Damn Corpse King, don’t you dare fall into my hands!
Mu Chen gritted his teeth.
This class was exceptionally frustrating for Mu Chen.
After class, Xin Lin let Little Xinzhuo leave first, and she stayed behind obediently.
Mu Chen walked weakly up to Xin Lin, staring at her.
"Be honest, do you know sothing?"
"Master Mu, what are you talking about?"
Xin Lin blinked her innocent big eyes.
It had to be said, Xin Lin had a pair of deceptively big eyes, with clear distinction between the whites and blacks, a bit of puzzlent in their clarity, nothing about them looked deceitful.
"Forget it, I guess you don’t know. That damn Corpse King, may he fall into my hands."
Mu Chen cursed again fiercely.
"Master Mu, is there sothing you want with ?"
Xin Lin pretended not to hear.
Because she had clearly heard a disdainful snort from within her Sealing Spirit Talisman No.1.
"I heard your qualification for the practical class has been revoked. That bastard Master Fang is clearly picking a fight, suppressing my students. Anyway, that guy isn’t a great teacher, so it doesn’t matter."
Master Mu looked at Xin Lin again.
"Strangely enough, you clearly don’t have a Spirit Vein, yet you possess such a special Spirit Art. If I’m not mistaken, last ti you dealt with Tuoba using the Spirit Fog Technique, right? You’ve just learned it not long ago. Murong Ziyue must have given you that Spiritual Formula."
Mu Chen actually guessed the source of Xin Lin’s Spirit Art.
Xin Lin remained silent.
The Spiritual Formulas must belong to the Mu Family, and without family permission, passing the formulas privately is a serious cri.
Murong Ziyue was already having a hard ti within the family, and if it was leaked, it would only add insult to injury.
"It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it, I’m not planning to pursue her. That Spiritual Formula originally belonged to my Sixth Uncle, he was remarkable, it’s just a pity..."
A flicker passed through Mu Chen’s eyes, his words carried a hint of nostalgia.
Mu Chen didn’t like Murong Ziyue, but he was fond of his Sixth Uncle.
For the sake of his uncle, he decided not to hold anything against Murong Ziyue.
Besides, Murong Ziyue just gave the Spiritual Formula to Xin Lin.
She herself wasn’t a Spirit Master, so keeping the formula was useless for her, and Mu Chen himself, with his high cultivation, didn’t need such a formula.
"You should focus on your cultivation, especially that Mist Technique. If you can learn the later stages, you might have a chance to compete with those students from the Class A Academies."
Mu Chen left Xin Lin with the intention of letting her know that she would have to learn her practical classes on her own.
"Master Mu, speaking of cultivation, I just happened to have sothing to discuss with you, I want to take leave for a while."
Mu Chen’s words made Xin Lin even more determined about her decision to go to Qin Mountain for cultivation.
The people from Xingluo Academy were far stronger than Tuoba and those from the Martial Arts Academy whom she had encountered before.
"Another leave? Xin Lin, you’re taking leave so frequently, I would suspect you’re up to sothing shady."
Master Mu looked suspiciously at Xin Lin, scrutinizing her.
Though, each ti Master Mu wasn’t able to catch any evidence on Xin Lin.
He would sotis lurk outside Xin Lin’s little cabin, but he found nothing.
Other than the first few tis when she accidentally ran into the Corpse King, there was no more Ghost Energy on Xin Lin.
"Master Mu, you’re overthinking. My father has just recovered from a severe illness, I want to go to Qin Mountain to gather so herbs for his recovery."
Xin Lin found an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie—she indeed intended to find so dicinal herbs at Qin Mountain for her foolish father to strengthen his foundation and nourish the root.
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