Qi Acao said with little interest.
The old sect leader smiled silently upon hearing this.
Qi Minghuan, however, became anxious upon hearing this.
"Stop teasing and tell us already!
The information we’ve gathered is of little use. This guy named Baishishu seems to be a genius at collecting intelligence. I even suspect he has mind reading abilities. How else could he gather so many secret details?"
Qi Minghuan said impatiently, repeatedly slapping the table, nearly grabbing Qi Acao’s phone to see for himself.
Qi Acao chuckled and looked at Qi Minghuan oddly.
This guy just claimed he wasn’t interested, but now he’s more agitated than me. Who’s the real hypocrite here?
"Ranked first, the acknowledged Tianmen crasher Lin Beichen, whose identity is a mystery, age unknown, and cultivation even more so.
He appeared suddenly, displaying extraordinary abilities from the moment he arrived. Every field he touched witnessed groundbreaking discoveries that shook the industry. Whether it’s cutting-edge technology, industrial advancements, or cultural sectors, everything he encountered seemed to come effortlessly to him!
Lin Beichen’s extraordinary cultivation was apparent early on, but it wasn’t until he entered Zhongcheng Hall that people truly started to take note.
He first killed Zhao Tianjie, then killed the third-ranked Qin Wenwu. A few days ago, I received the latest intel that the legendary assassin of the underground assassination realm, Death Cobra, also fell at his hands."
Qi Acao licked his lips as he spoke.
"Tianmen cultivation, unknown techniques, mastery of nature, ethereal like an immortal, inexplicable and unassailable! He’s hailed as the most unfathomable supreme expert in history, the strongest in Dragon Country, and the likeliest to reach the peak of the Mystic Sect!"
An eerie silence fell over the mountain, Tanghua.
Qi Minghuan’s face turned pale, his veins bulging, and despair surged in his eyes.
Could it be... there really is no hope for revenge?
In the golden autumn of September, students’ holidays had ended, and Huadu was teeming with scholars arriving for their studies.
Some came from miles away, while others traveled from foreign lands.
In this small school, countless scholars bore the hardship of their long years of cultivation.
Lin Beichen forbid anyone from escorting him. He retreated from the splendor, walking into the streets of Huadu like an ordinary person.
At this moment, he had shed the air and appearance of an exiled immortal, resembling an ordinary person.
The Withered and Flourishing body, capable of fully controlling Spiritual Qi.
When he used Spiritual Qi, he was like the Withered and Flourishing Immortal Venerable.
But Lin Beichen was born ordinary and preferred simplicity.
Outside the train station, the crowd was dense, filled with students, and various schools had sent buses early to welcome their pupils.
Lin Beichen stood among the crowd, looking around, searching for the Huadu University Foreign Affairs College sign.
"Student, are you also a freshman at Huadu University? Do you need my help?"
A tall student approached with a smile on his face.
"I’m looking for the Huadu University Foreign Affairs College."
Lin Beichen said lightly.
"Foreign Affairs College, are you a guest student?"
The man’s attitude flipped 180 degrees, lazily pointing to the side.
"The Foreign Affairs College isn’t here; try over there. If you’re lucky, you might find a bus."
Despite being under Huadu University, the environment of the Foreign Affairs College was entirely different.
Students admitted to Huadu University were outstanding or from affluent families, all considered elite among students.
But the Foreign Affairs College was different; its students didn’t need to pass exams or meet specific admission criteria.
Everyone knew most students at the Foreign Affairs College came from wealthy families.
Unable to perform academically, they secured degrees through hefty donations to the school, adding prestige to their children’s reputation.
The enrollment buses for the Foreign Affairs College reflected this.
Other schools’ buses varied in age, while the enrollment buses for the Foreign Affairs College were lavishly decorated, flaunting their wealth.
"Seriously, does our school need that bit of tuition? Why allow these useless students into Huadu University? It’s embarrassing."
"Say less. These people will be the school’s patrons for the next few years, funding and spending beyond measure. As long as they’re in school, Huadu University will find various reasons to ask for donations."
"You might not know, but these Foreign Affairs College students’ annual donations total ten billion! Our school’s yearly research funding is just fifty billion!
And with just a badge, it concretely benefits our research teams. If you were the principal, wouldn’t you want the same?"
Lin Beichen heard the muttering as he passed by.
He smiled bitterly.
The Imperial Capital University and Huadu University truly differ.
Imperial Capital University, one of Dragon Country’s twin stars, boasts annual research funding in the hundreds of billions, whereas Huadu University, despite its fame, is a regional institution that must partly fund itself despite sufficient research funding.
Huadu University is the best in Huadu and Jiangnan.
Nationally, it can’t rival the country’s top twin schools but ranks within the top ten.
However, the Huadu Foreign Affairs College is different.
The Foreign Affairs College, although issuing Huadu University diplomas and located close to it, operates on two separate systems.
Insiders know the Foreign Affairs College’s academic credentials lack substance, with the sole benefit being the chance to audit Huadu University’s standard courses.
Lin Beichen chose Huadu over returning to the Imperial Capital partly because he’d completed its courses early and didn’t want his troubles to affect the Imperial Capital University.
Despite being the capital with traditional Northern forces, his troubles there were confined to that region.
Huadu University lies in the South, home to historically strong Jiangnan forces, helping him avoid Northern issues.
Lin Beichen entered the Huadu Foreign Affairs College accidentally.
When discussing it with Zhao Weinan, they missed the optimal enrollment period. Not wanting to draw too much attention, Lin Beichen had Zhao Weinan purchase a spot at the Foreign Affairs College.
Life is long, but the university experience lasts a mere four years.
Excluding the thesis completion period, carefree university moments are just over two years.
Contrasted with life’s duration, these years are fleeting yet vivid, providing lifelong memories.
Jiangnan students’ atmosphere differed from the North; on the bus, they chattered fashionably.
As Lin Beichen boarded, they glanced at him but quickly lost interest.
He had no desire to converse. His aim in Jiangnan was tranquility for further cultivation.
The South’s suitable environment and anonymity outweighed remote mountains and forests.
The bus started, heading slowly towards Huadu University.
Lin Beichen sat by the window, contemplating the scenery outside.
"The Celestial Gate has opened, impacting the entire era. A time when everyone can become dragons has begun, and I must forge ahead, awaiting the rise of new-era talents."
"Though the Celestial Gate is open, few can sense Spiritual Qi. Only Death Gate Realm experts can use it freely. Peak experts can sense it yet are exploring their paths. Cultivators below peak level can’t even sense it."
"While the era progresses, someone must dare to experiment. Rather than forcing growth, I’ll observe changes calmly."
Lin Beichen gazed ahead thoughtfully, reflecting on Huadu’s boulevard.
After passing Huadu University, the bus didn’t stop but circled to a building at the university’s rear.