Huaguojing City, Cultivation Academy.
On a summer afternoon, the scorching weather could not stop the students from heading to the cafeteria. The sun above their heads was like a decoration to them. No one showed any signs of sweating while basking in the sun. Even those who were wearing long robes looked dry and refreshed, without any sign of embarrassment.
“Make way, make way!”
The relaxed atmosphere was broken by a young man rushing out of the cafeteria door holding a black umbrella.
The person in front subconsciously moved aside, and after turning sideways, he discovered that there was a shadow under the young man's umbrella, which was so vague that it was about to disappear.
"Please make way, thank you!"
Han Qi protected the people under the umbrella and ran on the road that was spontaneously made available by the alumni who came to eat. While running, he kept turning his head to look at the shadow beside him, for fear that he would not be able to keep up and be exposed to the sun.
"Hey, Han Qi. Your friend? What happened to him?"
Someone recognized Han Qi and, after a pleasantry, pulled a talisman from their pocket and casually placed it on the shadow beneath the umbrella. As the talisman burned, the shadow solidified at a visible speed.
"Senior, thank you so much." Han Qi was overjoyed and finally slowed down to reply, "Do you still have the Gathering Yin Talisman? I'll buy it."
The senior student spread his hands helplessly, "It's just one. I drew it during practice in class today, and I just put it in my pocket. But it's a mid-level piece, so it won't be in any danger for a while. Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be fine by the time you get to the school infirmary."
"Thank you." The shadow also thanked.
Han Qi introduced, "This is Duan Yang, my roommate. He accidentally ate a Sichuan peppercorn with spiritual energy while eating earlier, and his yang energy was so strong that he became like this. I was really scared, but I'm so grateful for you, senior."
The senior student didn't laugh at Duan Yang. Instead, he consoled him, "I'm glad you're alright. When you go to the school infirmary, you can stop by and complain to the cafeteria manager. I think the chef didn't use the cutlery properly. He served the normal people's meals without changing the spoons before serving the ghost cultivators their meals."
He blinked his eyes and said, "There's a reward for reporting successfully."
"Reward?" Duan Yang's eyes lit up. "What reward?"
He had thought today was pure bad luck, but unexpectedly there was a pleasant surprise. So, since he had reduced his Yin Qi by eating the spiritual peppercorns, it wasn't too bad.
"I don't know about that, but it shouldn't do any harm."
Their school was different from ordinary schools; everything had to be strictly followed by rules and regulations. After all, this was a serious matter where lives could be lost, and the cafeteria was no exception. So even if Han Qi and the others live-streamed the entire process to report it, no one would resort to any trickery afterwards.
Han Qi thanked him and said, "Then let's go check it out later, Senior. I'll treat you to a meal later."
The senior took the opportunity to make a request, ripping off his wealthy junior: "I want to eat in the cafeteria!"
"no problem!"
Han Qi said goodbye to his senior and walked towards the school clinic with Duan Yang.
The school infirmary was familiar to every student who entered the Cultivation Academy. Who hadn't suffered a bruise or injury while taking a special course? They knew the way to the infirmary better than their own way home, even remembering the decorative patterns on the door curtain.
It can be said that in the Cultivation Academy, you may not know the way to the classroom, you may not know the way to the dormitory, but you absolutely must know the way to the school infirmary.
Han Qi and Duan Yang, who have been enrolled in school for two years, are very familiar with this place.
But today was different. In the past, as soon as one entered the door, one could see many white coats behind the counter, which made people feel psychologically traumatized. But now, not a single one of them was guarding their posts.
Han Qi put away the black umbrella and looked around like thieves with Duan Yang, fearing that this was a temporary test set for them by some big shot in the school, asking them to break through an illusion or something.
The good luck that is said to be possessed only by high school elites, did they also encounter it today?
"Don't look for them, they're not here."
Suddenly, a clear and deep male voice sounded, and along with the voice, a tall and handsome man lifted the curtain and walked out from the inner room of the infirmary.
"What's wrong with you?"
Oh shit!
Han Qi and Duan Yang were stunned and speechless as they looked at the man in front of them.
It turned out to be Professor Yan Jue, the famous Chinese cultivator with the highest level of cultivation, a super boss that only juniors could have the opportunity to meet!
Seeing them staring at him stupidly with their mouths open, Yan Jue glanced at them calmly and walked to the counter. He found the Yin Gathering Talisman in the talisman cabinet that occupied an entire wall, waved his hand, took out the talisman paper through the air, and hit the weak ghost cultivator.
"Private fighting is prohibited in the academy, and the duel arena is not open to the public this week. Mr. Ghost Cultivator, may I ask what you have gone through to become so weak?"
He took out his cell phone and glanced at the notification from last week. After making sure that he remembered it correctly, Yan Jue leaned on the counter and waited for a reply from the two people opposite him. However, after waiting for a long time, the two people had not yet recovered from their shock. He raised his voice and slowly said "hmm".
"Um?"
This sound carried a bit of spiritual power, which immediately woke the two of them up.
Han Qi blurted out: "Professor Yan, can you sign an autograph for me?"
The air suddenly became quiet.
Duan Yang stood beside Han Qi, feeling so embarrassed that he almost wanted to pull the Yin Gathering Talisman out of his body and become transparent on the spot. Han Qi blushed after he finished speaking, staring at his toes and not daring to look up.
"Oh."
A light laugh rang out. Yan Jue looked at the two young students in front of him, full of vitality, and agreed with a smile: "Okay, where should I sign?"
Han Qi no longer had the courage he had before, and he stammered and couldn't speak.
Duan Yang was much smarter than him. He immediately stepped forward holding his black umbrella, unfolded one side, stretched it straight, and said eagerly, "Sign here, okay?"
Han Qi glared at his friend in disbelief.
Yan Jue smiled and signed his name on the umbrella with his spiritual energy, saying, "Can you answer my question now?"
Holding an umbrella, Duan Yang happily recounted his miserable experience in the cafeteria. He added, "I told the person serving food at the counter after I finished eating, and he's been replaced."
The implication is that people who come after him will not be as unlucky as he was.
By the way, please give me some praise!
"I see. It looks like the waiter made some inappropriate operation. Thank you for reporting this. We will give you an explanation as soon as possible." Yan Jue was impartial. "It seems there is a reward for reporting. Wait, let me take a look."
Han Qi and Duan Yang saw Yan Jue take out his "old-age" mobile phone that was popular two hundred years ago. After opening it and looking at something, he said to them, "You can reward me with a low-grade talisman paper. The range..."
Without even turning his head, Yan Jue circled an area in the talisman cabinet at the back with his light green wood-type spiritual power. "Choose from these. Each person can choose one."
"If you don't want the talisman paper, you can use it to pay for this visit."
Students of our school can enjoy a very large discount when seeing a doctor in the school clinic. The talisman paper used for Dragon Boat Festival is almost the same price as the lower-grade talisman paper.
Han Qi and Duan Yang said in unison: "Let's choose talisman paper."
Neither of them is a student majoring in talismans, so considering the money, it is of course more cost-effective to choose talismans.
After seeing the two off, Yan Jue returned to the inner room of the school infirmary and sat down casually on a bed. He looked at the palm-sized black mist rolling around in the square box he had constructed with his spiritual power. He reluctantly removed the spiritual box and reached out to hold the mist in his hand.
After being caught, the mist still twisted and turned nimbly, looking very reluctant. In fact, Yan Jue, who was in tune with the mist, knew that this was not unhappiness, but a sign of "having more fun than ever".
This is the 261st cub accepted by the kindergarten, a ghost king from a parallel dimension of China.
Oh, to be specific, he's the little ghost king who was reborn as a child after being injured. He's currently unconscious and has no human form. He's a happy little fool.
Forget about summoning millions of ghosts to fight for him. If the wind is a little stronger, he will be blown away directly. Therefore, Yan Jue only dares to let the small coal ball out for some fresh air when he is indoors.
I forgot to mention that Little Coal Ball was the nickname he gave to the Ghost King, a name he only dared to call secretly in his heart.
After rubbing the cool and soft little coal ball all over his body, Yan Jue announced unreasonably: "It's time for today's exercise. Go back to the kindergarten and play with your brothers. Be obedient."
Then, regardless of the sadness, the ball turned into a plane, and the mist flowed through the gaps between his fingers, and he sent the little coal ball directly back to the kindergarten.
Yan Jue told the school about the report made by the ghost cultivation students, switched to the Special Management Bureau group, and asked about the battle situation on the front line.
Why would he, a professor, come to the infirmary and why weren't the doctors there?
Because many monsters were discovered on the border, and there were too many injured cultivators and soldiers, all capable doctors rushed to help.
His cultivation was high, but he couldn't match the efficiency of a professional. The school clinic was relatively busy, and most of the students' injuries could be treated with talismans and pills, so he was sent there as a temporary doctor.
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