Chapter 39

In the presence of everyone, the classroom door opened, and a tall, slender man appeared at the entrance, reaching out as if to push the door open.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a head of hair that stood up wildly, a hairstyle that was considered top-notch even among the most extreme styles.

He had heavy, dark panda eyes, which seemed to be called a smoky eye look? It was very popular many years ago, and a famous international female celebrity once had this iconic makeup.

Everyone in the classroom stared at the man, not blinking.

Suddenly, under the spotlight, the man scratched his head awkwardly and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your class."

"Who are you?" Professor Smith's chalk snapped in his hand. The professor was now very angry, and the consequences would be severe!

"Yángmáo?" The tall, slender man waved his hand, "Step aside for a moment. I just need to find someone and leave. I won't disturb you for long."

The veins on Professor Smith's forehead bulged, and he was about to give this tall, slender man a taste of his wrath.

But as the tall, slender man waved his hand, Smith suddenly found himself unable to move, as if he were frozen in place. Not only could he not move, but his mouth and tongue were also immobilized. Even his eyeballs couldn't move! In the end, even his thoughts began to freeze.

The tall, slender man then scanned the classroom, seemingly looking for someone.

All the students stared at him in shock.

Only Song Shuhang, who looked at the door lock that had exploded when the door was pushed, felt a sense of foreboding—someone who could push a door and cause the lock to explode was definitely not an ordinary person.

At the very least, it would take a cultivator who had taken a body-tempering liquid to do that.

Could this guy be the Medicine Master?

Shuhang immediately shook his head forcefully.

No way, it definitely couldn't be! The Medicine Master from the Nine Provinces Group, though he spoke little, was clearly a reliable senior. How could he possibly be this extreme hairstyle guy?

Unfortunately, life always brings what you fear the most.

"Little friend Song Shuhang, come out quickly, I'm the Medicine Master!" The tall, slender man fixed his gaze on Shuhang, laughed loudly, and waved his hand vigorously.

Instantly, all the students stared at Song Shuhang.

Those gazes were so sharp and complex...

Song Shuhang covered his face with one hand—this life, it's impossible to live.

Also, why didn't the Medicine Master call to let him know he was here? Could he use some kind of magic to locate his position?

Song Shuhang finally mustered the courage to approach.

"Teacher, I need to take a leave for two classes," Shuhang said to Professor Smith, somewhat embarrassed.

Professor Smith didn't even blink; his consciousness was frozen. When he came to, he would only think he had been in a daze... and wouldn't even notice that a student had left right in front of him.

"Stop talking so much, come with me quickly," the Medicine Master dragged Shuhang away.

"Tu Bo, help me pack my textbooks," Shuhang shouted to Tu Bo one last time before being dragged away by the Medicine Master.

At the back of the classroom, Tu Bo was puzzled, "Is he another delivery guy?"

"Doesn't seem like it," Gao Moumou pushed his glasses, "Come to think of it, the last one didn't seem like a delivery guy either."

On the way, Shuhang asked, "Senior Medicine Master, how did you find me?"

"Through the phone's location function. As long as I input your phone number, I can locate where you are. Then, by looking at who in the classroom has undergone body-tempering, I can identify you. After taking the body-tempering medicine, the difference between you and ordinary people is very obvious," the Medicine Master said proudly.

Shuhang's imagination was shattered again. It was just the phone's location function, not some magical way of finding him from a distance?

But, to use the phone's location function, wouldn't he need to agree to it on his phone first? Could the Medicine Master be a high-level hacker who could crack his phone and force the location?

Shuhang: "By the way, I didn't expect you, Senior Medicine Master, to be so trendy."

"Trendy? What do you mean?" The Medicine Master looked puzzled.

"Like your wild hairstyle?" Shuhang asked.

"Oh, you mean this. Actually, this is because I flew directly from Hainan Province to Jiangnan District yesterday, crossing two provinces. The wind at high altitudes was quite strong, and my hair was blown into this shape," the Medicine Master said with an embarrassed smile.

"..." Shuhang was silent for a moment, then asked, not giving up, "What about the smoky eye makeup?"

"Smoky eye makeup? Oh, I know, my disciple often mentions it. It's the makeup style of a young celebrity named Avril, right? But this isn't smoky eye makeup; it's just ordinary dark circles. As a potion master, we often have to stay up late to refine pills, sometimes for weeks without eating, drinking, or sleeping. Over time, the dark circles formed. Since I still often refine for days at a time, the dark circles haven't faded. Perhaps they will disappear when I break through to a higher realm," the Medicine Master laughed heartily.

Shuhang felt a million horses galloping in his heart.

Compared to the sparing words in the group, the real-life Medicine Master was quite talkative and loved to laugh heartily, completely shattering his image.

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In the boys' dormitory.

"This is where you live? Where's the alchemy room?" the Medicine Master asked.

"The alchemy room... this is it, sort of," Shuhang pointed to the kitchen.

"Isn't this the kitchen?" The Medicine Master rubbed his forehead, "That's right, you said you used an induction cooker and a hot pot to refine the body-tempering liquid, so it can only be in the kitchen."

The kitchen, sigh. The Medicine Master suddenly felt very melancholic and sighed deeply.

But he quickly perked up.

"Little friend Shuhang, can you refine the body-tempering liquid again so I can observe?" the Medicine Master asked.

When he simulated the process of refining the body-tempering liquid based on Shuhang's description yesterday, he unexpectedly discovered some interesting points.

However, simulation is just a simulation, and there are many oversights. So he wanted to see Shuhang refine the liquid in person to confirm some details.

"Right now?" Shuhang looked at the time; the third class was already halfway through, and it was already past 9:30.

"Is there a problem?" The Medicine Master asked, puzzled.

"There's not enough time. In about an hour and a half, the morning classes will end, and then it will be lunchtime," Shuhang explained.

"Oh, I almost forgot, ordinary people need to eat. It's such a hassle; for cultivators, a single pill can solve these trivial matters," the Medicine Master muttered. After a moment, he asked, "So, little friend Shuhang, do you have time in the afternoon? We can try refining the body-tempering liquid together in the afternoon?"

"In the afternoon... I have classes," Shuhang said—though he could take a leave, and he even had a leave note prepared.

"Classes? I almost forgot you're a student. Then, who is your teacher for the afternoon classes?" The Medicine Master asked naturally.

This question made Shuhang very uneasy!

"Senior, to be frank, though I believe you are an upright person, I still want to ask: are you planning to send my afternoon teacher to the hospital?" Shuhang asked seriously—the tragedy caused by Soft Feather was still fresh in his mind.

"Ahaha, you thought of that too? It's a great idea, isn't it? If I send your teacher to the hospital, you'll have free time in the afternoon. Don't worry, I can control it well; I'll just break a leg," the Medicine Master said matter-of-factly.

Sending someone's teacher to the hospital by breaking their leg without a change in expression—this is the fine tradition of the Nine Provinces Group, right?