The previous Michael Bolton, having died from being unable to recruit students, was filled with resentment. Now that he finally had a student, his last bit of resistance vanished without a trace. At this moment, Michael Bolton had fully taken control of this body.

Boom!

Having completely mastered the body, Michael Bolton was just about to try and talk a few more students into joining him when he suddenly felt a tremor in his mind. A grand, resonant voice thundered in his head.

“Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs...”

“The sun and moon wax and wane, and the world is full of flaws...”

Boom!

All sorts of profound words echoed, making him dizzy and dazed. Then, a massive palace appeared in his mind, with five large, glowing characters above it.

Heavenly Dao Library!

He pushed open the door and entered. Countless bookshelves stood tall, filled with endless books, stretching as far as the eye could see.

“Is this the big gift pack for transmigrators? A library? Damn, I was a librarian in my previous life—am I still the same in this world?”

Other people’s gift packs are either an old grandpa or a system, all sorts of awesome things. But for him, it’s a library. Michael Bolton felt his vision go black and nearly fainted.

A library? What the hell? Am I supposed to throw books at people in a fight while others throw swords?

“Let’s see what kind of books are here?”

Feeling helpless, Michael Bolton reached out to grab a book from the shelf, wanting to see what use this library had. But as soon as he tried, his hand passed right through the shelf, grabbing nothing but air.

“Are you kidding me? You give me a library, but I can’t take any books or read them. What’s the point?”

Michael Bolton was speechless, on the verge of tears.

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After studying it for a while longer, he found that all the books in the library were like flowers in the mist or the moon reflected in water—completely out of reach. Losing interest, Michael Bolton withdrew his mind from his sea of consciousness.

“Time for lunch. I’ll figure out how to talk a couple more into joining this afternoon!”

Looking up at the window, he saw the sun was already at its peak. Eighteen students had come in the morning, but only one had agreed to become his disciple. The odds were really low. He couldn’t let this continue in the afternoon. No matter what, he was a transmigrator—if he couldn’t even fool an ancient person, how could he claim to be from the information age?

Stretching, he walked out of his classroom and strolled into the academy’s cafeteria.

Just like the universities in his previous life, the Hongtian Academy’s cafeteria was extremely spacious, able to accommodate tens of thousands of students at once. Having recruited a student, Michael Bolton was in a great mood, so he got a few extra dishes and found a corner to dig in.

“Isn’t this Mr. Bolton?”

Just as he was happily eating, a voice rang out. Looking up, he saw a young man smiling at him—not warmly, but with a fake, insincere grin.

“Mr. Cooper?” Michael Bolton recognized him.

Mr. Cooper, whose name was David Cooper, had entered the academy at the same time as him and always liked to compare himself, using every chance to put him down.

It was precisely because the previous owner of this body couldn’t stand all the ridicule that he drank himself to death, leaving Michael Bolton to bear this pressure. This guy definitely had a hand in it.

“Today is the new students’ registration day, and they get to choose their own teachers. How did you do? Since you’re still in the mood to eat here, I guess it went well! Look, these are all the students I just recruited—twelve in total. I’m taking them to eat first, then I’ll arrange their accommodations!”

Mr. Cooper wore a look of superiority, pointing behind him in blatant show-off.

That’s right, he was here to show off.

There was no real enmity between him and Michael Bolton. They had entered the school at the same time, so naturally people compared them. The latter was the model of failure, so of course he wanted to flaunt his own superiority.

Sure enough, a group of teenagers followed behind him, each one full of energy and curiosity about new things.

“Everyone, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Bolton, a celebrity at our academy. Oh, he’s the only one in the history of the school to ever score zero on the teacher qualification assessment! He’s made history!”

Mr. Cooper introduced him to the group.

“Scored zero on the teacher assessment?”

“Ah, I heard about that when I arrived. His students went astray and almost got crippled!”

“I heard it too. Before I came, a lot of people told me not to pick him as a teacher. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to cultivate, it’s basically suicide!”

“So it’s him! He actually looks pretty nice!”

...

Hearing David Cooper’s introduction, the students started whispering among themselves.

The teacher assessment took many factors into account, combining them for a unified score. Student evaluations were part of it too. As long as a teacher had students, they’d have a score. To get zero was truly a record-breaker.

“Are you done introducing me?”

Facing the students’ chatter, Michael Bolton didn’t feel angry at all.

The one who got zero was the previous Michael Bolton—what did that have to do with him?

Still, even if he wasn’t angry, he was quite annoyed by Mr. Cooper’s habit of putting others down to elevate himself. He waved his hand dismissively, “If you’re done introducing me, you can get lost now. Don’t waste my time while I’m eating!”

He hadn’t expected that after exposing his history, this guy would show no embarrassment at all and even tell him to get lost. David Cooper’s face darkened, and he flicked his sleeve, displaying the authority only a teacher could have: “You scored zero on the teacher assessment and broke the academy’s record. Don’t you feel even a shred of shame?”