59: Chapter 58 This time I'll definitely perform even better than before!

Liu Shiyi dialed a number with trembling hands.

“Han Qing... come over here!”

His voice shook so much it was almost unintelligible.

In less than twenty seconds, a girl wearing a dark red cloak walked up.

Short hair, cold face, with a narrow straight blade hanging at her waist.

Her aura was heavy, far more oppressive than He Cheng, who had just flown out the window.

Second Awakening, Level 110.

Class: Bloodblade Shura.

Lin Yao took a step back.

Han Qing was one of the top three students in the Combat Department of Tianfu University, an absolute ace of the third-year class.

It was said that just last month, she had solo-killed a Lord-rank monster in a Hard-difficulty secret realm.

Liu Shiyi clutched his chest, taking two deep breaths before he managed to recover.

Pointing a trembling finger at Lin Mo, he said, “Give this brat... a beating for me!”

Han Qing glanced at Zhou Yan, who was embedded in the bookshelf, then at the window frame that was missing its window.

She moved in an instant.

The blood-colored enchantment on her blade instantly dyed the entire office dark red, and the trajectory of her blade was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow.

“Shura: Triple Slash!”

Three blade energies stacked into one, cleaving down toward Lin Mo's chest.

“Clang!”

Lin Mo actually reached out his palm to take the hit head-on!

Han Qing's blade energy exploded, causing a ring of cracks to spread across the floor.

Lin Mo didn't budge an inch.

Three '-0' damage indicators floated above his head.

Han Qing's pupils shrank drastically.

Her strength was incomparable to the previous two, yet she hadn't even broken through Lin Mo's defense.

She grit her teeth and activated Chain Slash!

Each strike was faster than the last, each strike heavier than the one before.

Until the narrow blade snapped in half from the middle.

The broken blade spun through the air and embedded itself in the ceiling.

Han Qing stood holding the half-hilt, completely dumbfounded.

“Little Liu, the masseuse you invited isn't professional enough. She's already worn out after just a moment.”

Lin Mo shrugged his hands.

“I'm a... ma... masseuse...”

Han Qing's hand holding the hilt was shaking as she looked at Lin Mo with an expression of utter disbelief.

“I'm sorry, I'm leaving now.”

She left with a face full of humiliation, without saying another word.

The office fell into silence once again.

The wind poured in through the broken window, making Liu Shiyi's long beard flutter.

The old man stood amidst the scattered wood and charts, his mouth opening and closing, his expression indescribably complex.

At this moment, this eighty-year-old man actually felt quite helpless.

Liu Shiyi slowly turned his head.

His gaze landed on Lin Yao, who was curled up in a ball in the corner.

Lin Yao's whole body stiffened.

As soon as the old man's mouth opened, Lin Yao sprang back three steps, her hands waving frantically in front of her.

“No, no, no, no!! Teacher Liu, I can't do it! I really can't!!”

“I'm a support, Teacher Liu!! Crushing me would be easier for him than crushing a chick!!”

Liu Shiyi's hand froze in mid-air.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He slowly walked back behind his desk and plopped down.

The chair let out a miserable creak.

The office was quiet for about ten seconds.

“Little Liu, what other tricks do you have left?”

Lin Mo leaned against the wall, looking at this Fourth Awakening powerhouse with great interest.

Liu Shiyi pulled a communicator from his drawer and dialed a number.

It rang twice and connected.

“Qin Lan.”

Liu Shiyi's voice was dry, as if a stone were stuck in his throat.

“What is it, Elder Liu?”

Qin Lan's voice came through the communicator.

“What kind of student did you dump on me?”

“I told you, his name is Lin Mo, he's a Blank Slate Warrior with a hidden talent. The Alliance just wants you to temper his temperament; don't worry about anything else...”

“You call this a Blank Slate Warrior?!”

Liu Shiyi's volume suddenly spiked by three octaves.

“I called three students: a Level 90, a Level 95 Second Awakening, and a Level 110 Second Awakening!”

“The three of them combined couldn't beat him!”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the communicator.

Then came Qin Lan's schadenfreude-filled voice and suppressed laughter.

“This... I'm not sure either. I'm just following orders from above.”

“You... you... you...”

Liu Shiyi's beard shook even more violently.

“Teach this student yourself. I can't do it.”

“Elder Liu, I'm an Ice Mage.”

Qin Lan's tone was very innocent.

“You want me to teach a warrior? I don't even know how to hold a melee weapon.”

“Then you tell me who can teach him?!”

The sound of rummaging through things came from the other side.

“How about this... let's not worry about the rest for now.”

Qin Lan's tone changed, becoming slightly serious.

“The Alliance Leader made an agreement with him before to have him learn two sub-professions.”

“As you know, the Zhang family occupies more than half of the Alliance's high-level sub-professionals.”

“Because of that, they have a lot of say in the Alliance.”

“Even if we know Lin Mo is being targeted by the Zhang family, we can only suffer this loss in silence.”

“The warriors in the Raid Group also can't do without the Zhang family's supplies...”

“If Lin Mo can achieve something, the Alliance will have a chance to completely break free from the Zhang family...”

Liu Shiyi glanced at Lin Mo.

“Fine.”

Liu Shiyi waved his hand as if shooing a fly.

“Then take him away quickly. My place really can't accommodate such a great buddha!”

“Also, if the Zhang family makes things difficult for him in his sub-profession studies, I won't help him.”

The call disconnected.

Lin Mo nodded slightly toward Liu Shiyi.

“Little Liu, I'll come find you for tea another day.”

Liu Shiyi's hand holding the teacup twitched.

He didn't respond, only closing his eyes while trembling.

He had taught students his whole life, and today was the first time a student had called him 'Little Liu.'

And it just had to be a first-year freshman.

And it just so happened that he really couldn't do anything about this freshman.

He swore he never wanted to see Lin Mo again in his life!

“Let's go, let's go.”

Lin Mo pulled the numb-faced Lin Yao along; the girl had become dazed again.

The two walked out of the small building, and sunlight fell on the vines of the corridor.

A few students were scattered along the main road of the campus, and the sound of explosions came from the training grounds in the distance.

Lin Yao led Lin Mo onto a side road, heading toward the sub-profession teaching building in the West District.

“How could you call Teacher Liu 'Little Liu'... that's just too...”

“It's fine, he'll get used to it.”

Lin Yao's mouth twitched.

Making a teacher 'get used to it,' you really are something else.

Halfway there, Lin Mo suddenly stopped.

He looked down at his right chest.

Beneath his clothes, the pitch-black Dragon Blood Soul-Devouring Curse mark had been pulsing steadily.

But in that instant just now...

The pulse frequency of the curse mark suddenly changed.

It was like a heartbeat skipping a beat, then beating twice more.

It was extremely brief, so brief that an ordinary person wouldn't have noticed it at all.

That wasn't a fluctuation from the curse mark itself.

Something... was responding to it.

Lin Mo looked up, his gaze sweeping across the azure sky above the campus.

There was nothing.

“What's wrong?” Lin Yao looked back at him.

“Nothing.”

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze and continued walking.

The entrance to the sub-profession teaching building was now right before them.

On the electronic bulletin board by the door, a line of large red characters scrolled by:

[This Week's Sub-profession Open Class: Advanced Pharmaceutics — Speaker: Alliance-Appointed Rank 5 Master — Zhang Heng]

Lin Yao glanced at it and shuddered.

“Master Zhang Heng?! Why is he here? He's a Pharmaceutics Grandmaster ranked in the top 30 of the Alliance!!”

“It's said that he values sincerity very much when taking disciples and hates students who lack etiquette the most.”

She suddenly covered her mouth and turned to look at Lin Mo.

The corners of Lin Mo's mouth were already curling up.

Zhang Heng... is he a member of the Zhang family?

Then he definitely had to go and see.

“Let's go.”

He pushed open the door and walked inside.

“Wait a minute, you you you...”

Lin Yao stamped her feet in anxiety behind him.

“You must restrain yourself later! Don't call Master Zhang 'Little Zhang'!!”

In the stairwell, Lin Mo's laughter floated up.

“Don't worry.”

“This time, I'll definitely perform even more perfectly than before.”

Lin Yao: “...”

Lin Yao regretted following Lin Mo...