"Master Fuli, rest assured! You're practically an authority in this field. If you dare to speak, they dare to believe!"
Professor Huang, upon seeing Master Fuli, wore an expression as if he'd seen a ghost, and with an odd look, started explaining.
In medicine and chemistry, Master Fuli might not be considered an expert, but in classical mechanics and human-natural environment studies, anything he dared to utter, even if it was just a fart, scholars would spend two days studying its microbial composition.
No doubt, these are genuine achievements laying the foundation for Master Fuli's authority in this area.
"Alright then! I'll find some time tonight to go over and tell half an hour's worth of fantasy stories..."
Ansheng thought about it and realized that there was nothing really keeping him busy tonight, so he agreed to go brag a little.
What if the Spirit Beast is not convinced?
If such a situation arises, in Ansheng's own experience, it typically results from the Spirit Beast being unhappy.
What good is mobbing me with weapons? If you have guts, come out and fight me one-on-one, hit me over the head. If you can punch me over and make me submit, only then will I respect you.
Otherwise, this territory is mine, don't come at me with your nonsense, come in and fight me one-on-one!
Of course.
There are rowdy ruffians like Right Hand, which indeed need their heads bashed in before reasoning with them.
"Huhu... became a lecturer?"
As she watched Professor Huang's figure disappear, Ah Qing glanced at Huhu on her shoulder with a bewildered face and asked.
"Yes..."
Ansheng looked at Ah Qing and let out a chuckling sound, "Remember to collect the fee later. With my position, serving as a university lecturer for one class hour, the after-tax earnings should be about a thousand bucks, five hundred for half an hour."
"Is it... really that impressive?" Ah Qing looked at the little fox with a face full of astonishment.
"Naturally, only high and not low..." Ansheng proudly raised his head, though remembering something, his expression turned displeased.
Talking about lecturer fees, Ansheng recalled some past events.
Whenever those dubious colleges were short on cash, they'd organize some kind of lecture, have students fundraise to hire various shady experts, and lull the students to sleep with so-called wisdom songs.
The lectures went on and on, and after a semester, the principal's old Mercedes had already turned into a Bentley Continental.
Money isn't what's important; it's that Ansheng always had a small regret in his heart.
Back when he graduated, he forgot to pocket the tire valves from the principal's luxury cars.
....
After dining in the cafeteria, preparing to return to the dormitory and rest while waiting for the afternoon lecture, Ansheng casually brought up the Wish Power details he earned in the morning.
[The foreign demon was defeated by Master Fuli, though it saved its own life, it's willing to contribute its meager efforts to the construction of harmony between human and nature. But the hardships of life, the burdens of daily necessities, shattered its demon pride. Now, it just wants to finish its sentence and return home to its mother's embrace...]
[Wish Power +3]
"......"
Lying on the bunk, Ansheng almost couldn't hold it together after seeing the detailed page of the wish list in his mind.
The First Epoch Life is famous for its resilience, even touching the threshold of [pseudo-immortal and indestructible].
Yet, the pressure from life's daily necessities drove Right Hand into depression, finally willing to bow its proud head and reach reconciliation with Lu Tiannan.
Henceforth, anything involving social relationships and human urban events, Right Hand will listen to Lu Tiannan.
In exchange, matters concerning Spiritual Particles, Lu Tiannan has to refer to Right Hand's opinions.
Right Hand is aiming to hit its KPI, trying to suppress the Shark Shark.
The foreign demon returning from the cosmic starry skies, after idling away several centuries, finally experienced the concept of "competition."
Hence, Ansheng almost couldn't hold his expression together upon seeing this.
"Having tasted the hardships of daily necessities, now, starting to wish to return to 'perfection,' beaten into a salted fish..."
"Old Lu is treating Right Hand like an alien." Ansheng uttered with a face full of wonder, closing the wish list in his mind, and with a swipe of his hand switched the video playing on the phone from handsome men to beautiful women.
"Xiaolan, someone is looking for you at the door..."
Ah Qing heard a knock on the door, walked to the dorm entrance, opened the door, saw Ba Mountain Mosquito at the doorway, and turned towards the little fox nestled in bed.
"Huh? How did you come over here..."
Ansheng saw Ba Mountain Mosquito and turned around, looking at it somewhat puzzingly.
Although Ba Mountain Mosquito seemed quite idle, it was actually quite busy every day.
Firstly, it had to care for the babies, teaching the Treasure Tree lineage spirit beasts how to adapt to human urban lifestyles, and secondly, it managed Master Fuli's overseas accounts, facing off with various rebellious figures.
"There's new information, which I consider very important." Ba Mountain Mosquito ran to the bedside, stood on tiptoe, and raised the phone screen to show Master Fuli.
On the screen, displayed was the Weixin interface.
Earl: [Dear Fox Immortal friend, it's been some time since we parted at the cathedral. I may seem presumptuous suddenly sending you a message, but I have a question that requires the wisdom of the Fox Immortal to solve.]
The second message was a video, Ansheng raised his hand and clicked on the video.
The video captured a small town covered in yellow earth, filled with clusters of low buildings.
The recorder breathed heavily, hiding indoors, secretly filming a mysterious ritual.
A silver-white hippopotamus was dead, natives used bone knives to tear open its skin, releasing the spirit beast's blood, and within a moment, black spots appeared in the blood and spread over the spirit beast's body.
A black plant grew out, natives plucked the plant and fed it to a dying patient.
The video ended here, clearly someone deliberately cut off the subsequent footage.
Ansheng frowned, manipulating the screen, returning to the Weixin interface to look at other messages sent by the Earl.
Earl: [This is a video I stole, but since the latter part is cut, I'm not sure what's in the back half...]
Earl: [However, I know one thing, the twenty-member squad of the Imperial Knight Order is all dead, the video was transmitted back via the cloud server.]
Earl: [Oh, forgot to mention, the organization known as the Imperial Knight Order is actually the damned Mayflower aristocrats currently walking the secular world under this alias. After all, they initiated countless genocides and bore a notorious reputation...]
"Black mold stains..."
"Typical Second Epoch artifacts, though there's some variation in appearance, they seem darker, almost leaning towards deep purple..."
Ansheng showed a contemplative expression, typed out a line of text on the screen responding to the Earl.
White Little Evil Door God: [Regarding the specifics, I already have some guesses and judgments from the video, but it's a long story, I'm too lazy to explain. If you're there, just flee immediately to find Old Lin.]
[If you're not there, don't worry too much, the other side won't be jumping up to hit your knee.]
After Ansheng's message was sent, the Earl responded within seconds: [???]
[Oh no, my friend, I understand your reluctance to type, but we can do voice calls. Your loyal follower [I] is right on the scene...]
Ansheng: "......"
The way you highlight 'I', why frame it, as if presenting it importantly to me to see.