Chapter 87 Guest Professor: Zhang Chu

Zhang Chu, snapping back to his senses, didn’t even bother to draw his Flame Sword.

He swiftly slipped on the Thunderstorm Gauntlets.

With a universal middle finger gesture, understood throughout the galaxy, the Iron-armed Ape was completely enraged, leaping at Zhang Chu with ferocious intent.

The entire living room was blasted to pieces, resembling a massive explosion site.

He watched as the high-end floorboards were crushed under the ape’s feet.

Zhang Chu dodged the Iron-armed Ape’s attack with a nimble sidestep and landed a powerful “Skyrocket” punch, infused with thunderous energy, directly into its abdomen.

Bang!

A three-star Dual Force Warrior against a two-star Stellar Beast—almost ridiculously easy.

With a single punch, the Iron-armed Ape didn’t even have the chance to fight back; it fell on the spot, its defeat absolute.

“You trashed my house like this? I’ll sell your corpse for renovation money and make it ten times more luxurious!”

Zhang Chu expertly excavated the ape’s core.

His passive devouring skill activated.

“Ding! Host has slain one two-star Stellar Beast. Force value +10, Spirit value +10.”

“Ding! Host has devoured one two-star core. Force value +10.”

With Zhang Chu’s current strength, dealing with a two-star Iron-armed Ape was effortless.

He’d merely been startled.

Binzhou City had a super-powered defense array crafted by powerful Realmwalkers. Entering or leaving required identity verification.

Since the tide of exotic beasts was quelled a century ago, Binzhou had never seen a beast appear inside the city.

Now, for a Stellar Beast to deliver itself to his doorstep was simply unfathomable.

Stellar Beast Storage Eggs, high-grade equipment, had been collectively destroyed a hundred years ago.

Now, only the notorious Fallen Gods Alliance—constantly vexing the Martial Management Bureau—could possess such items.

He tossed the corpse into his storage ring.

Only then did Zhang Chu notice a “greeting card” on the floor.

This “card” was made from special materials, flame-resistant and incredibly tough.

Even the blast from the Storage Egg hadn’t damaged it.

Opening the card, he saw a single sentence: “Zhang Chu, this is a warning from the Binzhou Branch of the Fallen Gods Alliance. Oppose us, and you’re courting death!”

Damn!

It was indeed the Fallen Gods Alliance’s handiwork—shameless and despicable.

The jingle of bells sounded just then.

Iron Egg’s tail swayed, and a holographic projection appeared before Zhang Chu: a staff member from Xisha Garden Property Management.

Zhang Chu answered remotely: “Hello, Mr. Zhang Chu, this is Xiao Li from Xisha Garden Property. We just detected a strong energy fluctuation in your home. Is there anything we can assist you with?”

Xisha Garden’s security was far superior to Warrior’s Home.

Even the property staff were level 3 warriors.

Energy alarm detectors were installed throughout Xisha Garden, and once fluctuations exceeded safety thresholds, the property team would detect it and dispatch a security squad for emergency support.

“Come clean up the place,” Zhang Chu replied, eyeing the chaotic living room, his obsessive tendencies aggravated.

Sneak attacks were tolerable.

Scheming was acceptable.

But causing property damage without honor was unforgivable.

Soon, the property manager personally led a team inside.

Surveying the wrecked living room, the staff exchanged uncertain glances: “Mr. Zhang Chu, what happened here? Do you need us to report to the Inspection Squad?”

“I lost control while practicing a mental combat technique,” he said. “Buy identical furniture for me.”

“Restore the living room before I return tonight.”

Zhang Chu had no intention of revealing that a Stellar Beast had appeared in Xisha Garden.

An exotic beast entering Binzhou City was a major event.

To avoid causing panic, he decided to keep it quiet for now, until he found someone trustworthy.

Watching the property team begin cleaning, Zhang Chu grabbed his car keys and left.

Restore all the furniture within four hours.

He planned to meet Wang Peng for afternoon tea.

Since becoming a Chosen, Wang Peng hadn’t quit his black market sales job—in fact, he worked harder.

Despite his assets, even buying a set of “Mental Meditation Technique” required a loan.

Zhang Chu had bought it for him.

With Wang Peng and Li Dashan in the black market, Zhang Chu gained plenty of sales channels.

Just as he stepped outside, two Inspection Squad members appeared at the villa entrance: “Mr. Zhang Chu, we’re from the Martial Management Bureau’s Inspection Squad. By regulation, we are obligated to convey Miss Su Mingyue’s request. She hopes you’ll visit the squad at your convenience; she has important matters to discuss with you.”

“Sorry, I don’t know her well,” Zhang Chu replied, shrugging and brushing past the squad members.

Such a shameless woman—what important matters could she possibly have?

No doubt, it was all about kneeling, apologizing, and trying to get herself acquitted.

Zhang Chu was a reincarnator.

He knew that once the Fallen Gods Alliance infiltrated every industry and position, a new beast tide would inevitably erupt.

His carefree life would be affected.

After an afternoon at KTV with Wang Peng, Zhang Chu returned home.

The living room was pristine, identical to before—even the ashtray on the table was the same model.

Pity that Zhang Chu didn’t smoke.

“Force Value: 8233/20000.”

“Spirit Value: 7028/20000.”

“One step closer to breaking through to four stars!”

That night, after absorbing thirty thousand-year-old clovers in the basement, Zhang Chu went to bed satisfied.

The next morning, he was awakened by the phone vibrating.

Seeing over a dozen missed calls from Zhang Xueying, Zhang Chu lazily dialed back: “Xueying, you’re calling me like crazy—missing me so much this early?”

“If I’d known you’d be so cheeky, I wouldn’t have called,” she replied.

Today was the third day of orientation for new students at the Martial Arts Research Institute.

Zhang Xueying had officially become the homeroom teacher for Class A of the first-year graduate students, on her way to the classroom for the first meeting.

Her sparkling high heels accentuated her long, slender, alabaster legs.

With the cinched-waist, long white blazer, she was practically a male heartbreaker incarnate.

Hearing Zhang Chu’s teasing over the phone, Zhang Xueying’s cheeks flushed. “Let’s be serious. Come to the school at two-thirty this afternoon; there’s a surprise waiting for you.”

“A surprise?”

Surprises were Zhang Chu’s favorite.

He guessed it was probably about his reinstatement.

He hung up.

It was already noon—twelve o’clock—before Zhang Chu lazily got out of bed. “Being a teacher at this Martial Arts Research Institute is really a rollercoaster. I just want to be the administrator of the Stellar Beast Forest and quietly grow stronger.”

…

Two-forty in the afternoon.

Clear skies, and Zhang Chu’s mood couldn’t be better.

When Zhang Xueying handed him the red-lettered document, Zhang Chu’s heart was racing.

This was more than a surprise—it was fortune descending from heaven, unstoppable!

“Xueying, pinch me—am I dreaming?”

Besides the red-letter document, there was also an employment certificate.

The words “Visiting Professor” were bold and prominent.

“Congratulations, Teacher Chu. From now on, you’re officially a visiting professor at the Martial Arts Research Institute.”

“Your appointment notice and the schedule for your first lecture have been sent to the Institute’s official channels.”