Seeking Mercy from Senior

Seeking Mercy from Senior

With all eyes on him, the classroom door opened, and a tall, lanky man appeared in the doorway, one hand still holding it as though he had just pushed it open.

The man stood over 1.8 meters tall. His long hair stood straight up in an explosive mass—a hairstyle that would have been considered top-tier even among the most extreme styles.

His eyes were surrounded by thick, pitch-black circles. Was that what they called smoky eye makeup? It had been popular many years ago. Back then, a beautiful world-famous female celebrity had been known for her signature smoky eyes.

Everyone in the classroom stared at the man without blinking.

Suddenly finding himself the center of attention, the lanky man awkwardly scratched his head and said with a smile, "You're in the middle of class? Sorry, I disturbed you."

"Who are you?" The chalk in Professor Smith's hand snapped in two. The professor was very angry now, and the consequences were severe!

"No problem, no problem," the lanky man waved his hand. "I'm just looking for someone and then I'll leave. I won't bother you for long."

The veins on Professor Smith's forehead bulged, and he prepared to teach this lanky man a lesson.

But when the lanky man waved his hand, Smith suddenly discovered that he could no longer move. His entire body seemed to have been fixed in place. Not only could he not move, even his mouth and tongue were immobilized. He could not even move his eyeballs! In the end, even his thoughts began to solidify.

The lanky man then swept his gaze around the classroom, seemingly looking for someone.

All the students stared at him, dumbfounded.

Only Song Shuhang was different. He looked at the lock on the door, which had burst apart when it had been "pushed open," and a bad premonition welled up inside him. Someone who could blow a door lock apart with a gentle push was definitely not an ordinary person, right?

At the very least, it would take a cultivator who had consumed Body Tempering Liquid to accomplish that.

Could this guy be Medicine Master?

Shuhang immediately shook his head hard.

No, that's impossible. It definitely is! Medicine Master of the Nine Provinces Group might not say much, but it was obvious that he was a reliable senior. How could he possibly be this bizarrely styled man?

Unfortunately, life always sent whatever one feared most straight to one's door.

"Little friend Song Shuhang, come out quickly. I'm Medicine Master!" The lanky man fixed his gaze on Shuhang, then laughed loudly as he waved enthusiastically.

In an instant, all the students turned their eyes toward Song Shuhang.

Those gazes were so sharp and complicated...

Song Shuhang covered his face with one hand. I can't live like this anymore.

And besides, why did Medicine Master know I was here without even calling me? Could he use some kind of spell to locate me?

In the end, Song Shuhang still shamelessly walked over.

"Teacher, I'm taking two classes off, okay?" Song Shuhang said awkwardly to Professor Smith.

Professor Smith did not even blink. His consciousness was currently frozen as well. When he recovered later, he would simply think he had spaced out for a moment... He would not even notice that one of his students had left right in front of him.

"Why are you talking so much? Come on, let's go." Medicine Master hauled Song Shuhang up.

"Tubo, help me pack up my textbooks!" Song Shuhang shouted to Tubo as he was dragged away by Medicine Master.

At the back of the classroom, Tubo asked doubtfully, "Could he be another courier?"

"Doesn't look like it." Gao Moumou pushed up his glasses. "Come to think of it, the previous one didn't look like a courier either."

On the way, Song Shuhang asked, "Senior Medicine Master, how did you find me?"

"Your phone's location function. As long as I entered your phone number, I could locate you. Then I only had to check which person in the classroom had experienced 'body tempering' to know which one was you. After consuming Body Tempering medicine, the difference between you and ordinary people is very obvious." Medicine Master looked extremely pleased with himself.

The fantasy in Song Shuhang's heart shattered once again. So it had been the phone's location function, not Medicine Master searching for him from a thousand miles away with a spell?

But wait, didn't locating someone through their phone require them to agree and confirm it on their own phone first? Only then could the other party locate them. Could Medicine Master also be some kind of elite hacker, capable of cracking his phone's programs and forcibly locating him?

Song Shuhang said, "Speaking of which, I didn't expect Senior Medicine Master to dress so fashionably."

"Fashionable? Which part are you referring to?" Medicine Master asked, puzzled.

"For example, that explosive hairstyle of yours?" Song Shuhang said.

"Oh, you mean this? It's actually because I flew directly from North Sea Province to the Jiangnan Region on my sword yesterday, crossing two provinces. The wind was stronger at high altitude, so my hair got blown into this." Medicine Master smiled awkwardly.

"..." Song Shuhang was silent for a moment before asking, unwilling to give up, "Then what about your smoky eye makeup, Senior?"

"Smoky eye makeup? Oh, oh, I know what that is. My disciple often mentioned it to me. It's the sort of makeup worn by a young celebrity named Avril, right? But this isn't smoky eye makeup. These are merely ordinary dark circles. As alchemists, we often stay up late refining pills, sometimes going several weeks without eating, drinking, or sleeping. Over time, we develop dark circles. Since I still often spend more than ten days at a time refining pills, these dark circles haven't faded. Perhaps they'll disappear once I break through to the next realm." Medicine Master burst into hearty laughter.

Song Shuhang felt as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping wildly through his heart.

Compared to his image in the group, where he had been stingy with every word, Medicine Master in reality was incredibly talkative. He also loved roaring with laughter and was extremely carefree. His entire image had collapsed.

The boys' dormitory.

"So this is where you live? Where's the alchemy room?" Medicine Master asked.

"Alchemy room... I suppose this counts." Song Shuhang pointed toward the kitchen.

"Isn't this the kitchen?" Medicine Master rubbed his brows. "That's right. You said you used an induction cooker and a hot pot to refine Body Tempering Liquid, so the kitchen is the only possible place."

The kitchen, huh? Sigh. Medicine Master suddenly felt terribly melancholy and could not help letting out a deep sigh.

But he quickly pulled himself together.

"Little friend Shuhang, can you refine Body Tempering Liquid once more and let me observe?" Medicine Master asked.

Yesterday, when he had reconstructed the process Song Shuhang had described through simulated alchemy, he had unexpectedly discovered some interesting details.

However, simulated alchemy was ultimately only a simulation and contained many possible oversights. Therefore, he still wanted to watch Shuhang refine Body Tempering Liquid with his own eyes so he could confirm certain details.

"Now?" Song Shuhang looked at the time. The third class was already halfway over, and it was past nine-thirty.

"Is there a problem?" Medicine Master asked, puzzled.

"We're a little short on time. In another hour and a half, morning classes will end, and then it'll be lunchtime." Song Shuhang explained.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Ordinary people need to eat. What a hassle. Cultivators can solve these trivial problems by casually swallowing a pill." Medicine Master muttered. After a moment, he asked again, "Then do you have time in the afternoon, little friend Shuhang? Shall we refine Body Tempering Liquid together?"

"In the afternoon... I have classes." Song Shuhang said it, though he could take the afternoon off—and he had even prepared the leave slip.

"Classes? I almost forgot that you're a student. Then who's teaching your afternoon class?" Medicine Master asked naturally.

That question made him feel terribly uneasy!

"Senior, forgive me for speaking frankly. Although I believe you're an upright person, I still have to ask: Senior, you aren't planning to send my afternoon teacher to the hospital, are you?" Song Shuhang asked seriously. The tragedy Soft Feather had caused seemed to have happened only yesterday! No, it had really been the day before yesterday.

"Ahaha, you thought of that idea too? It's a great plan, isn't it? As long as we send your teacher to the hospital, you'll be free in the afternoon, won't you? Don't worry, I can control the force. I'll only injure his leg."

Medicine Master said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Sending someone's teacher to the hospital without even changing his expression—our teacher would cry, wouldn't he? Please, Senior, show mercy!