Chapter 016: Did you say the Monk's Flesh is coming?

Bai Chuwei’s expression became somewhat complicated. Yet, as someone who had lived for over five thousand years, she quickly regained her usual composure.

Duan Xingye wasn’t bothered at all by Bai Chuwei’s apparent eccentricity; he was exceedingly attentive. “Divine Doctor Bai, can you save my grandfather? No matter the cost, it’s not an issue.”

Bai Chuwei remained calm and collected. “Even if all ten branches of your Duan family pooled their wealth, it still wouldn’t amount to half of mine.”

Over the past five thousand years, she had amassed so much wealth it could challenge the world.

Everyone present: …She really is eccentric.

What kind of family was the Duan family? A century-old dynasty! The most formidable families in the country were the Eight Great Houses—rumor had it they were once servants to a mysterious figure who helped them rise to the pinnacle of power. The Duan family, however, was an anomaly; they had relied on no one, and under Fourth Master Duan’s thunderous leadership, they were poised to trample the Eight Great Houses beneath their feet.

And Bai Chuwei dared to look down on the Duan family? Was she out of her mind?

The surrounding students' gazes grew increasingly mocking. Pretty but brainless—was she just a decorative vase?

Duan Xingye, though speechless at Bai Chuwei’s words, still persisted. “Divine Doctor Bai, as long as you save my grandfather, the Duan family will agree to anything you ask!”

At that moment, a tall figure flashed through Bai Chuwei’s mind. She subconsciously curled her lips. “Would a person suffice?”

Would a person suffice?

Duan Xingye was stunned, unable to respond before a shrill, grating female voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm. “This isn’t a marketplace, girls coming to class to flirt—don’t corrupt the other students.”

Bai Chuwei looked up—it was a woman in her thirties, lightly made up: Teacher Li, the language instructor.

Bai Chuwei replied, “You’re unwell.”

Li Juan’s face instantly darkened. “You—you dare insult a teacher?”

The students around were shocked. Bai Chuwei was truly bold; she even dared to offend Teacher Li, who was notorious for holding grudges.

Bai Chuwei’s tone was indifferent. “Just stating the truth.”

She raised her hand and gently rubbed her brow. She wondered, over these past twenty years, how these people managed to live—each one seemed more or less afflicted.

Li Juan immediately wanted to expel Bai Chuwei, but she recalled that this student had been personally sent by Old Master Bai. Expelling her now would be a slap in his face.

Li Juan stared at Bai Chuwei’s delicate, dewy cheeks and gritted her teeth. “No more lessons. Prepare for the exam!”

The classroom erupted in groans, and several students shot Bai Chuwei resentful looks.

The language exam was different from other tests—it required writing a lot, and their hands would ache.

This new student was clearly a menace!

Bai Chuwei found modern exams rather intriguing. After receiving her test paper, she scanned it quickly and her brow furrowed.

Why were they testing her poetry—and asking her to analyze the meaning behind every character?

Bai Chuwei recalled: when she composed those poems, she hadn’t considered any deeper meaning… Had her descendants really overanalyzed them to this extent?

*

Today was Bai Chuwei’s first day at Henghua High. Early that morning, news of Bai Yinyin’s wardrobe malfunction—her clothes snapping and revealing sexy lingerie—was spreading wildly across the school forum.

Bai Chuwei glanced at the old phone in her bag, once used by Bai Yinyin, and decided she should buy herself a new one.

“Divine Doctor Bai, could you come see my grandfather?”

Without looking back, Bai Chuwei strode out of the school. “I’m very busy.”

Duan Xingye was nearly in tears as he hurried after her. “Please don’t go. My Fourth Uncle is coming.”

Bai Chuwei’s steps halted abruptly. She spun around, eyes shining. “Did you say the monk’s meat is coming?”