Zhuo Feng remained perched in the tree behind the mountain, but this time he'd chosen a spot facing a small lake. A gentle breeze blew his tail, which hung behind him, swaying back and forth, creating a sense of leisure.
Yan Jue felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of Zhuo Feng's unusual behavior. He steeled himself and asked, "Where's Nuoer?"
"He's back in Atlantis." Zhuo Feng sat up, his tail raised behind him, staring at Yan Jue and saying bluntly, "I heard from Noel that you, Teacher, helped him solve the problem of not being able to use his singing to generate power."
"It's all coincidence, coincidence." Yan Jue began to understand. "We discovered by accident that Noel's powerful voice could be captured by our equipment. It was actually Noel's own efforts. And even if I hadn't been there, he would definitely have discovered it after he came across the poetry collection."
So don't ask me to heal your injuries.
Zhuo Feng flattered, "Teacher is also very capable. I wonder if you can also help me find a way to treat my injury?"
Yan Jue: “…”
He said politely, "Didn't 91 say that only he could cure you? I'm just an ordinary person, so I probably don't know how to cure you either."
During the initial examination, it had been revealed that Zhuo Feng's injuries were caused by a surge of energy within him. This energy must have been brought from the world of cultivation. How could he possibly cure it? He also remembered 91's words and had no intention of challenging their authority.
"I know." Zhuo Feng nodded randomly, persevering. "Just give it a try. If it doesn't work, there's no loss. Didn't the teacher say that your world has a lot of novels about cultivation? What if there's a cure in them?"
What if my soul is still intact?
Zhuo Feng lowered his head and said dejectedly, "Teacher, are you unwilling to help?"
Although he knew that Zhuo Feng's loss was very likely fake, Yan Jue did not want to miss this opportunity to find out the cause of Zhuo Feng's injury and his experience in Tianchen Continent.
In addition, Zhuo Feng's favorability towards him has reached 15 now, and he can go to the classroom for class tomorrow. By then, maybe his attention will be attracted by Professor 91's content and he won't care about him.
Yan Jue thought it over and gritted his teeth, "I agree. But let me be frank. If you really can't find a way, don't despair. If that doesn't work, there's still 91 as a backup."
"Okay!" Zhuo Feng smiled flatteringly, "Thank you, teacher. I understand."
Zhuo Feng agreed readily, leaving Yan Jue at a loss for words. He'd come to deliver information to Nuoer, but unexpectedly, someone showed up mid-sentence. Nuoer had vanished, and even trying to change the subject or come up with a plan proved futile. He had no choice but to follow the usual routine and spoke rather stiffly, "So, Zhuo Feng, could you first tell me how you got injured?"
"Once I have a direction in mind, I can look up information to see if there is anything that corresponds to your symptoms."
What kind of material? Of course, it's immortality novels.
Yan Jue felt he was being outrageous and misleading, but he was forced into a situation where he couldn't care less. As he said, what if? He was only responsible for investigating, leaving Zhuo Feng to decide whether to use it or not. Didn't he see that the person involved didn't care?
The question the teacher asked was about the normal process of a medical consultation. Zhuo Feng nodded, but the words got stuck in his throat and he didn't know where to start.
From birth until now, he had always been a solitary demon, never revealing his inner thoughts or experiences to anyone. After all, the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made, and the more likely he was to be caught and found, which was a dangerous situation. So, asking him to speak now was a bit awkward.
The emotions in his heart were transmitted to his tails, and he was so anxious that his three tails were swinging around behind him and almost got tangled. Suddenly, an invisible force gently landed on his head.
Zhuo Feng's hair stood on end and he subconsciously moved to the side.
Yan Jue retracted his fingers guiltily and apologized solemnly: "I'm sorry, I got used to touching Nuoer's head for a while. I just wanted to comfort you and tell you not to be anxious and to take your time to think and talk."
Zhuo Feng shook his fur uncomfortably, looking away with a cold, nonchalant expression: "It's okay, no need to apologize."
Yan Jue pretended not to notice his frantically wagging tail and said caringly, "Don't you know how to say it? I know it's hard to recall the experience of being hurt and talk about it. How about you wait until you have thought it through? You can also send me a private message."
He can also take this opportunity to read some novels about cultivating immortals to catch up on his studies.
Yan Jue really didn't mean any other things, but to Zhuo Feng's ears, these words undoubtedly made him admit his "cowardice". Zhuo Feng pursed his lips and said loudly, "No need, I've thought it through."
"...I'm a demon cultivator at the early stages of Bone Refining, a three-tailed fox demon with water spiritual roots." Zhuo Feng spoke haltingly, introducing himself for a long time but failing to get to the point. He scratched the tree trunk with his claws, reassuring himself that this was just to help the teacher better understand his situation, not because he was at a loss for words.
Zhuo Feng was stuttering after holding it in for so long when Yan Jue interrupted and asked, "What is the Bone Refining Stage? Can you first tell me about the level divisions in your place?"
Zhuo Feng was stunned for a moment, then he immediately stopped stuttering and started explaining to Yan Jue.
As Yan Jue listened, he gradually gained some understanding of the races and systems of the Tianchen Continent. Humans, demons, and monsters coexisted, each with its own territory? It seemed that both the species and the power system were similar to the settings commonly seen in novels here.
What surprised him even more was that Zhuo Feng, who was not yet an adult and had only been practicing for less than forty years, had already reached the Bone Refining Stage, which was equivalent to the Nascent Soul of the human race. He was a true cultivation genius.
"Zhuo Feng, you are a genius. You are so powerful before you even reach adulthood."
Zhuo Feng frowned at the compliment. "Teacher, even though I've been shrunk down to the size of a palm in the kindergarten to conform to its standards, I'm actually an adult, not a cub."
He hadn't cared before, but now that he had decided to be honest, he naturally had to give a warning. He didn't have the nerve to pretend to be a child to win the teacher's favor.
Yan Jue was initially pleased that the cubs were the same size as he'd imagined, but then he was surprised: "Adult? 91 said you're only forty-three this year, not an adult yet."
Zhuo Feng was stunned. "I am forty-three years old, that's right. Although I've never met my parents and never received any instruction from the tribe, my inherited memories tell me that the Three-Tailed Fox Clan reaches adulthood at thirty. This is correct."
Yan Jue was also stunned: "That's not right. 91 said that you only became an adult when you were 200 years old. There is no need for 91 to lie about such a thing." He also couldn't lie.
The two of them held different opinions. One was the inherited memory and the other was 91's own words. Comparing the two, Zhuo Feng became unconfident before Yan Jue had the chance to confirm with 91 again.
He irritably scratched the tree trunk beneath his claws until it turned into shavings, desperately trying to recall the contents of his inherited memories. After flipping through them again and again, he hesitantly said, "Among our fox tribe, the age of adulthood varies among each race, but none of them exceed fifty, with one exception..."
"The legendary nine-tailed fox clan is blessed with extraordinary cultivation from birth. Correspondingly, their childhood is prolonged, requiring them to reach adulthood at the age of two hundred. But, but..."
He really is a three-tailed fox. The tails behind his butt have been following him for many years, and he has never seen an extra one.
Yan Jue looked over Zhuo Feng's information again and confirmed that it was indeed a three-tailed fox demon. Then what about the adult standard for a nine-tailed fox?
He subconsciously wanted to ask if 91 had written it wrong, but then an idea flashed in his mind. He stopped his fingers and asked Zhuo Feng, "Zhuo Feng, what's going on with the energy in your body?"
Zhuo Feng no longer hesitated and simply said, "I stole a 50,000-year-old purple blood mushroom and drank a drop of purple blood dew, which luckily awakened my bloodline. Awakening takes three days, and on the third day, I was pulled into the kindergarten. The energy in my body is the undigested purple blood dew."
"After coming here, I tried it, but I was unable to refine the spiritual energy in my body. Just then, Noel reminded me..."
He mentioned that he had found a useful Spiritual Transformation Pill on the gift list, but Teacher 91 reminded him that he was not allowed to buy it for his own use. He also told him that his soul was shattered. Zhuo Feng calmed down and said frankly, "Because I exist in the state of soul right now, I don't completely believe what Teacher 91 said. I still have a glimmer of hope in my heart."
Yan Jue was stunned by what he heard, and it took him a while to process the information. He didn't ask any other questions, but instead brought the topic back to the question of the standard of adulthood: "Since you also know that your bloodline awakened by drinking the purple blood dew, why haven't you considered that you have awakened the bloodline of the nine-tailed fox?"
"Impossible." Zhuo Feng said without hesitation, "Very few of our fox clan are born with bloodline talents, such as charm, poison, divine eyes, etc. Even if someone obtains a rare treasure and awakens their bloodline, it will only awaken one of them. I have never heard of a fox being able to return to its ancestral form and become the legendary nine-tailed fox."
That's why he was so anxious when he saw the Spirit Transformation Pill. Awakening his bloodline is just to add a special ability to himself. If he doesn't want it, then he can just be an ordinary fox and continue to practice.
Yan Jue, who had neither read nor heard of many of the tropes in cultivation novels, began to look strange.
Even though Zhuo Feng vehemently denied it, he still believed 91's words more based on his experience. However, why did the story of a lonely little fox who unexpectedly gained a rare treasure and awakened a powerful bloodline sound so much like the protagonist or villain of a novel?
Putting away his strange thoughts, Yan Jue said, "Since you have questions, then go ask 91 who provided the information."
Zhuo Feng also agreed.
So, for the first time, Yan Jue and the cub summoned customer service teacher 91 together. He secretly thought: In front of the cub, 91 would definitely not let him "fumble on his own".
Yan Jue didn't want to be polite and asked directly, "91, why do you say Zhuo Feng is a three-tailed fox demon in your information, but tell me that he didn't reach adulthood until he was two hundred years old?"
91 was very straightforward this time: "Zhuo Feng has awakened the Nine-Tailed Fox bloodline, but because his soul was shattered on the last day, his body did not complete the final transformation, which is why his race and adult standards are not consistent."
After hearing this, Zhuo Feng had become a petrified fox.
Yan Jue had guessed the answer a little bit and was no longer so shocked. He asked on Zhuo Feng's behalf, "Will Zhuo Feng be able to successfully transform into a nine-tailed fox after his spirit recovers?"
"Yes."
The answer is clear, but Zhuo Feng is still petrified.
While Yan Jue was happy for Zhuo Feng, he couldn't help but lament his misfortune. Zhuo Feng had been just one day away from reigning supreme on Tianchen Continent, only to be ambushed. If 91 hadn't brought Zhuo Feng to the kindergarten in time, he would have perished.
However, he did not have a strong intention to stand up for Zhuo Feng. He did not miss the word "steal" in Zhuo Feng's words just now.
In modern times, people still believe in the law of karma. The world of cultivation will only pay more attention to the theory of cause and effect.
Of course, Yan Jue did not directly classify Zhuo Feng as a "bad guy". He did not want to make a conclusion before finding out the truth.
Yan Jue raised his hand and tapped the screen. After poking Zhuo Feng's head to bring him back to his senses, he asked softly, "The Qingfeng Sect's sneak attack on you is dishonest of them, but would you like to first explain why you stole their things?"
"They owe me that!"
Zhuo Feng, still dazed by the overwhelming surprise, subconsciously retorted loudly when he heard Yan Jue's question. With these words, his sanity returned, his face changed, and he repeated through gritted teeth, "They owed me, they deserved it!"
He didn't explain, just kept repeating this sentence, which sounded tough and pitiful.
As soon as Yan Jue heard this, he knew that Zhuo Feng had misunderstood him. He wanted to explain that he was not there to accuse Zhuo Feng and force him to apologize for stealing. But before he could open his mouth, a soft light lit up from the lakeside, followed by Noel's crisp voice.
"Brother, who owes you something? I'll help you get it back!"
Noel appeared directly at the lakeside, sat on the shore with his tail in the water, twisted his body and looked indignant: "Don't be afraid, brother, I will help you vent your anger. If I can't beat him, I still have the teacher!"
He held out his hands. "But first, can you use a spell to get me up into the tree?"
Zhuo Feng's angry expression froze, and without even turning his head, he left a sentence, "I'll go back to the dormitory to prepare a gift for you, you stay in the lake and have fun," and disappeared on the spot.
Noel was stunned, and slowly retracted his outstretched hands. He looked up with a sad face and asked, "Teacher, did I say something wrong?"
"No." Yan Jue denied, "Zhuo Feng is in a bad mood, it's not your fault. Just let him be alone for a while, we won't disturb him."
After a pause, he added mischievously, "If we saw him crying, he would be embarrassed."
"Okay." Noel said in a small voice, chuckling, "I won't laugh at my little brother crying."
"Noel, be good."
Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief. Zhuo Feng had been too emotional to continue questioning him about his past. He was still struggling to figure out how to change the subject when Noel arrived, giving Zhuo Feng a chance to calm down and recover.
"Noel, do you want to play in the lake? Or go back to the swimming pool?"
The map of the back mountain is well opened. Noel finally doesn’t have to stay in the small swimming pool. There is a big lake, which is enough for Noel to have fun.
Unexpectedly, Noel decisively refused: "No, I want to go back to the swimming pool."
The lake was too big for him, and he was still unfamiliar with it. He was afraid of just floating on the surface alone. The swimming pool was better, with his favorite duck air mattress.
"Okay." Yan Jue was helpless.
But before changing locations, Noel jumped into the lake to wash off the mud on his scales that had stuck to the shore before leaving.
Yan Jue then cut the scene back to the swimming pool, put Zhuo Feng's matter aside and asked about Noel's situation.
"Noel, are you okay this time back in Atlantis? Nothing happened, right?"
When he spoke, Noel was jumping onto the air mattress. Hearing his words, his body froze in mid-air. He didn't grasp the landing point well and slid directly into the water along the edge of the air mattress.
Yan Jue was shocked when he saw this: "No way, your father beat you?"
Otherwise, why would Noel react so strongly?
"No. My father is a very good man. He would never hit me."
Through this incident, Noel has become very clear about his position in the hearts of his father and mother. His strong reaction is purely due to other reasons.
Noel wrinkled his nose and snorted in disdain: "It's all because of that bad guy, the high priest..."
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