Reborn As An Extra In A Cultivation World

After the Formation lesson, of which Iyana slept through, we would have the rest of the day booked for Combat Lessons. Combat Arts Theory and Training were our main topics for the day.

"Get your butts over here, you slackers! Are you planning to sit through a physical lesson? Have you gone senile at the tender age of 20s because of meditating already? That damned old fart, already poisoned another batch of younglings."

The lousy mouth middle-aged man who thought himself to be young was our instructor this time. I hoped his title was that because I wanted to call him that so bad, but his title was 'Incinirating Fist' instead. 

'What a generic title… I wonder how they come up with such boorish names. When I breakthrough to Golden Core, I will give myself a cooler title.'

Iyana yawned and rose from her seat, and dragged her feet to the outside of the auditorium. I sighed at the "Peak Birth Of Self" regressor's pitiful sight, and helped her walk by supporting her from under her shoulder. It was at that moment, that I saw an Unidentified Flying Object directly targeting my face. Of course, who was I? Would I let an UFO hit my face in public? So I caught the UFO with my right hand, and a small shockwave sent gusts around due to impact. 

'I could've lost teeth here like some 3rd rate villains! This granny does not hold back at all!'

Of course, the UFO was the right foot of Iyana, which she raised to kick me in the face, just because I behaved like a gentleman would and helped her walk! I pushed the 'Rods From God' away from my face and took a step to the side. As I was going to walk as if nothing happened-

"I see we have two younglings unable to hold back. I say we give them some space and let them battle to their hearts' content."

Of course, Instructor Incinerating Fist had seen the whole exchange, and was poking fun at the two of us.

"You two can be the sparring partners for the rest of the curriculum, and I promise I won't get in the way between two of you. Just remember to show up for Ranking Duels. Now off you go!"

'Did he just shooed us? What about the lessons? F*ck! I was looking forward to this lesson because Instructor Incinerating Fist also had dabbled in Body Cultivation before.'

He was interested already in martial arts and sought to grow stronger during a bottleneck in his cultivation, so he cultivated both systems, thus having the experience of cultivating them both. Although I believe what Iyana said to be true, it can't be bad to confirm them. She's not friendly after all, despite the mixed signals?

'Seriously, you can never guess the temper of a menopausal grandma.'

"Did you just have a derogatory thought about me?"

I heard a whisper from my side. It was chilling with killing intent despite her physique making it quite melodic.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I replied robotically, with my back drenched in sweat.

'She can't read my mind, can't she? She didn't have such a reaction even when I called her a grandma to her face.'

Back to the combat lessons, when everyone gathered outside of the auditorium, Instructor Incinerating Fist slowly approached us and asked gently,

"So, who wants to learn where we will be conducting our lessons?"

Naturally, many raised their hands. The instructor, with a gentle smile on his bearded face, walked towards the closest among them. Coincidentally, it was Ye Tian who happened to be closest at that moment. He was still smiling to his face when he suddenly picked him up like a kitten, raising him from his neck collar, and threw him to god knows where. 

Many who saw the situation lowered their hands quickly, but would it fool a Golden Core True Person with nigh perfect memory? The Instructor Incinerating Fist threw the students one by one, prioritising the ones who had raised their hands. When the last one of them had been sent flying, he turned to the rest of us.

"What, you guys aren't curious at all? Or are you not interested in my class? This calls for a punishment. I want everyone here to drag this Obisidian Elephant Dragon carcass to the stadium, on foot. No teleportation. If by the time the lecture ends and you still haven't brought it there, I will place it away further and make u do it again the next week. Now chop chop, a dead fatass don't walk by itself, get to work!"

'Iyana, I'm sorry I whined about your temper…'

Some poor souls were scared out of their minds, so they pulled on the carcass of the beast. I felt my spine snap just watching them. They would have a herniated disk so young in their lives that some of them would feel older than their grandparents. 

"An Obsidian Elephant Dragon is a Rank 4 beast that can weigh up to thousands of tonnes, we can't move it at all. This one looks fairly young, probably a cub at Rank 3, weighing a few dozen tonnes at best. Still, we can't move it an inch."

As the smart ass and one of those at the highest standings of the bunch, I took the lead.

"Does anyone happen to have a giant or extremely durable butchering knife?" 

"I can lend you my sword, Young master Axel." Declan Mo came forward at the behest of my question. 

"Great, you take the right side, and I'll handle the left. Let's cut this before the instructor returns. Although he never specifically told us to bring it back in one piece, it still feels like we're cheating, so it's better not to do it in front of him."

Although the Obisidan Elephant Dragon was just a cub and had been dead for a while, it took us a long time to fully cut into pieces as we didn't have enough strength despite having Rank 3 weapons. I was using my whip as a hand chainsaw to cut big chunks first, then mince them to smaller pieces. Iyana had already taken a big chunk of flesh and started to carry it to the stadium long ago. 

It would've been better if we had help, but even if she had the strength, she didn't have a 

weapon to utilise it. The bastard with 5 elemental swords was the first one to be sent flying. My initial positive look of Ye Tian was slowly turning into a negative one with the incidents piling up, and this was just the first week for fuck's sake! 

'I should make him my sparring partner so I can beat him up. Wait, will I even be able to beat him? Even if I do, I would have to sweat for it. Then what is the meaning of beating him to relax?' 

As Declan and I played the butcher on the Obsidian Elephant Dragon's carcass, we made sure to not waste much. Who knows if this eccentric Instructor would take offense in that?

The carcass got smaller and smaller and the others started to carry parts, following after Iyana. I was sure that the Instructor was watching somewhere above, laughing to himself, 'They look like ants carrying food to their nests,' and snacking on sunflower seeds. Eventually, only two slices were left for me and Declan.

"Finally…"

"How much time do you think we have left?"

"About half an hour?" I replied, looking at the setting sun. "We better hurry."

This Declan guy was quite capable. Is he an important side character? He's from the Prominent Mo Clan, after all. Although he flew under the radar after the tournament, I kept an eye on him in the classes. He neither showed anything extraordinary or had a tropey personality. 

'He isn't a musclebrain who only knows how to fight either…'

Anyway, Declan Mo was an intriguing person, and I would keep an eye on him.

We caught up to the students who were carrying the pieces before us, a couple of them. As we made it to the stadium, our bodies were aching all over. Being a paragon of Young Masters was a hard job, that I learned after this incident. It was even harder than I thought. You have to slave away your-

[SLAP!]

I received a slap to the back of my head, and sure enough, only one person would hit me.

"Don't be such a drama queen, all you had to do is slice some Obsidian Elephant Dragon cub. I even got the largest chunk, have you seen me whine about it?"

I opened my mouth to say, 'Weren't you whining just now?' but as they say, some things better not be said. I sighed and lay on the stadium's ground. It was surprisingly clean, maybe except for the bloody trails from dragging the Obsidian Elephant Dragon cub pieces. 

'Calling it Obisidian Elephant Dragon Cub everytime seems so mouthful, I should've just called it fatty whale.' I reflected on my performance from before. I couldn't get to lay for much more as the 'lesson' ended right after the last person carried her piece of fatty whale inside.