Lu Yuan's cultivation was too high.
So when he entered Canaan Academy, Su Qian, the Qian Bai Elders, Hu Qian, and many other experts who relied on sensing auras to detect invading enemies did not notice Lu Yuan's silent arrival at all.
Only a few fellow students his age whom he happened to encounter on the way to the Inner Academy, people who had met him once before, noticed him.
However, Lu Yuan stood at far too high a level. Three years ago, he had openly been a Dou Emperor; three years later, no one knew what realm he had reached. Those students from the same cohort feared they had mistaken someone else for him. By the time they rubbed their eyes and looked again, Lu Yuan had already vanished into the sea of people gathered for the new students' opening term. In the end, the matter could only be left unresolved.
But for those students who had become suspicious—
Once the seed of doubt had been planted, all that remained was for it to take root and sprout. The only difference was how long it took. Sooner or later, they would use the resources at their disposal to investigate. Though such an investigation was meaningless—even if they confirmed Lu Yuan had returned, people at their level would have difficulty meeting him, or even catching sight of him—every powerhouse was destined to draw attention. Even if only out of curiosity, countless cultivators would be willing to spend some of their resources to uncover the truth.
Of course.
To Lu Yuan, these were clearly trivial matters.
If his former self still cared about other people's gazes and opinions, then after his three transformations, he no longer cared in the slightest. It was like the scholars and poets of ancient times: a