Chapter 7

This feeling must be remembered; it could make for a pretty awesome NPC. This level of good looks and popularity would definitely skyrocket. Indeed, the imagination of artists has its limits, while nature is the greatest creator.

However, a bulky figure soon appeared in front of him, blocking the view. Blocking the radiance of beauty is an extremely impolite act.

"You, step back. If you keep looking, I'll punch you to death!" A deep voice, filled with great dissatisfaction, snapped Old Wang out of his reverie.

The uniform of the Holy Hall could hardly contain his physique. Standing at around 1.9 meters tall, he was a bit taller than Wang Feng. However, his bulging muscles and overwhelming strength strained the fabric, and his uncontainable fierce soul warned his opponent in every way.

Most of the Eightfold Assembly looked no different from humans, except for slightly sharper ears and better looks. These two should be the Mandala geniuses personally recruited by the principal.

The little girl curiously examined Wang Feng. Wang Feng helplessly shrugged and pointed to the curious little Gandharva girl, "What if she looks at me?"

"Then I'll punch you to death too!" the young man said straightforwardly.

Wang Feng rolled his eyes. He could tolerate the old witch like Kali, but he couldn't stand a child jumping out to pick a fight. Suddenly, he leaped to the right, "Look, I saw it!" Then he jumped to the left, "Ah, I saw it again. Come on, if you can punch me to death twice, I'll be a dog if you miss even once!"

The musical note, who was a bit worried, couldn't help but laugh, while Motong's nose was almost out of joint. He had seen people jump, but never like this. He raised his fist high, but the musical note quickly stopped him, "Motong, Motong, have you forgotten what the elder said? This is not Mandala!"

"This guy is provoking me. I want to fight... a life-or-death duel!" Motong's handsome face was twisted with frustration.

"Ah, I finally understand why the population of the Eightfold Assembly never grows." He glanced at Motong teasingly, who should be from the Mahoraga clan, a young bull with explosive strength.

In his design by Yu Jiutian, the Gandharva clan was full of art, romance, and kindness, making them the most suitable for a wife.

"You're still looking!" Motong was almost unable to contain his anger. He had never agreed to come to a human place. The Imperial Academy of Mandala was much better than this, and he disliked runes, those boring and stupid symbols that made him dizzy just looking at them.

Wang Feng smiled, teasing the straightforward boy, and winked at the little Gandharva girl. This was unbearable, and Motong immediately rushed over, lifting Wang Feng up. Just as he was about to punch Wang Feng in the face, footsteps were heard.

"If you don't put me down, the mentor will be here. One punch from you will reduce the Rune Academy by a third." Old Wang laughed lewdly.

If it were a beastman, he would have been intimidated, but Mahoraga had brains. As long as they could reason, Old Wang wasn't afraid.

Motong reluctantly threw the lecherous, weak human to the side, having heard the footsteps.

But he was glad to come as a companion. He knew humans were cunning, deceitful, and lustful, and he had to protect the musical note!

A middle-aged man in a rune master's robe walked in and smiled warmly at the three of them.

"Three junior brothers and sisters, welcome. I am your senior brother, Li Sitan. I am in charge of the welcoming this year. Really, very, very welcome. Our Rune Academy hasn't had new students for years." Li Sitan said with a sigh, looking at them with great satisfaction. Although divine souls were rare, there were still some every year. Unfortunately, divine souls were no longer keen on becoming rune masters, and the Judgment Holy Hall, which followed an elite path, was more attractive.

The musical note hesitated but raised her hand, "Senior brother, can I ask a question?"

Li Sitan smiled, "Just ask. Learning runes is different from other professions. The path is lonely, and you will need to help and support each other in the future."

"Senior brother, how old are you?"

"Me? Let me think. I completed the third-order rune at the age of forty-three and became a formal rune master. Five years later, I am now forty-eight." Li Sitan's face showed a rare hint of pride and satisfaction.

Old Wang was uneasy. At forty-eight, he looked like sixty-eight. Learning runes really took a toll. He would have to change the setting when he got back.

"Senior brother, does everyone take this long?" Motong couldn't help but ask, "Won't you be old by the time you just start learning?"

Motong was very respectful to the senior brother of the Rune Academy. The Eightfold Assembly always respected the strong, and they revered the runes that had transformed humans.

Li Sitan also smiled, "It varies from person to person. I am rather slow. I completed the first-order rune in three years, the second-order in ten years, and the third-order in twenty years. Rune knowledge is like a vast ocean, and time is meaningless in the face of knowledge." Li Sitan said with a sense of awe and respect.

Old Wang always admired those who were dedicated to research and knowledge. He knew he couldn't do it.

"Senior brother Li Sitan, you are too modest. You are the second most talented person in the history of the Rose Holy Hall after Principal Kali. It is a great honor to learn runes with you." The musical note said.

Li Sitan smiled, a hint of pride flashing across his face, but he clearly didn't care much about it. "You three should get to know each other. Being able to study runes and understand their mysteries together is a bond and a fortune. You have chosen the right profession."

"Wang Feng, nothing special. Thank you for transferring me to the Rune Academy. I will work hard and not let Principal Kali down." Wang Feng said seriously. In a strange place, the basic survival skill was to bluff.

Li Sitan nodded, "Wang Feng, the teacher specifically instructed me to be strict with you. After so many years, this is the first time I've seen Teacher Hawklan take such a liking to someone. You might surpass me soon. If you have any questions during your studies, you can come to me."

...

Old Wang... trembled. Really, he could hear the sincerity in the other's voice. Was his acting that good?

He just didn't know how "strict" the so-called "specific instructions" would be. Would there be props involved?

He couldn't call the police here either.

Motong and the musical note were quite surprised. This person didn't look like someone who needed special attention. Could it be that "you can't judge a book by its cover" as humans often say?

(Thank you to "美的不只是外表" for the 110,000 reward, achieving the Nine Heavens Alliance Lord status. Thank you to "玉者" and "咕嘟怪07" for the 100,000 rewards, achieving the Nine Heavens Alliance Lord status. Thank you, bosses, for your support.)

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