Chapter 8

Mosen was surprised, not because Molin knew more than he did. He had long known that his nephew was also well-versed in plants, just with a different focus compared to him, a gardener. The characteristics of the water lily indeed seemed more like something Molin would delve into.

He was surprised because he thought of the water lily, which was about to bloom, being stepped on by Lu Ping. Was this a coincidence? Or did Lu Ping already know that the blooming of the water lily would be a tragedy?

Looking at the flowers and plants around the water lily, which he had always cherished, Mosen couldn't help but ponder deeply.

Lu Ping had trampled many of his plants, and when Mosen was furious, Lu Ping had shamelessly said, "I only stepped on weeds."

Mosen had never paid attention to such explanations, but now he was thinking.

The memories were not particularly clear, but there were some that left an impression.

Wisteria, heartfruit, sky bamboo, flying grass...

These were the plants that left a deep impression on Mosen, which Lu Ping had trampled. At the time, Mosen was only heartbroken and angry. Now, upon careful reflection, these plants, though not weeds, did affect the growth of other plants to some extent, making them less harmonious.

Wisteria would climb other plants, possibly crushing them silently.

Heartfruit had sharp fruits that could easily pierce other plants when squeezed in the flower bed.

Sky bamboo had well-developed roots that could damage the roots of other plants underground.

As for flying grass, its growth did not affect other plants, but its mature leaves would scatter in the wind, growing into new flying grass, a reproduction method that was hard to control and could disrupt the plant arrangement in the flower bed.

All these plants had strong ornamental value, but their cultivation required special care. Could it be that Lu Ping's rough treatment was actually a way to manage their growth?

Standing in the flower bed, Mosen was lost in thought. This, his favorite flower bed, had a special vitality. Could all this be due to Lu Ping's secret assistance?

It was difficult for Mosen to accept this immediately. He couldn't reconcile the image of Lu Ping in his mind with the one he had just formed. The confusion and shock in his heart far exceeded the information Molin had given him in the early hours of the morning.

Molin!

Mosen suddenly came to his senses, but Molin was already gone.

"That kid!" Mosen was anxious. If what he had just thought was true, then his treatment of Lu Ping was completely wrong. This child was probably not the person everyone thought he was.

Where had he gone?

Mosen began to search, asking everyone he met. There were still many people who knew Lu Ping, and soon Mosen saw Lu Ping and Su Tang in the school canteen. But where was Molin?

Scanning the canteen, Mosen finally saw Molin in a very inconspicuous corner, holding a large pancake, tearing off pieces to eat, but his eyes were fixed on a direction where Lu Ping and Su Tang were chatting and eating breakfast.

Mosen quickly walked to Molin, who was already staring blankly.

"What did you do?" Mosen sensed something was wrong.

"I put poison in his porridge," Molin said.

"Didn't I tell you to stop this?" Mosen was anxious and was about to step forward.

"Don't worry," Molin held him back, "I used a small dose and have already prepared the antidote. But it seems the antidote is not needed now."

"What do you mean?"

"He ate it, but there was no reaction," Molin said, his eyes never leaving Lu Ping.

"What poison did you use?"

"Numbing."

Although Mosen did not specialize in this field, he had extensive knowledge of plants. Numbing was a common toxic plant with moderate toxicity, and he could prepare the antidote. Moreover, Molin had controlled the dose, which made him feel relieved.

But then he heard Molin mutter, "Even with a reduced dose, it should have been enough to kill three people. How did he have no reaction?"

"You controlled the dose like this!" Mosen almost jumped up. When he looked back, Lu Ping was just looking in their direction.

Mosen and Molin were both stunned. Lu Ping, however, just smiled, pointed to his empty bowl of porridge, and then left with Su Tang.

"What does this mean?" Mosen was still dazed, but Molin quickly rushed over, and Mosen followed closely.

Molin did not chase after Lu Ping but went to the spot where Lu Ping and Su Tang had been. He picked up the empty bowl and saw a little white broth left at the bottom.

Molin's expression changed. After a moment's thought, he took out a graduated pipette from a leather pouch sewn on the right side of his shirt.

He carefully sucked all the remaining white broth into the pipette, and the measurement was exactly 0.6 milliliters. Molin's expression became very serious. He solemnly took out the antidote he had prepared for Lu Ping, took one, and then dripped the 0.6 milliliters of liquid into his mouth.

Soon, his face showed signs of pain, and sweat quickly appeared on his forehead. The intense pain made it hard for him to stand, but in the midst of the pain, Molin's face showed intense concentration. He was carefully experiencing the sensation. The antidote he had taken quickly took effect, counteracting the pain until it was completely gone.

Molin's expression did not relax, however.

With the measurement and his personal experience, Molin was now 100% sure that the numbing poison he had put in the porridge was left untouched at the bottom of the bowl.

Mosen also realized what had happened. From Molin's final expression, he knew the result without asking.

"How is this possible? How did he do it?" Mosen said.

"I didn't see him make any move..." Molin said. From the moment Lu Ping picked up the bowl, he had not taken his eyes off him. He saw Lu Ping drink it all, seemingly unaware and without any detoxification measures.

But in the end, the poison was left untouched at the bottom of the bowl.

"Incredible..." The image of Lu Ping in Mosen's eyes was becoming increasingly unfamiliar.

"If this is true, then this is at least the ability of a Level 4 or higher Pivot Soul Connector," Molin said. His Pivot Soul was already at the sixth level, and he had considerable research in this area. However, perception and connection were two different realms. What Lu Ping had done was something even a sixth-level Pivot Soul Perceiver could not achieve, which could only be the ability of a Connector.

A Level 4 or higher Connector, Mosen's expression became even more vivid, as this meant that Lu Ping was a stronger existence than he was...

"I can't imagine it, I must find out," Molin said.

"What do you plan to do?" Mosen asked. From this moment on, his concern shifted from Lu Ping to his nephew.

"I want to join the Zhaofeng Academy and observe him up close," Molin said.

"Are you kidding me!" Mosen exclaimed. In just one day, the image of Lu Ping in his mind had changed several times, from a waste, to not so simple, to unbelievable, to incomprehensible, and now to mysterious and dangerous!

"Of course, I won't use this method again," Molin said. Twice, or maybe three times, he thought he was clever and infallible, but in the end, the other party easily resolved it.

Poison needle? Molin still didn't know where it went.

The sand pit created by the earthworm grass, a person could just step out of it.

Saying he held back, but the numbing poison that could kill three people, the person drank it without any reaction, leaving the poison in the bowl.

Saying it was resolved, Molin felt it was just flattering himself. What he thought was a killing move, the other person treated as nothing. If he still couldn't understand the huge gap in strength, he would be a complete fool.

Lu Ping's strength, how he got such strength, these things greatly interested Molin.

Zhaofeng Tower, sixth floor.

In the dean's office, which overlooked the entire academy, Dean Guo Youdao looked at the strange man in the straw hat.

"You want to join our Zhaofeng Academy?" It was not the enrollment period, and a regular student would have been dismissed long ago, without the need for the dean to personally receive them. But the person in front of him had a total of fourteen levels of Soul Power, with his Pivot Soul already at the sixth level. This level was far superior to many graduates of the Zhaofeng Academy, yet he said he wanted to join.

"Yes!" Molin clearly affirmed, his eyes showing genuine desire.

"For what?" Guo Youdao thought this person must have a special reason.

"To learn!" This was Molin's answer.

Silence.

A student with excellent potential would, of course, be welcomed by the academy. However, Molin's strength already exceeded what the Zhaofeng Academy could teach, much like a graduate from one of the four major academies coming to the Zhaofeng Academy for further study, though not to such an extreme extent.

"Which mentor do you want to follow?" Guo Youdao asked.

Molin's situation suggested only one possibility: he wanted to learn a specific ability, and this ability was possessed by a mentor at the Zhaofeng Academy.

"Mentor?" Molin was taken aback but quickly reacted, saying without hesitation, "Mosen."

Mosen? Inspection?

Guo Youdao was surprised. He thought Molin would want to learn the ability of a Pivot Soul Connector, but it turned out he was interested in Mosen, a Surge Soul Connector. Surge Soul, this guy was only at the second level, far from it!

But regardless, he had understood the other person's intention. For such a capable student, there was no reason to refuse, and even to make an exception during the non-enrollment period. The rules of the Zhaofeng Academy were always very flexible.

"I approve of your admission, to follow Teacher Mosen, who will personally guide you," Guo Youdao said.

"Thank you, can I also attend classes in different grades?" Molin asked.

"Of course, but do you really need to?"

"I think I do," Molin said seriously.

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