Chapter 231: Silver Fox

Sitting among nearly a hundred students, listening to the loud reading voices around him, his whole being seemed to be pulled away from the chaos of the martial world, achieving an extraordinary state of peace and tranquility.
Dressed in blue, he sat among the students, happily holding a book in his left hand, quietly flipping through it and reciting, while his right hand moved swiftly, as if guided by some force, writing neat cursive characters line after line on the blank paper…
After all, this was still a game, and the developers wouldn’t create a system that allowed players to practice calligraphy diligently within it. So, as long as players read attentively, the words they recited would naturally appear on the paper without any need for them to write by hand.
However!
This was still a fast way to gain enlightenment, much faster than mastering a martial art to the master level. Thus, reading and writing also required patience and time.
For fairness, even if players spent a great deal of money to boost their enlightenment, they had to finish reciting a whole book before the system would automatically write it down.
“Ding!”
A clear system prompt sounded: “Successfully learned ‘The Three-Character Classic’—gained one point of enlightenment!”
The first book disappeared quickly from Happy’s hands.
Unsurprised at all, he picked up another book from the table, flipped to a page, and began reciting aloud.
“The Three-Character Classic” was the simplest of all texts, taking the least time to recite—usually just a few minutes—while other texts required half an hour or even an hour or two. Thus, reading and writing became the main focus of Happy’s day.
Not attending classes in reality and instead coming to the game to read and write indeed seemed funny and somewhat novel to many: “…The mandarin ducks coo by the riverbank; the graceful maiden, the ideal partner for a gentleman…”
With the experience from his past life, Happy could recite many phrases effortlessly, fluently combining recitation and writing, just like the NPC students reciting poems nearby.
He didn’t notice the stunned expressions of the few players around him.
They were veterans of these study groups, often coming here to chat in their free time. But so far, only a few people had come to read here. Even those who did would just take a quick glance before being scared off by the exorbitant tuition fees. Occasionally, some wealthy individuals would read one copy of “The Three-Character Classic” before giving up.
Who else was like Happy?
With a stack of “expensive” books in front of him, he wrote steadily, seemingly determined to spend all his wealth here.
However!
Even if he wanted to spend it, he needed the means to do so…

As they watched, the group was completely awestruck by his joyful aura and demeanor! Holding their breath, they whispered to each other, trying to guess his identity.
“Over a dozen books… that must cost at least five or six hundred thousand…”
“Converting it to RMB would still be tens of thousands. This kid is really willing to spend money—why not just buy some top-quality books? Why raise one’s comprehension level so high now?”
“Who knows? But how do you know he doesn’t have top-quality books? Judging from his demeanor, he clearly doesn’t care about money. Tsk tsk, when can we be like that too?”
“You? Wasting your life here for nothing? I don’t think you’ll ever be able to, unless there’s inflation!”
“Shut up, jinx!”
As the group continued chatting, they became distracted by their reading and gradually lost interest, leaning over the table to kill time in boredom… Meanwhile, Happy never stopped for a moment, fully immersed in reading and writing. Several books on the table disappeared one after another.
Even when he logged off briefly and returned to the academy, he immediately picked up a book to continue reading from where he left off. The people waiting in the academy kept changing.
“Ding!”
The system notified Happy again that he had mastered another aspect of comprehension. At that moment, footsteps were heard as someone entered from outside the academy. The change in light made Happy instinctively glance toward the academy’s entrance.
A man wearing a damaged silver-white mask, revealing only half of his face, appeared not far from Happy. His feet were firmly planted, one hand resting on his sword, exuding an imposing and awe-inspiring presence! His military aura was very strong. He stood at the entrance of the academy, scanning the surroundings with a cold gaze, quickly spotting Happy in his blue clothes, standing out among the white-robed scholars.
Happy, in his blue clothes, had no trace of a martial artist’s demeanor. Holding a book and reading aloud, his gaze was calm and his temperament serene, giving him the image of a reclusive scholar. Yet the books before him gave off an aura of mystery.
Their eyes met in the air, and both of them changed expressions. Their contrasting temperaments—firm one, gentle the other—created sparks beyond imagination. The man in the silver mask had a fierce demeanor, a cold expression, and piercing eyes, as if he were a drawn sword, making the air seem thick with tension! The other players in the academy seemed completely captivated by him, holding their breath and staring in shock; Happy, on the other hand, was the opposite!

Although he appeared as a calm scholar, in the face of the man in the silver mask, with his overwhelming presence like a mountain, he seemed utterly unimpressed, like a vast, calm sea without ripples. Sitting there calmly, he made the man in the silver mask, who exuded fierce momentum, feel as if his strength was hitting nothing, causing him subtle discomfort.

His gaze darkened—A formidable opponent!

After silently nodding in respect, the man in the silver mask found a spot, planted his sword on the ground, and sat down steadily, his posture that of a general returning from battle.

Staring at this man’s back, Kai Xin’s heart swayed like waves. Memories buried deep in his heart gradually became clearer as he saw that familiar, damaged silver mask.

It was him!

The legendary player who had been a veteran, famous in the game for using his own martial art style to defeat advanced players who had reached the seventh level of mastery, thus shocking the martial world—“Silver Fox”.

Kai Xin remembered that Silver Fox became famous a long time ago, and it was he who sparked a trend of creating one’s own martial arts. Even Kai Xin had been greatly influenced by Silver Fox’s combat records and gradually began to pay attention to the concept of martial arts compatibility. Unfortunately, not long after, Silver Fox disappeared completely from the martial world.

After his own rise, Silver Fox never appeared again, seemingly retiring from the martial world due to real-life matters, which left Kai Xin, who had always longed for improvement, deeply disappointed!

Who would have thought…

There would be a chance to reunite in this life, and even in such an occasion.

Seeming to sense Kai Xin’s attentive gaze, Silver Fox turned his head. His face, hidden beneath the mask, faced Kai Xin sideways, with a faint hint of wariness and doubt in his deep sockets.

Smiling kindly, Kai Xin turned his attention back to the scroll in his hands…

It was better not to get involved in matters that had nothing to do with him.

Silver Fox might well be destined to be just a fleeting passerby in his life.

By the way, he was only three points away from meeting the requirements to practice the “Seven Stars Sword Art”—a profound upper-level sword technique, his first upper-level sword art.