320: Daily life at the academy

Qin Wangchuan didn't turn his head, his voice came flatly: "No why."

Gu Yixuan subconsciously sped up to follow him, maintaining a half-step distance, her voice carrying a hint of grievance:

"But... but this job offers a lot of academic credits..."

Academic credits—a hard currency in the Myriad Dao Academy, similar to contribution points.

Completing specific tasks issued by the Academy or assisting with certain affairs could earn academic credits.

These were generally used to exchange for resources, including rare Medicinal Pills, access to special Cultivation rooms, and even viewing permissions for certain secret techniques.

This system was especially significant for Loose Cultivator students with exceptional talent but ordinary backgrounds and lack of support.

It allowed them to avoid scrambling for basic Cultivation resources and focus more on Cultivation itself.

"You took on this task," Qin Wangchuan's steps didn't falter, but his tone was firm, "You didn't tell your brother, did you?"

Gu Yixuan's body stiffened slightly, she lowered her head, pursing her lips without answering.

She tacitly admitted it.

She had taken on this job behind Gu Tianye's back, simply wanting to use these academic credits to secretly alleviate some pressure for her brother.

There were simply too many Prodigies in the Myriad Dao Academy.

Coupled with the fact that some rewards were issued based on Academy rankings, the competition was exceptionally fierce.

Qin Wangchuan didn't press further, nor did he explain, merely dropping a sentence:

"For the specifics, go ask your brother."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yixuan softly hummed in acknowledgment and said nothing more.

She just silently followed half a step behind Qin Wangchuan.

According to the arrangement, for the next two hours, she needed to accompany Qin Wangchuan to Xuan Yi Academy to attend the "Myriad Laws General Theory" class and be responsible for recording his speeches or questions in class—

If he said nothing, there would be no need to record.

This was Gu Yixuan's entire job content for the day.

The two walked one after another through the corridor.

Along the way, some female cultivators who had been waiting there, meticulously dressed, saw Qin Wangchuan's figure, and their eyes immediately lit up.

They quickly tidied their sideburns and smoothed their spotless dresses.

As he approached, they all showed smiles, some shy, some generous, and greeted him in soft, gentle voices:

"Young Master Qin, we meet again."

"Hello, Young Master Qin."

Even bolder ones directly held up Jade Slips and stepped forward, their beautiful eyes filled with affection, their gazes flowing, their voices so soft and sweet they seemed to drip with honey:

"Senior Brother Qin, I've been struggling to grasp the essence of this Water Cloud Art recently, and my heart is filled with confusion. May I... ask for your guidance?"

On the other side.

A graceful woman, gently fanning herself with a folding fan painted with landscapes, smiled charmingly:

"Young Master Qin, I heard you have unique insights into the Dao of Talismans. May I be so fortunate as to receive a moment of your guidance?"

Her voice was clear and pleasant, but her gaze was bold and direct.

Several other women, though not directly stepping forward, also gathered around Qin Wangchuan.

They giggled and whispered, their eyes occasionally darting over, as if waiting for an opportunity.

Like a flock of warbling swallows and orioles, they surrounded Qin Wangchuan.

Meanwhile, the reactions of the passing male cultivators varied.

Some cast complex glances from afar, tinged with jealousy and self-abasement, whispering with their companions.

Others showed pure admiration, cupping their hands in greeting from a distance: "Young Master Qin."

That battle on the eleventh floor of the Myriad Dao Book Palace had thoroughly subdued many people.

Even those who had no prior interaction with him now had a pure respect, stemming from his strength, quietly taking root in the hearts of many peers.

Qin Wangchuan walked among them, his expression calm and unruffled, his steps composed.

To every gaze and greeting, he merely nodded slightly, responding appropriately, yet without a trace of superfluous emotion.

"Greetings, everyone."

Facing the offered Jade Slip, he did not directly take it, but spoke in a gentle tone:

"For Cultivation Technique difficulties, the Elders of the Academy have been immersed in this Dao for a long time, and their insights far surpass mine. It would be more appropriate to consult them."

"As for the Dao of Talismans, I merely have a slight understanding."

His response was polite and humble, yet subtly created a distance.

Several female cultivators chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"Young Master Qin is too modest."

"During the last Talisman Art class, the skill you displayed truly stunned us all."

"Yes, even Elder Yan said you are a rare talent in the Dao of Talismans, seen only once in ten thousand years."

Although they said this, they were all clever people who knew when to stop.

After making themselves known, they consciously made way.

Qin Wangchuan said no more, his steps unbroken, walking straight towards the Suofa Palace.

This was almost his daily routine.

His identity as the Qin Family Divine Son, coupled with his stunning performance upon entering the Academy, destined him to be the focal point of attention in the eyes of the opposite sex.

After all, not all women in the world are pure and single-minded.

There are always those who seek shortcuts.

Once he left the Academy, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary people to meet him.

Gu Yixuan followed not too far behind, not daring to get too close, and watching Qin Wangchuan's effortless handling of the situation, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

As expected of a Divine Son from a top aristocratic family, his conduct and dealings truly show no flaws.

As she was thinking, a reminder from the Elder who arranged the task for her suddenly flashed in her mind when she took on this job:

"Qin Wangchuan's status is special; he is never lacking those who seek to climb the social ladder."

"Besides your daily duties, you must also pay attention and, if necessary, block those overly enthusiastic entanglements for him..."

This thought sent a shiver down Gu Yixuan's spine.

Almost instinctively, she wanted to quicken her pace and step forward to block the encircling female cultivators for Qin Wangchuan.

However, just as her steps were about to move.

Qin Wangchuan, walking ahead, seemed to sense something, subtly turned his head, and glanced back at her.

His gaze was calm and unruffled, devoid of any emotion.

Yet, it was like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the courage she had just mustered.

Gu Yixuan froze in place, not daring to move again.

Several passing female cultivators also followed Qin Wangchuan's gaze and glanced at her, only assuming she was another ordinary admirer infatuated with Young Master Qin. Their eyes held a hint of understanding and imperceptible disdain, and they did not linger.

He withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

Gu Yixuan also suppressed her emotions and silently followed.

Thus, the two, one in front and one behind, arrived at the Suofa Palace, where classes were held today, under various gazes, both overt and covert.

And before the ancient stone steps of the Suofa Palace, a graceful figure had been standing still for a long time.

The morning light flowed over the young woman's magnificent yet elegant palace dress, outlining breathtaking curves.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, casually coiled with a hairpin, a few wisps falling along her neck, which was fairer than snow.

She simply stood there, already a peerless ancient painting—serene, distant, possessing an inviolable nobility.

It was none other than the Grand Princess of the Central Province Imperial Dynasty, Jiang Xuanli.