Chapter 43: Southern Eagle Library

  At dawn, the sun jumps out from the horizon, shaking off its fiery outer garment, and begins to spread scorching temperatures over the ground, driving away the last remnants of night's coolness.

  It has been three days since the graduation exam ended, and summer vacation started two days ago. Students have been returning home one after another. The campus of Nanjing University is empty, with few people seen, looking somewhat deserted.

  On the edge of the playground, Sun Yan and Mu sat there together, gazing out at the empty playground. The two couldn't help but let out a sigh, for they knew that the beautiful scenery formed by those lovely girls would never be seen again.

  Sun said with emotion: "After today, when we next return to school, who knows when that will be."

  Mù Tóng also shook his head and sighed, "Alas! I used to look forward to graduation every day, but now that it's really here, I'm a little reluctant to leave. People are just so... infatuated!"

  Sun Yan slanted his eyes and looked at him with disdain, saying: "Don't generalize from a single instance, and don't mention me, such a noble person, in the same breath as you."

  "You little brat, since you became a genius martial artist, you've become arrogant all of a sudden!"

  "I have always been consistent in my words and actions, with a noble, humble and pure character for 16 years. Wooden bucket, please do not intentionally slander me."

  "Your character was also formed under the influence of my great personality, in a long period of subtle and silent transformation. Ah Yan, you must learn to be grateful."

  "My innate virtues were originally like a bright pearl, but they have been covered in dust for a long time. Today the dust has been swept away and the light is born, illuminating the rivers and mountains with ten thousand rays."

  "Hum! A bright pearl covered in dust needs someone to wipe it clean before it can shine brightly. Without my daily soulful calls, Ah Yan, could you have grasped the essence of martial arts? The power of a role model is boundless."

  Two young men teased each other, shamelessly boasting about themselves for a full half hour before finally licking their lips and reluctantly dropping the subject.

  Mu Tong glanced at the time, patted his butt and stood up, saying: "Alright, Ah Yan. I'm heading home now, let's part ways for now. In half a month, we'll meet again at Emperor Wind Academy! By then, we, the Emperor Wind Duo, will sweep through the school and hook up with all the beauties."

  "Huh, you're leaving just like that?" Sun Yan looked up, his eyes sincere. "At least wait a bit for me to receive the reward for the 'Daily Elimination War', I'll see you off."

  "Get out!" Mu Tong raised his middle fingers with both hands, sneering: "You little brat wants to show off, huh? With us green leaves around, it will only make your beauty stand out more."

  "Look at what you're saying! In this life, two brothers, am I that kind of person?"

  "You're that kind of person." Mu Tong looked at him with even more disdain, then shook his head in frustration. "Actually, I was thinking of staying for two more days, but something came up at home and my family wants me to hurry back."

  He detected a sense of anxiety in Muzhong's tone, which made Sun Yan curious. The two had been good friends since their freshman year in college, but he knew very little about Muzhong's family situation and it wasn't convenient to ask more questions.

  "You'd better hurry back home, don't let your family worry." Sun Yan urged.

  Looking at Mu Tong's departing back, Sun Yan suddenly felt something, his eyes unconsciously swept over, and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

  Since the strange encounter at his ancestral home, Sun Yan's sixth sense had become increasingly sharp. Although he was now a second-level warrior, his powers of observation were no longer comparable to those of an ordinary second-level warrior.

  During this period of time, when staying with his best friend Mu, Sun Yan always had a kind of illusion that someone was peeping at him from the side, but he couldn't find any trace.

  Sun said to himself, "It's strange, I always feel like someone is spying on me. Is it one of the girls who has a crush on me? That makes sense, I'm so handsome and elegant, with an extraordinary aura, it's normal for girls to have a secret crush on me."

  "Who has a crush on you?" A soft and gentle voice came from behind, Sun Yan was startled, turned around to look, and saw that Feng Ling Xue had appeared at some point, standing beside him, and sat down next to him.

  Every time I see this chief school flower of Nan Ying Academy, the chief student, Sun Yan, I feel a stunning shock.

  A white sleeveless shirt, black trousers, a golden ring on the right arm, dark hair like silk scattered casually on shoulders as white as jade, the collarbone resembling two crescent moons, delicate to the point of making one's heart tremble.

  Feng Ling Xue favors black and white when dressing, and it's precisely these two colors that perfectly bring out her temperament. Snowflakes dance in the night sky, and the wind chime is tied to a small cottage.

  Sun Yan was stunned, unnaturally turning his head to one side. Every time he met Feng Lingxue, he had to adapt for a while before his heartbeat returned to normal.

  Feng Ling Xue suddenly opened her beautiful eyes wide and softly exclaimed: "Your inner yuan cultivation has already reached the second level of martial artist's perfection?"

  Sun Yan snapped back to reality, thinking about the strange encounter he had at Luoshan Stone Tower three days ago. He felt a little uneasy in his heart and dryly laughed: "Yes! I just reached the second level of Neiyuan Dazhuan yesterday, what a coincidence, what a coincidence!"

  Feng Ling Xue stared at him, her scalp tingling slightly, and a stormy wave rising in her heart. The cultivation of martial skills, apart from the accumulation of time, depended on individual enlightenment. On the other hand, the cultivation of Inner Yuan was entirely different, it must be a long-term cumulative process, from little to much, from quantitative change to qualitative change.

  But how long has this young man been promoted to the second-level warrior? She was watching Sun Yan advance to the second-level warrior, and in less than half a month, he had already reached the state of perfection as a second-level warrior.

  "With 'Grandmaster-level' martial arts comprehension and possessing such a terrifying inner yuan cultivation speed, this young man's rapid progress is simply astonishing."

  "I'm jealous!" Feng Lingxue pouted and suddenly said so.

  Sun didn't hear clearly and asked: "Huh, Feng classmate, what did you say?"

  Feng Lingxue stretched out her hand and pinched Sun Yan's arm hard, twisting it with force as she said resentfully, "I'm telling you, I'm jealous."

  "Ah......" Sun Yan suddenly let out a mournful cry, "It hurts, it hurts! Let go, let go quickly!"

  It's not easy to get rid of Feng Lingxue's "toxic hand", Sun Yan pointed at the purple bruise on his arm and shouted: "Do you want to murder me? You, a 4th-level martial artist, bullying a 2nd-level martial artist like this?"

  "Who made you cultivate so fast." Feng Ling Xue rolled her eyes.

  Looking at Feng Ling, who had a sulky expression, Sun Yan couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. However, his heart was also racing with excitement. The more he interacted with this stunning girl, the more he discovered her many unknown sides.

  "The reward for winning the [Regular Day Elimination Battle]! If it's a skill or technique, you can't have it all to yourself!"

  Sun Yan patted his chest and repeatedly guaranteed that if the reward was a combat technique, he would definitely invite Chen Wang and Chang Cheng to study it together with him.

  Taking advantage of the early hour, the two of them started discussing martial arts, both being exceptionally talented with extraordinary comprehension. When it came to techniques and combat skills, they often got straight to the point, hitting the nail on the head.

  Just as they were getting into the conversation, Sun Yan and Feng Xue's expressions moved at the same time, and they both looked back to see Instructor Carter standing behind them, looking embarrassed.

  Silently appearing behind the students, this was something Carter used to do often, usually managing to scare those cadets half to death, while also highlighting his authority as a cold-faced instructor.

  As an eighth-level warrior, it's easy to achieve this.

  Unexpectedly today, I was discovered by two students at the same time. Although these two students are genius martial artists, but Liu Zhi's senses are a bit too sharp.

  As two pairs of eyes fell on him at the same time, Carter felt a wave of frustration and powerlessness, and he cursed in his heart: I hate geniuses!

  "Sir, yes sir!" Sun Yan immediately stood up:

  "Hello, Instructor Carter!"

  Feng Ling Xue stood up with him, her demeanor full of noble elegance, without a single flaw to pick out.

  At this time, Sun Yan noticed the change in Carter's uniform and exclaimed: "Officer Carter, you have been promoted to be the head teacher of Class C?"

  Carter shook his head, rarely revealing a smile, and said: "I just received the notice, and I won't be officially taking office until next semester."

  As he said that, he glanced at Sun Yan and became even more satisfied with this student. If it weren't for Sun Yan's outstanding performance in the graduation exam, how could he be so glorious now? Not only was he promoted to the head teacher of Class C, but also the teachers of Classes A and B kept trying to get close to him and build relationships. Just thinking about the envy in those people's eyes made Carter feel delighted.

  Thinking of this, Carter's gaze became even softer, and he smiled: "Let's go, Sun Yan. Principal Wang Sen is still waiting for you."

  Following Carter, the three of them walked along the bluestone road in the campus, among the trees, and Sun Yan's heart was also filled with expectation.

  What kind of reward will Principal Zhang Zhengri leave behind? Will it be a powerful technique, a combat skill, wealth, or some other special reward?

  With excitement in their hearts, Sun Yan and the three of them arrived at the back of the school, where Vice President Wang Sen, as well as the three chief instructors of classes A, B, and C, were all standing.

  "Good morning, Principal!"

  "Good morning, Instructor Rodney!"

  ……

  Sun Yan and Feng Lingxue went forward to greet them, and Wang Sen's four people responded warmly. Those smiling and fiery eyes made Sun Yan tremble all over, feeling like a piece of fat meat.

  Looking around, Sun Yan asked strangely: "Principal, what are we doing here?"

  This is the back of the school, except for the college library, there are no other buildings. Sun Yan originally thought that opening Mr. Zhang Zhengri's reward would be done directly in the vice president's office.

  Wang Sen smiled and gestured, "Follow me, I'm also looking forward to seeing what reward Mr. Zhang Zhengri has left behind. To be able to trigger the 'Zhengri Elimination War' during my term, even if the principal finds out, they'll probably envy me."

  Turning around, Wang Sen led the crowd forward in the direction of the college library straight ahead.

  The library of Nanjing Academy is located at the back of the school, nestled in a grove of trees. Walking along the forest path, looking up through the gaps in the trees, you can vaguely see where it is, an old building.

  The library is one of the important buildings in school, Sun Yan also liked to come here often before, but the types of books he borrowed were relatively single, such as "Supermodel Photo Collection", "Kobayashi's Refined Life", "Things I Must Say with Seven Women" and so on.

  This kind of book, other students can't find it even if they don't know the existence of these books, but Sun Yan and Mu Tong's "sharp eyes" can't be deceived, one by one in the hidden corners, found these books.

  Looking at the library in front of him, Sun Yan recalled the past and suddenly thought of something - he had not said goodbye to the librarian, that kind-hearted old man Huang.