Chapter 46
Performing in public is simply the top ten tortures for people with social anxiety.
It's just a small price to pay, there's no reason to back down. Mo Xuanji thought silently under the spotlight.
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"I want to enter the Hidden Star Tower." After Wilde said, "Any request is fine," Mo Xuanji looked him in the eye and slowly said, "Is this request also acceptable?"
"Are you talking about the Star-Hidden Tower in the center of the lake?" At first, Wilde thought he had misheard. But after receiving a positive answer, his expression turned serious. "Is there something you want to investigate, too?"
"Yeah." Mo Xuanji nodded hesitantly.
Few people in Penglai Academy knew of the existence of the Hidden Star Tower, and even those who did would avoid discussing it. Mo Xuanji only knew about it thanks to the system.
It is rumored that the Cangxing Tower contains the entire history of both humans and demons, and even includes many ancient magic secrets.
After experiencing the incident with the man in black robe, Mo Xuanji felt that he needed to understand what happened three thousand years ago, especially the catastrophe that year.
The description in the history books was very vague. He only knew that the human and demon races suffered heavy losses, with almost all of their high-end combat power wiped out. Regarding the enemy, they simply mentioned "foreign enemies." The concept of "foreign enemies" was very vague, and could refer to enemies from other forces or from other places.
While the elders of the Feather Clan were arguing with the man in black robes, they accidentally revealed a piece of information: the culprit of the catastrophe was the invaders from outside the world.
Mo Xuanji suddenly remembered the "new world" and "old world" that the two thugs had talked about. The "god" they mentioned was definitely related to the invaders.
From the current situation, it's easy to conclude that both sides suffered losses, with neither able to completely destroy the other. After three thousand years of recuperation, both humans and demons have redeveloped, while the other side has also taken the opportunity to recover.
As the saying goes, knowing both yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle. However, after all his research, he couldn't find a single detailed record of "foreign enemies." Most of the information was vague or even unclear. Even when he asked his teacher, he only received the reply, "We don't know for sure either."
So, when the system informed him of the existence of the Hidden Star Tower, Mo Xuanji immediately set his sights on it. However, the threshold for admission was far too high, requiring a total of 10,000 history credits. Mo Xuanji did a rough calculation and realized that if he relied solely on conventional means, even if he earned the full credits every month, it would still take until the second semester of his second year.
Nearly a year and a half. From a personal perspective, Mo Xuanji could afford it. But with the apocalypse now approaching, could he still have another year and a half? Even if he did, he wouldn't dare gamble.
There's actually more than one way to enter Cangxing Tower. Besides relying on academic credits, you can also be introduced by qualified seniors. However, these spots are extremely limited, with each student limited to only one introduction per semester. Furthermore, the introduction also requires the full responsibility of the individual being introduced.
If you fail to judge someone and they commit a misdemeanor after being brought in, you will be held equally guilty. Once you're penalized, you'll be permanently disqualified from entering Cangxing Tower, and the school won't care if you were implicated by others. Because so many factors are involved, seniors won't give up their spots easily.
Sure enough, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Wilde's face.
Seeing his expression, Mo Xuanji wasn't surprised. This was a rather outrageous request, and he didn't hold out much hope. His real goal wasn't to get Wilde to agree to it.
On the one hand, this request was just a gamble, and on the other hand, it was also intended to wait for Wilde to refuse, and then use the compensation psychology to make him agree to another thing - to help Mo Xuanji obtain credits through other unconventional means.
For example, Penglai Daily's profit model is unconventional. Mo Xuanji knew he didn't have the financial acumen, so to avoid wasting time and effort, he chose the safest approach—letting someone with the most financial acumen lead him. However, this operation was too troublesome, and he wasn't sure if Wilde would be willing to help him, so he had no choice but to resort to this last resort.
Mo Xuanji felt a slight pang of conscience for plotting against his senior in such a despicable way.
I'm sorry, senior. Once I get in, I'll give you all the credits I earned from business.
But unexpectedly, Wilde agreed. He rubbed his chin and explained, "Okay. But I haven't accumulated enough credits yet, so you'll need to wait a little longer."
"It's okay, Senior, actually..." This was different from what he had imagined. Mo Xuanji was stunned, and the lines he had just prepared were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
"Are you in a hurry? How about this, I'll try to earn enough credits before winter break. I promise I won't keep you waiting for too long."
Mo Xuanji was in a state of confusion. He remained silent for a few seconds, gathering his words. "How about asking me to do something else?" Facing Wilde's surprised gaze, he gritted his teeth and explained, "The value of these two things isn't proportional. After all, I'm just changing my clothes to help the club recruit people..."
Wilde couldn't help but burst into laughter. He put his arm around Mo Xuanji's shoulders and said with a smile, "Junior, sometimes there's no need to pursue excessive fairness. We're close friends, so why should we care about this? Besides, helping one's junior is only natural."
"However, if you really feel bad about it, then come on stage with me and finish your performance. That way, you'll get a spot in the Hidden Star Tower, and I'll get a perfect performance. It's the best of both worlds, how about that?"
"Okay." Mo Xuanji agreed quickly.
"So what do you need me to do then?"
The reliable senior smiled mysteriously, took out his long roll of business plan, and flung it aside with a clatter: "Do as this. But first, I need to teach you a few simple magic tricks."
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Slender fingers gripped the delicate stem, seemingly filled with endless temptation. The person on stage chuckled softly and placed the rose before them. The angle between the audience and the stage formed a perfect misalignment, and from the audience, it looked like they were kissing the rose.
Amidst a scream, he threw the rose. A flame erupted from nowhere, and the red blossomed in the flames, a passionate and romantic scene. After the rose burned out, a shower of petals fell across the stage. A black-gloved hand gently grasped the edge of his cloak, covering his entire body with the movement.
The next second, the cape was flung open with force, making a rustling sound in the air. Someone else had appeared on the stage. He was wearing the same white costume, a stark contrast to the black he'd worn earlier.
Wilde had a perfect smile on his face: "Good evening everyone, welcome to the world of magic! Have a pleasant evening."
After that, with a snap of his fingers, a clown puppet with balloons under its feet popped out in front of everyone. They flew in the air and continuously sprayed out colorful streamers.
"Smells good?" Someone took a bite and discovered it was actually candy. It was as soft and thin as a piece of paper.
Listening to the bursts of exclamations outside, Mo Xuanji quietly slipped away from the backstage and returned to his friends with an expressionless face.
Teacher Wang on the stage is shining with confidence.
"It turned out that we were hallucinating just now. We actually mistook Senior Wang in black clothes for Xuan Ji?" The sunflower was confused, holding its big crown.
Seeing Mo Xuanji coming over, Zhu Changan excitedly raised his phone and said, "Xuanji, your performance just now was really cool. I recorded it for you! I'll send it to you later!"
"Well, thank you." Mo Xuanji said as he rolled up his cloak and wrapped himself up tightly, leaving only his head, so he pushed his hat down to cover his face.
He became autistic.
It was so embarrassing! His performance was so incomprehensible! First this, then that, and then it was gone. He didn't dare look down at the audience; he just stared blankly the whole time.
The system nearly shut down due to the noise: "Jizi, calm down, it's over."
Either explode in silence or die in silence. Mo Xuanji remained silent on the surface, but inwardly she was screaming like crazy, transforming into a strange being.
Mo Xuanji said nothing. Zhu Changan keenly sensed that something was wrong and looked at him worriedly.
"Xuanji, are you okay?"
"It's okay, just a little cold."
The classmate who was eating ice cream nearby:?
Ji Sheng stared at Mo Xuanji for a moment, then suddenly slapped his head and realized, "Oh! I know now. Xuanji is just like me, she also has social anxiety!"
"I'm not..." Mo Xuanji reflexively raised his head and quickly retorted. As a cool guy, how could he possibly have a social anxiety problem? This must not be discovered by others, absolutely not!
Mo Xuanji couldn't tell what expression Ji Sheng had in his vegetative state, but Zhu Changan seemed to believe it. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Xuanji definitely isn't socially anxious. It must be the weather."
That’s great, Zhu Changan has no doubts, and his cool guy image is preserved.
Zhu Changan paused and asked seriously, "So, do you want some ice cream?"
“…”
With a "pop", Mo Xuanji disappeared from the spot, and the black cloak slowly fell down, perfectly covering a certain round little thing.
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Happy times are always short-lived. The anniversary celebration ended successfully, and the students' lives at Penglai Academy gradually got back on track.
After the previous missions, Mo Xuanji discovered the biggest problem: as "Mo Xuanji", he had too few means of attack.
Although he had learned many skills from the bamboo slips, they were all ancient magic, far beyond the reach of a young boy like him. Therefore, the only thing he could use was his wind-related abilities.
But up to now, there are only a few skills developed in superpowers.
"The burst damage of Wind Blade is quite considerable, but the mana consumption is too high. How can I reduce the consumption?" Mo Xuanji was very troubled as he held various tutorial books.
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