A Top Scholar in Everything

On their return journey, the two encountered no surprises; of course, Baiyu discovered halfway through that someone was quietly tracking them.

The powerful detection ability brought by the Pupil of Chongming almost allowed Baiyu to discover any form of tracking.

But.

The person following them had no intention of making a move, extremely cautious, trailing far behind, and Baiyu had no way to handle them for the time being.

If he made a move without ensuring a kill, the opponent escaping would only alert them prematurely.

Until the two made their way into the school.

The person in the shadows tracking them finally retreated slowly.

Clearly.

The opponent dared not stir up trouble within Celestial South Martial Arts University.

"Whew..."

Meng Siyu wiped the sweat from her forehead, a huge stone in her heart finally settled: "Baiyu, you felt it too, right? The person tracking us just now, is very likely from the He Family."

Although He Chenghai's death had been long concluded.

However.

The He Family clearly couldn't swallow this grievance.

With the only heir dead, no family would leave it unchecked.

Very clearly.

They now suspect Baiyu.

After all, only Baiyu, Meng Siyu, and Lorna returned alive; even if their statements were consistent, needless doubts may arise.

"Let's not bother with this for now. Even with their connections, the He Family wouldn't dare take action in the school."

Baiyu brushed the matter aside.

In the months ahead, he planned to stay within the school, naturally not fearing their targeting.

"Alright, you just stay vigilant, I'm heading back to the Martial Arts Academy first." Meng Siyu had come out originally to complete her Bounty Hunter task, to maintain her hunter's certificate level.

Her goal had now been achieved.

Though she was curious about the task Baiyu's master had given him, she didn't want to ask more.

From her understanding over this period, things involving Baiyu were generally synonymous with trouble.

The two bid farewell hastily.

Baiyu, holding a wooden box, turned corner after corner, arriving at Master Yi Xian's villa.

Today, the master wore a white lab coat with thin-framed glasses on her face.

When Baiyu found her, she was busy experimenting in the basement, where various test tubes in red, yellow, blue, and green constantly emitted steam, keeping her exceedingly busy.

"Mission accomplished."

Baiyu placed the wooden box on the table.

Master Yi Xian curiously appraised him but didn't open the box immediately. With her perception, she naturally sensed Sioman's unique Blood Qi.

The fact that he actually found Sioman.

This was what surprised Master Yi Xian.

Her initial intention was to make things difficult for Baiyu, to knock this student down a peg before eventually gifting him the Spirit Technique.

But now.

The opponent exceeded expectations dramatically.

"How did you manage to find him? You know, he drank my Transformation Potion, becoming someone at Master Level when it comes to concealment, also able to alter his appearance at will.

Even if I were to search for him myself, it would be extremely challenging."

As Master Yi Xian spoke, she opened the box. Inside was the head of a stranger, but she instantly sensed it was indeed Sioman.

The aura from the Transformation Potion made her immensely familiar.

"I've been mingling in the streets for years, naturally knowing the places these people love to hide. Bold speculation, cautious validation, finally determining the location before taking action, that's all."

Baiyu explained simply.

Master Yi Xian nodded, remarking with surprise: "Not bad, bold speculation, cautious validation. Well said, here's the method for compressing Blood Qi you wanted."

She retrieved two densely written papers from the pile of materials beside her.

They detailed how Ancient Martial Artists compress Blood Qi.

Moreover, all of it was written in Mystical Language.

This language inherently signifies mystery; seeing too much of it as an ordinary person is highly likely to cause aberration.

But unfortunately.

Many ancient books and texts on Mysticism use this language.

This is also why studying Mysticism often leads to madness due to aberration.

Baiyu pocketed the Spirit Technique, exchanged a few pleasantries with Master Yi Xian, then turned and left.

Leaving the master caught off guard.

"Going back so quickly? Is it because you heard something from Sioman?" Master Yi Xian smiled, her face showing an expression of "I've seen through everything."

"No, I want to go back and cultivate."

"Is cultivation really that urgent?"

"Very urgent."

Baiyu replied nonchalantly with two words.

Master Yi Xian huffed, her chest heaving, glaring at him irritably, "No way, you must listen to what I have to say today, otherwise don't expect to pass your finals!"

Reluctantly, Baiyu halted.

The master possesses the authority to grade students on ordinary performance.

Moreover, these scores carry significant weight in the overall final grade.

Next, Baiyu heard another version from Master Yi Xian.

Sioman was indeed Master Yi Xian's student and was already an outstanding senior, having once reached Tier Six Martial Artist level.

Yet the opponent wasn't satisfied with this.

Seeing his growth in the school had nearly reached its peak, Master Yi Xian had nothing left to teach him.

This student heard about her research on the Transformation Potion, originally just a semi-finished product, far from completed.

But.

The opponent assumed it was Master Yi Xian's treasured Magic Elixir, quietly sneaking into the lab to steal it.

Sioman's extraordinary abilities were always related to theft.

Master Yi Xian never guarded against him.

The opponent quite effortlessly, stole the potion and fled the school's premises overnight. Though a semi-finished product, it's obvious what effect drinking it might have.

During that period, he risked his life to sneak back into the lab twice, stealing the inhibitor for this potion.

But that's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

"That's about it, his current predicament is self-inflicted. In both study and cultivation, besides one's own effort, talent is often crucial.

With only the talent for being a Tier Six Martial Artist but still aspiring to climb higher.

There's no ending to that other than falling to pieces."

Master Yi Xian shook her head.

Baiyu held no comment.

He didn't quite believe either of their words, anyway, better safe than sorry, perhaps it's best to visit Master Yi Xian less in the future.

"Alright, you may go. If you encounter trouble, come to me immediately, though at Celestial South Martial Arts University, as one of my students, no one would dare trouble you."

Master Yi Xian waved her hand, returning to her work.

After bidding farewell to Master Yi Xian, Baiyu returned to his dormitory.

The doors to the rooms on either side remained tightly shut.

His two neighbors usually displayed secretive behavior, typically absent from the dorms five or six days a week.

But then Baiyu thought.

Wasn't he quite the same?

"Compressing Blood Qi, first elevate the current combat power. The impending Spirit Realm tide is the priority."

Baiyu took a deep breath.

Reading Spirit Technique in Mystical Language isn't easy; it requires letter-by-letter patience, haste is out of the question.

Learning.

Anxiousness is the greatest taboo.