The principal of Jianghai Sheng Private High School, Cheng Jin, sat in his lavishly decorated office, pressing his fingers hard against his forehead as he scrutinized the transfer student before him. How he longed for the days when he taught in a public school, working in a cramped, humble office, where he could deliver an immediate kick to any delinquent student without a second thought. Yet, the student standing before his desk now was the very epitome of a troublemaker, and he was forced to greet him with a smile—all for the sake of that hefty annual tuition of one hundred thousand yuan.

"You are Wu Qianfeng?"

"Indeed." Wu Qianfeng, standing opposite the principal, immediately cupped his hands in a salute. "Disciple Wu Qianfeng, nineteenth-generation inheritor of the Daoist Sect, greets the Principal." This young man, Wu Qianfeng, wore an apricot-yellow Daoist robe, carried a peach-wood sword on his back, wore hemp shoes, and kept his long hair tied back with a red silken cord. Though his features weren't classically handsome, his mere presence exuded heroic spirit, making him stand out—like a ghost-catching Daoist priest sprung directly from a Hong Kong vampire film.

Principal Jiang scrutinized him for the twentieth time since he entered, letting out his twentieth sigh. "Why are all the students like this? Is this the fate of a principal at an elite school?"

Seeing the principal remain silent, Wu Qianfeng began enthusiastically surveying the office decor. "Hmm, the arrangement of your office, Principal, must have been guided by a master, yes? Look at the placement of this fish tank, the angle at which that ceremonial sword hangs, the positioning of this potted plant... Yes, good, very good! Truly the work of an expert. However, it would be even better if you hung a mirror here. I’ve noticed you rubbing your head since I arrived; you must be plagued by headaches, correct? Just place a small mirror right here, as I suggest, and I guarantee your headache will vanish without medicine. You’ll be robust and healthy thereafter, ha..."

Jiang Haisheng began massaging his temples again. You don't know that you are the very source of my headache, you delinquent students? He waved his hand. "Go report to Class Nine, Grade One, and find your homeroom teacher, Ms. Lin Qingping!"

"Thank you, Principal." Wu Qianfeng performed another cupped-hand salute. Before leaving, he added, "Principal, if any demons or monsters cause trouble in the school, don't hesitate to call on me. Exorcism is my eternal duty; I guarantee I will handle it flawlessly, and I will charge nothing." Jiang Haisheng waved him off, reaching into his drawer for a painkiller and swallowing it.

"Today we have a new classmate joining our group, everyone please give him a warm welcome." As soon as Lin Qingping finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted. A few students clapped so vigorously their palms turned red. Lin Qingping smiled, signaling them to stop. After spending a month with these students, she found them far from the terrible delinquents other teachers claimed—in fact, most were bright and kind-hearted children. If they were called 'delinquents,' Lin Qingping believed it was only because they mistrusted adults and thus refused to communicate properly with them. Seeing their reaction, she was certain the transfer student would be welcomed, and she looked toward the door to call him in.

"Demonic energy!" With a loud shout, the transfer student of Class Nine, Grade One, kicked the classroom door open and burst in, brandishing his peach-wood sword—thus making his debut before the entire class.

"Monster! Monster! Monster!" Wu Qianfeng, having leaped into the room, swung his sword, redirecting his attack trajectory several times, only to freeze mid-motion, utterly stunned. He stood motionless, mouth agape like a stone statue.

"It’s you!" A student shouted in shock upon seeing him. "Wu Qianfeng."

Wu Qianfeng pointed back at the student. "You are Chen Shanwa."

Chen Kangshan was equally astonished to see this so-called Daoist priest who spent his days lost in fantasies of demon-slaying. He genuinely feared Wu Qianfeng might blurt out the true identities of Xue Ziyun and the others, and he was also worried that the 'monsters' in the class might not tolerate this 'little maniac' and a fierce battle might erupt immediately. Thinking fast, he rushed forward and grabbed Wu Qianfeng’s arm. "Come with me, I need to talk to you." Ignoring Wu Qianfeng's struggle, he interrupted the freshman's planned "self-introduction" under the watchful eyes of the teacher and students, dragging him out. Even Teacher Lin, though accustomed to the various strange behaviors in her class, showed a look of bewildered incomprehension.

"There are monsters in your class! So many monsters!" Wu Qianfeng gestured wildly to Chen Kangshan. "So many monsters gathered together—they must be colluding, planning to take control of this school, and then divide up and devour the teachers and students." Wu Qianfeng's face grew pale, sweat tracing paths down his cheeks. How could he possibly deal with so many monsters? Where could he call for reinforcements? They had spotted him—would he be allowed to leave safely? And who exactly was this Chen Shanwa? Why was he always mixing with monsters every time they met?

While he was lost in these frantic thoughts, Chen Kangshan abruptly cut through his suppositions. "They are here to attend school, nothing more—at least Ziyun, Tao'er, Xing'er, and Wang Tongtong are here to study. As for the others? Even if they don't plan on studying properly, they wouldn't do anything truly excessive, right? Teacher Lin is their homeroom teacher, after all."

"Teacher Lin?" The teacher, who appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary woman, could actually suppress such a large group of demons? Truly, one cannot judge by appearances. It seemed she possessed profound cultivation. Since he was privileged enough to become her student, he absolutely had to seize the opportunity to learn from her.

"Teacher Lin is just a regular person, but her son is a monster," Chen Kangshan interrupted his fantasy once more. "And I hear he’s a very powerful one—even the monsters in Lixin City are quite afraid of him. The ones in our class are too. He declared that anyone who dares anger his mother or cause trouble in the class will be roasted to medium-rare and eaten." Chen Kangshan wasn't entirely clear on the affairs of the demons, but when that small boy arrived in class with that firebird and boldly announced those few rules, even the fearless Xue Ziyun had turned pale and dared not move, while the Han sisters had both shrunk behind him. This showed that the true terror of monsters wasn't always written on their faces.

"I advise you not to cause trouble in our class. If Teacher Lin gets angry, who knows what terrible things her son might actually do. Although they are monsters, you’ll understand after spending time with them—most of them are not bad, easier to get along with than some humans."

"Every time I see you, you’re defending the monsters..." Wu Qianfeng eyed Chen Kangshan with deep suspicion. "Just who are you?"

Chen Kangshan was left speechless. He, a country boy as ordinary and simple as could be, was now viewed as suspicious simply because he had two demon fiancées and a demon friend.

Wu Qianfeng pondered for a moment, then asked, "So, those monsters don't dare cause trouble in this class, is that right?"

"They probably don't dare?" Chen Kangshan was hesitant to make a definitive statement, as chaos in this class was a constant, ranging from minor skirmishes to major blowouts.

"As long as they don't commit heinous acts, I naturally won't bother with them. However, can I remain in this class?" Wu Qianfeng was, in truth, feeling a bit timid. The thought of facing so many monsters all day long—if he didn't provoke them, who knew if they might take an instant dislike to him? Who knew if they would band together to deal with him, a mere Daoist?