“It hurts so much. Is my grandpa possessed by a ghost or hexed by a curse? I’m going to find a Daoist priest to exorcise him. Whoever hits me can’t be my real grandpa.”
Bo Xuming napped a while in the car. His face was badly swollen and hurt terribly, so he couldn’t sleep well and only dozed lightly. When he got out of the car, he felt as if his whole body wasn’t his own.
“My god, what’s going on? Why are there so many people today?”
“Holy crap, Bentley, Rolls-Royce, BMW, Ferrari… Mom, are 2D fans this well-off now?!”
“Could the organizers have invited some celebrity? Why are there so many people this early?”
“I saw a group of people in administrative jackets walk by, and I have to say, the cosplay was pretty convincing.”
“…”
The noisy entrance of the municipal gymnasium made Bo Xuming want to vomit even more. He turned to leave, but two tall, burly bodyguards held him by the left and right, leaving him nothing to do but queue obediently.
“I’m dizzy and want to throw up, I feel like I have a concussion, let go of me! I’m going to the hospital!”
The two bodyguards were like deaf men, not even twitching an ear.
Bo Xuming was furious, cursing and grumbling, but was still carried into the municipal gymnasium.
“I don’t exercise. Staying up late and exercising equals sudden death. If anything happens to me, you’ll all be responsible!”
Once inside the gymnasium, Bo Xuming found a place to sit, looking as if his butt had stuck to the floor and no one could pull them apart.
The two bodyguards said nothing. Xiao Wang gave Xiao Zhao a look: “You take the young master to rest, and I’ll walk around.”
Seeing that they truly weren’t forcing him to exercise, Bo Xuming soon leaned against the wall and began snoring away.
Xiao Wang and Xiao Zhao didn’t really abandon Bo Xuming. Instead they took turns searching the hall for “opportunities.”
Bo Xuming had no brain or ears, but the two knew what they had come to do.
Although it was only a sliver of a chance at cultivation, what if? What if they had the affinity to be picked by a teacher of Wenxin Cultivation University!
Old Master Bo had promised them that if they got into Wenxin Cultivation University, the Bo family would help them with all their might.
Xiao Wang and Xiao Zhao knew Old Master Bo was investing, and they were deeply grateful.
Knowing there was a chance to enter the cultivation university by coming here was already a heaven-sized opportunity!
Lu Xiuyuan wore a suit and tie, looking very formal, while Guanji beside him was still dressed as the icy white-clothed sword cultivator.
However, two such completely different dressing styles were not conspicuous in this venue.
With multicolored hair and strange-shaped outfits, in this comic convention, the two of them were instead the least eccentric pairing.
“Wow, Teacher, you’re so handsome! Is that a character’s custom setting?”
“Can I collect a photo with you?”
“Oh my god, Teacher, is this your original skin? So handsome!”
Although not very conspicuous, quite a few people ran over to take photos with Lu Xiuyuan.
“Sure, of course. We’re from Wenxin Cultivation University. This is the admissions brochure. You can have a look, and if you’re interested, you can come take our entrance exam.”
“Oh my god, Teacher, this freebie goods of yours is so exquisite! What’s the original work? I’ll go read it when I get home!”
“Hurry, hurry, over there two super handsome guys are cosplaying, and you can get exquisite freebies too.”
The five hundred admissions brochures that Lu Xiuyuan and Guanji had brought were soon all handed out.
“It’s fine if there are no freebies. Teacher, can I take another photo with you?”
“Sure.” The smile on Lu Xiuyuan’s face stayed gentle, without the slightest impatience. Although Guanji hadn’t smiled once the whole time, he simply didn’t smile; handing out brochures and cooperating with photos, he never showed a trace of impatience.
“Wuwu, Teachers, you’re really so nice! Do you have a Douyin account? I’ll go follow you.”
Speaking of this, Lu Xiuyuan remembered they didn’t yet have an official promotional account for the school, so he immediately registered one.
“‘Wenxin Cultivation University.’ Teachers, you’re so dedicated! I followed! I wish you sell more merch!”
Lu Xiuyuan was always more patient with this kind of goodwill: “Mm, thank you.” He handed over a paper crane folded from a paper napkin. “The brochures are gone, so I’ll give you this.”
“Wow, so delicate! Thank you, Teacher!” The pink-haired girl happily ran to rejoin her companions.
“All handed out. Alright, let’s go.”
For the first batch of Wenxin Cultivation University freshmen, Lu Xiuyuan planned to admit only 100, an admission rate of about 20%. He didn’t plan to give out too many assessment qualifications, since what was obtained too easily wouldn’t be cherished.
Guanji’s outward presentation was icy cold, fitting the stereotype of a sword cultivator very well. The words he spoke in half a day could be counted on one palm.
But this time, he unprecedentedly said two words: “Wait here.” He threw two big bags of freebies to Lu Xiuyuan and vanished before the crowd’s eyes in a blink.
“?” The onlookers who had been secretly staring at Guanji’s handsome face with their companions.
“Am I crazy? You secretly photograph up my skirt and I’m the crazy one?!”
A hysterical scream from a corner of the venue entered Lu Xiuyuan’s ears. A hundred or so meters away, in a crowded and noisy environment, by rights the sound shouldn’t have carried.
But with Lu Xiuyuan’s Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivation, this distance and interference did not exist.
It was no different from them quarreling right beside his ear.
It was only that Lu Xiuyuan’s public persona was still a Qi Refining Layer 1 cultivator who had “just drawn qi into his body.” Whether or not anyone was watching him, after Guanji suddenly left, Lu Xiuyuan showed a moment of bewilderment, then closed his eyes as if searching carefully for clues, and only after a few seconds opened his eyes and walked toward the corner of the dispute.
By the time Lu Xiuyuan arrived, Guanji had already dealt with it.
A fat young man lay on the ground with blood gurgling from his mouth, making weak moans, surrounded by onlookers holding up phones, dumbstruck.
A young woman in a sexy cosplay outfit stood in front of Guanji, looking at him blankly.
“Senior Brother, I’ve told you many times that mortals can’t withstand your light tap.” Seeing him frown, Lu Xiuyuan added, “Sword qi won’t do either, nor will pressure. Mortals are governed by law. You can only take action to kill demons.”
Guanji’s brows furrowed even tighter, and he then lifted a foot and walked toward the fat man.
The man who had already vomited blood, seeing him come over, seemed to burst into the last reserves of strength before death and crawled backward again and again.
“You you you… I I I I—”
Guanji dropped a pill and walked past him expressionlessly.
“Let’s go.”
Lu Xiuyuan smiled apologetically at the frightened woman and followed Guanji out.
Under everyone’s gaze, the two took two steps, and then their figures vanished.
A deathly silence spread around, followed by a burst of tsunami-like screams.
“Holy crap holy crap holy crap! They’re cultivators! Real cultivators!”
“I took a photo with these two teachers, and they gave me freebies!”
“What freebies, this is a real cultivation university admissions brochure!”
“Wenxin Cultivation University… holy crap, I’m becoming a cultivator, hahahaha—”
Bo Xuming was woken by the screams, his heart pounding. He reached up to cover his chest but touched something slippery.
“‘Wenxin Cultivation University Admissions Brochure’? What little flyer dares to be put on me, am I a trash can?!” In a fit of anger, Bo Xuming crumpled the flyer into a ball and threw it away.