Da da da.

Footsteps suddenly rang out in the dormitory, made no attempt to conceal them, as if they were not worried at all about their whereabouts being exposed.

Su Feng spotted him immediately before he even entered the dormitory.

Get everything in the dorm room organized before anything else starts.

As for He Xinnian, who was still soaking in the dragon blood bath, there was nothing that could be done. He couldn't just stop halfway through, could he?

This is not a good thing for celebrating the New Year!

However, it's not a big problem.

After all, Shen Xi and the girl also knew that he had brought the Dragon Blood Grass back from the other dimension.

At worst, he could just admit that he had secretly hidden a small section of the dragon blood grass.

Surely this person wouldn't personally interrogate Shen Xi over this matter?

After all, this one is...

The vice dean of the martial arts academy at Southern Xinjiang University!

"Su Feng, you're back?"

"How was the trip? Did it go smoothly?" A man's magnetic voice rang out from outside the door.

There was no need for Su Feng to open the door for him. With a flash, the door, which was only meant to keep out gentlemen but not scoundrels, became useless and was simply bypassed by the vice dean.

Su Feng showed no surprise, but smiled and looked at him respectfully, saying, "Dean."

"I had a relatively smooth experience this time, and I did find some good stuff."

"It's been quite a fruitful harvest!"

The vice dean was still wearing that gentleman's suit, and his expression remained largely unchanged.

She simply looked at Su Feng with tenderness, as if she were looking at a proud student.

"That's good. Actually, as long as things go smoothly, there's no need to pursue too much."

"With your talent, you can get all the resources that are rightfully yours; it's just a matter of time."

"I came here this time..." Suddenly, the vice dean stopped abruptly, as he was about to say something.

"Such a strong smell... Dragon's Blood Grass?"

The vice president sniffed lightly a few times, and his expression finally changed.

Why is there the scent of dragon's blood grass in this place?

As the strongest student at Southern Xinjiang University, he had naturally come into contact with such things!

It can be said that having Dragon Blood Grass is equivalent to having a stepping stone to becoming a high-level martial artist.

But why is this key to unlocking the door in the dormitory of a student who isn't even a first-level martial artist?

This is absolutely incredible!

This thing is extremely rare!

"Um...yes, this dragon blood grass is also one of my gains this time." Su Feng touched his nose and said.

"Did you bring back a few?"

"One plant."

"...I've seen the world, you know?" The vice dean's face suddenly showed displeasure.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Su Feng's answer, he said, "Dragon Blood Grass doesn't just grow one plant; it usually grows in groups of three or more."

"Don't tell me that someone picked two of them, leaving only one for you, and you just happened to bring this last one back!"

Even Su Feng himself began to question what the vice dean said.

As expected, they're at least level nine; they're not easy to fool!

"Alright, no need to hide it. We didn't ask you to hand it over." The vice dean waved his hand, indicating that this kind of thing was very valuable.

But for him, it wasn't really that bad.

After all, the vice dean in front of him no longer needed such a thing; it was only fatally attractive to mid-level martial artists.

"However, this thing is indeed rare. If you have any extras, it would be best to sell them to the teachers at our Southern Xinjiang University."

"Although the price will be a little lower, at least the profits won't go to outsiders."

"Or, you can keep it for yourselves for future use."

The vice president walked along, searching for the source of the smell.

suddenly.

The vice dean frowned when he saw He Xinnian lying in the bathtub.

"You...you're utterly wasting such a precious resource!"

"You're using something meant to help a sixth-level martial artist break through to help him break through the threshold of a first-level martial artist?"

Su Feng coughed twice. "Vice Dean, this shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Moreover, I saw in Teacher Zhong's manuscript that soaking a small amount of dragon blood grass in water can enhance one's talent."

"I wonder if this is true?"

The vice-dean looked pained, "This..."

"It's true, but the improvement in talent is extremely limited!"

"This much dragon blood grass is more than enough for a sixth-tier martial artist with decent talent to break through to the seventh tier!"

"You young people...you really don't know anything about saving!"

Seeing this scene was like having his flesh ripped out of the vice dean, causing him immense heartache.

I quickly closed the bathroom door, hoping to avoid seeing it altogether.

Su Feng didn't rub salt into the wound. He was about to ask the vice dean about the purpose of his trip when the vice dean's gaze fell on the motionless little blood dragon lying to the side.

"Huh?"

"I've never seen this kind of lizard before."

"Was this one of your gains from that space?"

Su Feng nodded. "Yes, my teammates all looked down on it, and I was the only one who brought it back."

The middle-aged vice dean grabbed the little blood dragon in his hand, his action mirroring Su Feng's.

"Waaah!" The little blood dragon tried to speak, but its mental power was completely sealed by Su Feng.

There was simply no way to get the message out.

"I really haven't seen this little guy before!"

"Is this a new breed from the Battlefield of the Heavens?"

"That can't be right. I've been to the Three Gates of Southern Xinjiang so many times, and I've never seen this kind of species before!"

"I'm just playing around. If I kill it, I'll compensate you with a snow lion."

As he spoke, the vice dean extended his spiritual power toward the little blood dragon, trying to determine the lizard's species.

But the moment his mental power touched the little blood dragon's sea of ​​consciousness, it was like encountering a wall—a wall that could truly block him!

"Please give it back to me, Dean."

"I still quite like this little lizard." As he spoke, Su Feng smiled and looked at the vice dean.

The vice dean slowly withdrew his mental energy and spoke after a long while.

"This little lizard is no ordinary creature; it has an extremely powerful restriction in its mind."

"They are probably not an easy race to bully."

"I estimate that this restriction was set by its parents. If we want to break it, we can only wait for Zhong Ziqi to come back and take a look."

The vice dean suffered his first setback; the restriction was indeed far beyond his expectations.

But after all, he was a martial artist from a martial arts academy, so it's reasonable that he couldn't break through such a difficult restriction with his mental strength.

More importantly.

This restriction is so ingenious, and it was even made of mental energy.

This race might be one that excels in mental power!

This guy and Su Feng are perfect partners.

This is the real reason why the vice dean let this kind of race go; if Su Feng could train them, he might actually reap considerable rewards.

“Hmm, this little guy… isn’t from a race that’s easy to bully!” Su Feng chimed in.