"Ye Mo, Ye Mo, are you okay? Hurry up and get up! Class is about to start, and this session is with Yun Bing. You better get moving," a somewhat anxious voice whispered in Ye Mo's ear. Ye Mo felt a strange sensation.
"That idiot's probably too embarrassed to show his face—he's probably hiding it," came another voice nearby. This time, Ye Mo finally woke up.
He looked around in confusion. No one looked familiar — all strangers.
Seeing Ye Mo's bewildered expression, a burst of laughter erupted around him. It was clear the laughter was directed at him. Feeling the ridicule, Ye Mo dared not speak but remained alert, wary that someone might make a move against him.
He glanced at the classmate sitting beside him—the only one who hadn't laughed and had kindly nudged him awake.
"Where am I? Who are you? This looks like a school," Ye Mo asked instinctively.
More laughter followed.
"Ye Mo, you must be out of your mind. Yan Yan doesn't just accept any love letter. You're still part of the Ye family for now, but after today, you're not. Watch yourself. Next class is with English teacher Yun Bing — if she catches you slacking, you're doomed," the classmate whispered cautiously, loud enough for only Ye Mo to hear. It was clear he was worried.
"I honestly don't remember much... my head hurt badly earlier, and I forgot a lot," Ye Mo replied helplessly.
His classmate sighed. He didn't believe Ye Mo had simply forgotten so quickly. Ye Mo hadn't faced reality yet—he was no longer part of the Ye family.
Ye Mo's head throbbed. He recalled that he and his master, Luo Ying, were brewing a restorative pill when the wild faction from the Xiliu Sect attacked. Then there was an explosion and fierce fighting. His master had used a teleportation talisman to escape with him, but how did he end up here? Was this still the Luoyue Continent?
Right, he was sitting here now. His master was only three years older than him. The reason the Xiliu Sect ambushed them was because of Luo Ying's beauty—the sect's young master wanted to marry her, but she had refused.
If his master fell into their hands, the consequences would be unimaginable. Thinking of this, panic surged within Ye Mo, and he suddenly stood up.
"What's going on? Don't you know the bell rang for class?" A cold-faced woman holding some books walked up to the podium, casting a sharp glance at the laughing students. The laughter quickly died down. Everyone knew this was Yun Bing, the English teacher. She hated disruptions, and once she set her sights on you, there was no escaping her wrath.
Ye Mo felt something was off. Although he understood the language, it was clearly not the one he had known. Could it be that he was no longer on Luoyue Continent?
Frowning, he tried to clear his head, but sharp pains returned, flooding him with chaotic memories.
Ye Mo—the Ye family's third generation heir. His father, Ye Wentian, had died two years ago. He never remembered his mother. After his father's death, Ye Mo was cast out of the family because he was not Ye Wentian's biological son.
More precisely, after his father passed, a blood test confirmed he wasn't truly a Ye. That was why he was expelled.
He had a younger sister, Ye Ling, and a younger brother, Ye Zifeng, but they shared different mothers. Ye Ling and Ye Zifeng were full siblings. Three years ago, his father, knowing his time was short, arranged a marriage alliance between Ye Mo and the Ning family to secure support—hence his engagement to Ning Qingxue, the capital's most beautiful woman.
But Ye Mo became the family's disgrace after a medical check revealed he was impotent—unable to fulfill his marital duties. The news spread overnight, turning the Ye family's reputation upside down.
A sudden sharp memory struck, and Ye Mo nearly shouted, almost pulling down his pants to check for himself. He was beginning to understand that he had been reborn into this body, but couldn't "function"—it felt worse than death.
"Student, what's your name? Stop shouting in class! See me in my office after class," the beautiful teacher's annoyed voice cut through his thoughts.
The class smirked. Being sent to the office by the English teacher was no joke—their credits depended on her.
Ye Mo sank back into his seat, feeling hopeless. Though he barely understood the family politics, he realized the impotence diagnosis was probably the real reason for his exile. Perhaps the DNA test had been tampered with. He wasn't concerned about the expulsion but was worried about the impotence and what had happened to his master Luo Ying.
He understood why everyone laughed—his predecessor had been rejected yet stubbornly pursued the hottest girl in class, Yan Yan, who had publicly shamed him by pinning his love letter to the blackboard and mockingly asking if he could sleep with her.
No wonder everyone was laughing; that former Ye Mo probably died of shame. Although the body was not his, Ye Mo's expression darkened.
Looking at Yan Yan, he found her attractive but detestable because of her arrogance. He didn't understand why his predecessor chased her.
Soon Ye Mo figured it out: when he was still with the Ye family, everyone fawned over him—including Yan Yan. After the impotence news broke, embarrassed and desperate for face, he tried to find a girlfriend. But to his shock, those who once flattered him now scorned him, and he fainted, allowing this rebirth to take place.
The teacher's lesson was incomprehensible, and Ye Mo refused to listen. Accepting his impotence was impossible—he wished he'd never been reborn.
Recalling everything, Ye Mo's face darkened. For now, the university didn't matter. More important was understanding his situation. His impotence tarnished the Ye family's reputation and might have led to his exile. Was his safety guaranteed?
When class ended, Ye Mo didn't approach the teacher but rushed out to check himself.
Nearby, a secluded alley provided privacy. Pulling down his pants, he confirmed the truth—it wasn't impotence but a blocked meridian caused by an overly large member, restricting its function.
Before cultivation on Luoyue Continent, Ye Mo was a medical expert, so he recognized this instantly. Modern Earth technology couldn't unblock the meridian, but when he reached Qi Gathering Stage Three, it would naturally clear.
However, Earth's thin spiritual energy made that difficult—he might never reach that stage, effectively condemning him to impotence.
Sighing and about to pull up his pants, a loud female scream startled him.
"Pervert!" a high-pitched voice rang out just ahead.
Ye Mo had forgotten to check his surroundings and was exposed in a connected alleyway.
Hastily pulling up his pants, he prepared to flee.
"Ye Mo? Is that you?" the woman's surprised voice followed. Clearly, she recognized him.