How Could My Little Junior, a Heaven-Sent Genius, Be Left to Study in the Outer Court?

How Could My Little Junior, a Heaven-Sent Genius, Be Left to Study in the Outer Court?

"You're the vice dean of the Soul Tool Department. Even you don't know about the Specially Selected Student? Has your Soul Tool Department never had a Specially Selected Student before?!"

Seeing Fan Yu's baffled expression, Zhou Yi was utterly shocked and hurriedly asked.

"Never. Shrek Academy has always aimed to cultivate monsters. Whoever is strong, whoever has talent, gets promoted. There's no such thing as a Specially Selected Student, and the higher-ups never said they wanted to cultivate one. What's going on?"

Fan Yu suddenly had a certain premonition.

For a moment, both Zhou Yi and Fan Yu became immensely curious about Su Qingfeng's identity.

"What's that Specially Selected Student called?" Fan Yu could not help asking.

"According to Du Weilun, the director of studies from the Martial Soul Department, his name should be Su Qingfeng."

Upon hearing that name, Fan Yu immediately understood. He broke into a smile and fiercely kissed Zhou Yi on the cheek.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me sooner? So he ran off to your Martial Soul Department's Outer Court. Dean Xian and I searched everywhere for him, but we couldn't find a single clue. Yan Shaozhe, so this is the game he's playing?"

Zhou Yi was completely dumbfounded, her gaze gradually turning blank. "You know him? He's connected to Dean Xian and Dean Yan too? What exactly is going on? Who is he?"

"Baby, I have to go find Dean Xian immediately. You have no idea how anxious she's been these past few days without being able to find him. She hasn't been eating or sleeping. I'll explain when I get back."

Fan Yu placed Zhou Yi on the sofa and got up, but Zhou Yi grabbed him and said coldly,

"No. You have to tell me right now. Otherwise, don't even think about getting into my bed ever again."

Fan Yu sighed and said helplessly, "All right, baby, stop making a fuss. I can't tell you his true identity yet. It's an Academy secret, so don't spread it around either. But I can tell you this: his status is extremely noble. He is one of the Academy's most important figures. Even though you're a teacher, it's best not to clash with him. We're husband and wife. I wouldn't harm you."

"Oh, and there's one more thing. Never take off his mask. Never look at his face. Otherwise, the consequences will be very serious for both of us!"

Fan Yu suddenly remembered something and sternly warned Zhou Yi.

He had attended that Sea God Pavilion Meeting and witnessed Su Qingfeng's looks and bearing firsthand. He had been utterly stunned.

He was certain that anyone would take a liking to that face, especially women. Some might even become obsessed with it!

After saying that, Fan Yu left the room and headed straight for the Soul Tool Campus to find Xian Lin'er.

Zhou Yi was left alone in the room, her thoughts in complete disarray. Those two remarks carried an enormous amount of information, battering her mind.

If even Fan Yu said that, just how high was Su Qingfeng's status? Even an ordinary Inner Court disciple should not be someone she could not afford to offend, right?

And why couldn't I see his face? Was his face terrifying? Did he have two huge pus-filled boils that would disgust people?

It would have been better if Fan Yu had said nothing. Zhou Yi's impression of Su Qingfeng had merely been that he was an arrogant, troublesome student.

But after Fan Yu's words, Zhou Yi's interest in Su Qingfeng had been completely stirred.

He was far too mysterious!

Meanwhile, under the night sky, Fan Yu quickened his pace, passed through the Martial Soul Department campus, and arrived at the rectangular gray Soul Tool Building.

He entered the Soul Tool Elevator and rode it to the top floor. Along the way, several Soul Tool Department students tried to enter as well, but he drove them off and pressed the door-close button.

The Soul Tool Department students were left bewildered and could not help wondering whether they had somehow offended Dean Fan Yu.

He Caitou scratched his head as well. "It's been a long time since I've seen Fan Yu in such a hurry. Did something urgent happen?"

Upon reaching the top floor, Fan Yu knocked on the door to the Dean's Office. Xian Lin'er's voice came from inside. "Come in."

"Fan Yu, didn't you just leave? Did Zhou Yi kick you out?"

Seeing that it was Fan Yu, Xian Lin'er teased him.

Fan Yu sat down at the tea table, poured himself a cup of water in a disposable paper cup, took a drink, and smiled.

"Dean, don't joke around. If I tell you this news, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"What news? I haven't been able to sleep for several nights already."

Xian Lin'er said helplessly, "I have no idea where Senior Brother arranged for the Saint Son to go. We searched all over Sea God Island, but we couldn't find him. What a waste of my Little Junior's talent. Those are Extreme attributes."

"The essence of a Soul Tool is to use the energy of mineral Soul Tool Material and activate it with Soul Power. When attributes match, the better one's control over the attribute and the higher the attribute quality, the less Soul Power is consumed to output the same amount of Soul Guidance power. Someone with Extreme attributes can be said to be the best possible activator for Soul Tools of their corresponding elemental attribute."

"My Little Junior is not only a genius of the Martial Soul Department, but a genius of our Soul Tool Department as well!"

Xian Lin'er sighed.

Of course, the important thing was that my Little Junior is truly handsome!

Who wouldn't want to personally teach an incomparably handsome young man how to cultivate?

"What a pity. Dean Yan would never simply hand the Saint Son over to us. Besides, the Saint Son is the Pavilion Master's disciple. Which path he takes must be decided by the Pavilion Master."

Fan Yu sighed.

"Not necessarily. Teacher dotes on Little Junior so much. As long as Little Junior is willing to learn about Soul Tools, he will definitely agree. So the main thing is to persuade Little Junior, but right now we can't find him at all."

"I haven't seen Little Junior for days now. I really do miss him. If I were only in my teens too, I'd cling to him every day just like Xiaotao does."

"Speaking of Xiaotao, she's been in a terrible mood these past few days too. She keeps pestering Senior Brother for Little Junior's whereabouts every day. Senior Brother must have gotten quite a headache from it..."

Xian Lin'er kept talking to herself. Su Qingfeng's disappearance had left no one knew how many people on Sea God Island distracted and unsettled.

"If that's the case, then I actually know where the Saint Son is."

At that moment, Fan Yu sat in his chair with one leg crossed over the other and spoke calmly.

"What do you know... What? You know Qingfeng's whereabouts?"

Xian Lin'er froze for a moment, then her eyes instantly lit up. She stopped what she was doing, hurried over to Fan Yu, and asked,

"How do you know? Where is he now?"

"Zhou Yi told me. No wonder we couldn't find him."

Fan Yu spread his hands. "A heaven-sent genius like the Saint Son—we always assumed the Pavilion Master would place him somewhere central, like Sea God Island. We never considered that the Saint Son's current level isn't high, and staying in the Inner Court or the Pavilion all the time would not be good for him."

Xian Lin'er understood immediately after hearing that.

"Little Junior is in the Outer Court right now?"

"Teacher and Eldest Senior Brother actually placed Little Junior in the Outer Court. That really is beyond expectations. With Little Junior's talent, how could he be trained alongside all those utterly ordinary Outer Court disciples? Teacher really is... sometimes he can be so muddle-headed!"

"No, I have to go find Little Junior!"

"Ah-choo!"

At that moment, Mu En, who was lying in a recliner before the freshman teaching building, suddenly sneezed loudly. He looked around behind him.

Who's cursing this old man?