After seeing Yang Lin off, Su Mu glanced at the spiritual birds scattered on the ground and couldn’t help muttering, “These spiritual birds would probably make delicious yellow-braised chicken with rice…”
Before he could finish his thought, a wave of killing intent swept through, causing the temperature at the courtyard entrance to plummet.
The protective function of Su Mu’s school badge was instantly activated, and he was startled.
These spiritual birds are drunk, right? How can they still hear what I’m saying? Oops, drunk big shots are trouble; better get out of here.
He quickly shut his mouth and turned back to the courtyard, slamming the gate shut with a ‘bang.’
The chilly killing intent was blocked outside, making it much more comfortable.
Walking towards the house, he heard a faint ‘purr’ sound.
The sound was very soft, somewhat like it was coming from a kitten’s throat, easy to miss if not paying attention.
Did a cat come into the yard? Attracted by the dissipating spiritual qi?
Su Mu looked around and located the source of the sound—it wasn’t a cat at all; the ‘purring’ noise was actually coming from the spiritual ginseng.
Seeing the spiritual ginseng, Su Mu was startled.
Its leaves had wilted again and were somewhat shriveled and listless, a stark contrast to its vibrant appearance from a couple of days ago.
Su Mu thought the spiritual ginseng might be suffering from some pest, but upon closer inspection, he found no significant issues. Like the spiritual birds lying outside, it had gotten drunk from absorbing the spiritual qi he had dissipated.
Well, it turns out plants can get drunk too, quite an eye-opener.
And this spiritual ginseng was even purring while drunk? Maybe if I keep it a bit longer, it will start talking and call me grandpa?
By then, I’ll have a ginseng baby?
I don’t even have a girlfriend, and I’m about to have a kid? That doesn’t seem like a good thing.
Thinking about this, Su Mu couldn’t help but smile bitterly and shake his head. But since the spiritual ginseng wasn’t in any grave trouble, he felt relieved.
Maybe sensing someone approaching, the spiritual ginseng woke up, no longer purring.
Su Mu observed a few traces of his own blood remaining on the leaves of the spiritual ginseng and remarked reflectively, “Now that you have some of my blood, you’re partly mine. Try to behave, grow more roots so we don’t run out of food and have to cut you up. Also, it’d be better if you settled down soon and stopped thinking about escaping. Then I could remove the red string binding you and let you be free. Wouldn’t it be nicer to run and jump around in the yard than how you are now?”
The drooping leaves of the spiritual ginseng shook as if it understood Su Mu’s words, trembling as if scared and appearing helpless and pitiful… Pitiful my foot. If anyone were fooled by its act, they’d be tricked to death.
Su Mu had already read about this in “Spiritual Ginseng Cultivation Techniques,” which noted that spiritual ginsengs are very deceptive. If you’re fooled by their appearance, you can be sure to lose everything, even your pants.
Naturally, he wasn’t fooled by the spiritual ginseng’s pitiful act. He flicked the ginseng lightly with his hand and then stood up to walk towards the house. The spiritual ginseng shuddered violently when flicked and then stopped moving.
As he walked, Su Mu pulled out his phone and logged into the school’s app to check out the profiles of spiritual practice instructors.
For most people, because of limited energy, even if they choose multiple majors, there is still a distinction between a major and a minor.
Typically, one has only one or two majors, which require significant effort and might even take a lifetime of study. Minors, on the other hand, are more about broadening horizons, enriching knowledge, and enhancing spell capabilities.
This leads students to prioritize choosing a spiritual practice instructor whose expertise aligns with their intended major.
However, for Su Mu, the distinction between major and minor doesn’t matter. As long as he has the money, any subject can become a major.
Therefore, rather than the instructor’s expertise in a particular field, he values the instructor’s strength and connections more.
The stronger the connections and the greater the strength, the better the coverage and the higher and better the knowledge accessible to him.
Of course, if there were an instructor who was both powerful and well-connected, and also an expert in runic formations and artifact cultivation, that would be ideal.
Although Su Mu could make any subject his major with enough money, he was most interested in runic formations and artifact cultivation, followed by alchemical pills and alchemical cuisine.
After reviewing the profiles of the spiritual practice instructors, Su Mu found that their abilities were quite similar, all at the Level 4 grade C.
It was impossible to distinguish who was better based solely on ability, so the next consideration would be their connections, but Su Mu didn’t have much information about that.
“I should have asked Teacher Yang earlier. It seems a bit inappropriate to call her now. She has been taking care of Su Ye these past few days and has already put off a lot of her own work. She must be busy now.”
After some thought, Su Mu decided not to bother Yang Lin and instead scrolled through his contacts to find Wen Wubin’s number, which he dialed.
Since joining Qingcheng Mountain Cultivation University, Su Mu and Wen Wubin hadn’t seen each other much, but they often chatted on WeChat.
They talked about life, studies… all sorts of things.
Relationships are built over time, and keeping in touch regularly can, at the very least, keep you familiar with each other. On the other hand, relationships can fade over time if not maintained, even if they were once good.
Of course, this only works if the other person doesn’t dislike you; otherwise, it becomes harassment and can make things worse.
Su Mu understood these dynamics well.
Calling Wen Wubin for advice was also a way of showing trust, as if saying, “See how much I trust you, even asking for your advice on something as important as choosing an instructor…” This, in turn, could deepen their relationship.
Su Mu wasn’t sure if Wen Wubin was busy as the phone rang for a while without an answer.
Just as Su Mu was about to hang up, Wen Wubin finally picked up.
Wen Wubin’s voice came through the phone, “Little Su, I was just discussing something with someone and it was quite loud, didn’t hear my phone ring. What’s up, you need something?”
Su Mu responded, “There’s something I need your help with. If you’re busy, I can call you back later.”
Wen Wubin replied, “No problem, go ahead, what is it?”
“Here’s the thing,” Su Mu explained, “Teacher Yang Lin mentioned that after I succeed in foundation building, I should choose a spiritual practice instructor. I looked at the profiles of a few instructors on the school app, and they all seem quite good, so I’m really not sure who to pick. Could you give me some advice?”
Wen Wubin laughed and said, “Isn’t this a coincidence? We were just discussing the matter of your spiritual practice instructor. You called me, surely you’re looking for an instructor in Alchemical Pharmacology, right?”
“Uh, I’m actually more inclined towards instructors specializing in runic formation and Artifact Cultivation Major.”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, but Su Mu thought he heard someone laughing…
Was someone eavesdropping on the phone call?
“Look, you don’t need to worry about the spiritual practice instructor. We’ll arrange everything for you, just wait for the notification.”
With that, Wen Wubin hung up the phone.
The moment he put down the phone, his expression suddenly became serious and stern.
Glancing around at the few people nearby, he said in a chilling tone, “I don’t care, I’ve decided on Su Mu. None of you can compete with me for him!”