Tiangang and Disha, the world of sorcerers.

Ryan Carter has many different identities. Teachers and classmates call him "Ryan Carter", a good student; those seeking medical help call him "Doctor Yan", a good doctor; those seeking fortune-telling call him "Master Yan", a good fortune-teller; in the business world, well-dressed tycoons respectfully address him as "Mr. Yan", as if he were a true gentleman...

In the martial world, some call him "Little Yan", some call him "Young Master Yan", but no one dares to call him "Eldest Young Master Yan"!

Simply because, in the martial world, the Yan family holds half the power.

And "Eldest Young Master Yan" is naturally the rightful heir of the Yan family.

So is he the Young Master, or the Eldest Young Master? Let’s wait and see.

Looking down upon the world, my heart soars!

PS: No gods, no ghosts, no immortals, no demons—only Yin and Yang, the study of Yi, physiognomy, fate, feng shui, geomancy, medicine, and national martial arts. The author strives to present everyone with a true martial world.

Chapter 1: The Three Upper Sects and the Five Lower Sects

Early spring.

Weizhou City, Weizhou No. 1 High School.

The first cafeteria was bustling with noise and excitement.

The lunch bell had just rung not long ago, and the cafeteria was already packed with students eating. Even more students were swarming toward the cafeteria. They bounced and laughed, brimming with youth and energy.

Weizhou No. 1 High School is the largest school in Weizhou City, with more than seven thousand students.

No wonder—although Weizhou is virtually unknown nationwide, it is at least a "frontier stronghold" of Yidong Province in the great southwest, located at the junction of three provinces, long known as the southwestern gateway of Yidong, and is the largest and most prosperous central city in the southwest region of Yidong Province.

But compared to the real central cities to the north, east, and south, this "central city" is rather unimpressive.

However, the students waiting in line clearly weren’t thinking that far ahead; all they cared about was how many people were still in front of them.

While most students were still in line, Ryan Carter and William Thompson were already eating.

When it came to lining up for food, no one was more enthusiastic than William Thompson.

Most of the time, William Thompson was first in line.

By the time Ryan Carter strolled into the cafeteria, William Thompson had already gotten food for both of them, so Ryan Carter could just sit down and enjoy.

They were best buddies, from the same village, playing in the mud together since they were toddlers.

In terms of appearance, the two brothers were quite different.

Ryan Carter was seventeen, tall and upright, with the classic build of long arms and a slim waist, regular features, a heroic spirit, and extremely handsome looks. The only thing was that his facial features were a bit too sharp, like an unsheathed sword, radiating a cold light and an intimidating edge.

As a second-year high school student, Ryan Carter's looks were a bit too striking.

But that didn’t stop him from being the secret focus and topic of discussion among many female classmates.

Compared to Ryan Carter, William Thompson was truly ordinary. Average looks, average build, average clothes—he couldn’t be more ordinary. Toss him into a crowd and no one would ever pick him out again.

Of course, no matter how ordinary a person is, if you look closely, you can still find something unique.

William Thompson's uniqueness was in his eyes.

His eyeballs could move much more than most people’s. This allowed him to see more than others without moving his head at all.

For example, right now, with a flick of his eyes, he had already taken in most of the cafeteria.

Ryan Carter knew what he was looking at—William Thompson was always that bored.

Sure enough, William Thompson's gaze lingered for a long time not far ahead to the left.

Ryan Carter didn’t even need to look to know that Ethan Foster was sitting there.

Ethan Foster wasn’t their classmate; she was in Olympiad Class 2, the class beauty.

They were in Olympiad Class 1.

There were thirty-two classes in the second year at Weizhou No. 1 High School, each with sixty or seventy students.

Among them, two Olympiad classes and four elite classes.

No doubt, the Olympiad classes were the crown jewels, and in the second year at Weizhou No. 1 High School, this crown had two dazzling gems.

And Ethan Foster had always been one of the most noticed girls in the whole school—at least one of them.

The reason was simple: Ethan Foster was very beautiful, her family was very rich, and she was an excellent student.

A girl who was a rich kid, a goddess, and a top student all in one—it was hard not to attract attention.

However, Ryan Carter also knew that William Thompson's attention to Ethan Foster was different from other boys.

Sure enough, William Thompson finally looked away, shook his head repeatedly, and said in a low voice, "Mist rising at the root of the nose, a hint of misfortune at the brow, a faint shadow of blood at the glabella—looks like the bad luck of the Ye family is far from over..."

The Ye family had indeed suffered a great misfortune.

Ethan Foster's father, the well-known local tycoon Grant Foster, had recently been in a car accident and tragically died. The pillar of the Ye family had collapsed, and Ethan Foster hadn’t come to school for ten days.

She used to go home for lunch every day, since her family was well-off. But for some reason, these days she was eating in the school cafeteria with everyone else.