

Li Ping’an grinned with a smile,

Although my cultivation was completely lost after transmigrating, I possess cultivation knowledge far beyond this era.

And I also have the Innate Supreme Treasure Heavenly Soul Hall, surpassing a group of Immortal Division students is just a matter of time.

Sima Pingting’s affectionate behavior towards Li Ping’an caught the attention of Li Jiahao and his gang of flatterers.

Li Jiahao said with a fierce look in his eyes,

"This kid is quite arrogant today."

One of the flatterers said, "Exactly, the whole world knows that Sima Pingting is the person Young Master Li fancies."

Another flatterer joined in the mockery,

"This kid actually thinks he can aspire to court a swan! What a toad!"

Li Jiahao, who had been tirelessly pursuing Sima Pingting, gritted his teeth and offered a bounty to his surrounding flatterers,

"Whoever can embarrass Li Ping’an in front of Sima Pingting,"

"Laozi will reward him with eighty million!"

Chen Yuanyuan, who was vain and loved wealth, lit up at the mention of eighty million,

Li Ping’an, I’m sorry, but with these eighty million, I can enroll in the Immortal Science and become a cultivator!

Chen Yuanyuan volunteered and assured Li Jiahao while thumping her chest,

"Brother Li, leave it to me! This time, I guarantee she will be ruined!"

Li Jiahao leaned back in his chair, smugly saying,

"Then it’s up to you!"

Slap!

Chen Yuanyuan instantly lost her temper, stood up, and smacked the table and chair.

In an uncontrollable rage, she pointed at Lin Guyuan and shouted loudly,

"You, Mentally Handicapped Lin! You poor devil dare to steal my wallet!"

Whoosh!

That shout instantly attracted the attention of all the students.

Even the teacher was stunned, looking at the always timid and impoverished Li Ping’an and asked in disbelief,

"Li Ping’an, is what classmate Chen Yuanyuan said true?"

Li Jiahao immediately started to jeer, with his arms crossed, reveling in self-pride,

"That’s right! The wallet is in Li Ping’an’s backpack!"

"I can testify!"

Li Jiahao’s lackeys also started shouting,

"That’s right! We can also testify!"

"We all saw Mentally Handicapped Lin stealing someone’s wallet!"

Suddenly, the whispers and pointed fingers about Li Ping’an were ceaseless.

"I can’t believe the seemingly honest Li Ping’an would actually steal!"

"It doesn’t look like it to me!"

"Doesn’t look like my ass, he’s the poorest in our class!"

"I told you this Mentally Handicapped Lin was no good!"

"Only he is capable of such thievery."

"Do you know? Mentally Handicapped Lin is an orphan, so that’s why he’s mother-born and fatherless..."