Holding the silver needle in his hand, Leng Xuan’s mind replayed a profound phrase once uttered by Uncle Da Zhang, "Kid, don’t think you’re great just because you’ve met me and learned the art of cultivation. Always remember this: there are skies beyond our skies, and people beyond our people. If we exist in this world, there’s no guarantee that other cultivators don’t as well. Though spiritual energy is scarce on Earth, there are Heaven and Earth Treasures that can provide people with the energy, allowing them to remain on Earth."
Years had gone by, and Leng Xuan had never encountered a cultivator other than himself and Uncle Da Zhang, but today, it seemed like he had, because the silver needle in his hand contained a faint trace of spiritual energy that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to detect.
That is to say, this silver needle was most likely a Magical Treasure cultivated by someone else. Although it’s only a common and lowest grade Magical Treasure, shooting and injuring an enemy from a hundred steps away is not an impossibility.
With this thought, Leng Xuan couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Knowing that such an opponent existed in the school meant his duty to protect Ling Xuejiu’s life had instantly become a hundred times more challenging, as he was well aware that Ling Xuejiu was not him; she wouldn’t be able to sense the presence of a cultivator. This meant if Leng Xuan did not stay by her side at all times, her life could be at risk at any moment.
"Sigh!" Heaving a silent sigh, Leng Xuan thought, ’I originally thought that a job with a high salary of twenty thousand was going to be easy, huh, I didn’t expect it to become so troublesome now!’
If he had known earlier that Ling Tian’s opponents were such figures, he wouldn’t have agreed to the job for two thousand, let alone for a million a month. It wasn’t that he was afraid, but Uncle Zhang’s words still echoed in his ears: ’Child, remember, until your cultivation level reaches the Defying Heaven and Earth Realm, unless it’s a life-or-death situation, you must never reveal your secret. Otherwise, you are very likely to encounter big trouble, and then I won’t be by your side. If someone kills you, it would be tragic enough, but the most terrifying thing is if they extinguish your soul as well; then you would be utterly destroyed, and I would have no way to save you!’
As Leng Xuan was immersed in his memories, suddenly, a skinny boy in the row in front pushed him and whispered, "Brother Xuan, the teacher is talking to you, quickly stand up..."
Leng Xuan abruptly came to his senses, looked up at the skinny boy, and then realized that on the stage, a bald Pudgy was staring at him, looking quite angry. With an embarrassed smile, he slowly stood up without saying a word.
On the stage, the biology teacher Wang Fajiu looked at Leng Xuan and said, "What’s this? The student seems quite unfamiliar, huh? Are you from our class?"
"Teacher Wang, he just transferred here today!" The skinny boy sitting in front of Leng Xuan said.
Wang Fajiu paused, as the matter of Leng Xuan being Ling Xuejiu’s bodyguard was only known to School Director Wang, Principal Zhang, and the Dean of Teaching, with no others aware — after all, the more secretive such matters, the better. Therefore, Wang Fajiu did not give Leng Xuan any warm reception and said indifferently, "Transferred over, is it? What is your name?"
"Teacher, his name is Leng Xuan!" It was the skinny boy speaking again.
Wang Fajiu frowned and said, "Zhao Xiaotian, did I ask you?"