Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1608: Chapter 1603: Shadows Across Dimensions

Indeed, the sword Fu Qian just demonstrated, whether in terms of props or actions, was entirely drawn from the experiences in the Reminiscence Record, created by Mr. Li He after a profound awakening from the loss of his beloved.

Even the preceding lines were plagiarized.

And this was precisely Fu Qian’s purpose in this challenge.

From the summary of that mission, it was clear that apart from himself, the other survivors who finally found relief had no clear memory of the experiences in the Reminiscence Record.

This means that the shocking sword of Mr. Li Sr. was most likely destined to be buried in those unformed memories.

As an academic worker, such a waste of intellectual wealth is undoubtedly quite regrettable.

When the timing is appropriate, continuing the legacy is just a matter of lifting a finger.

And Brother Weixuan before him was undeniably the right candidate.

At the peak of the Fourth Phase, just a step away from Demigod, his mind was steadfast and undeterred by illusions—even being the bloodline successor of the old master.

Thus, taking advantage of this opportunity, Fu Qian resolutely chose to recreate that sword to the greatest extent through the Clear Dream Ring.

If this promising candidate for the headmaster could gain some insight and benefit from it, it would be a fortune for the Academy.

By then, old hands like Cass and himself could more comfortably live as carefree wanderers.

In fact, it appears that this person truly gained something.

As the dream faded, Fu Qian, whose posture hadn’t changed, observed Li Weixuan, who exhibited the same performance, with a look of gratification.

"Exhilarating—"

Then, without bothering to say another word, with a laugh to the heavens, Fu Qian already turned to leave, not taking a single cloud with him.

...

So, what was so exhilarating exactly!

The uninhibited aura of a Demigod has undeniably strong infectivity.

For a moment, the audience automatically parted to make way, each seeming to feel that free-spiritedness, stirring emotions within them.

However, no matter how idealistic the feeling, reality cannot be denied.

The posture was indeed impressive, and the momentum impeccable, but have you forgotten something?

For this highly anticipated instruction to end in such a world-line-leaping manner was unacceptable for most of the audience.

Most crucially, the newly promoted Demigod from Heaven’s Commencement Institute unexpectedly seemed genuinely content and left as if he had found fulfillment.

For a moment, on White Rock Plateau, the air of disappointment was almost thick enough to form a domain.

This...

And as the origin of the event in a certain sense, Professor Chang Mo of the Swordsmanship Department, naturally could not truly regard what had just happened as a farce.

Especially noticing Ji Liushuang contemplating with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, this feeling became even more steadfast.

This "Research Assistant" obviously had deep insight into the new Demigod from Heaven’s Commencement Institute, surely something beyond perception happened just now.

"Dean..."

However, she didn’t force her beloved student to explain but instead took two steps forward and softly called out to one of the individuals involved.

Hoo—

Simultaneously, Li Weixuan seemed to have finally awakened from a certain immersion and let out a long breath.

"Truly exhilarating... Professor Fu is indeed extraordinary!"

He glanced at Chang Mo, his first words declaring the result of their exchange.

...

Even you...

The Dean’s recognition of that person was not surprising to Chang Mo.

But this yet another exhilarating comment made her a bit unable to hold her composure.

Of course, she had no idea that the real surprise was yet to come.

"Today’s battle has taught me a lot as well."

Without waiting for her to respond, Li Weixuan even learned the posture of gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

"If there is feedback from the Night Watchman again, you are to handle it temporarily."

Ah?

Realizing he might have to deal with that Demigod Fu, Chang Mo subtly resisted yet suddenly her eyes brightened, as if understanding something.

"I want to be in seclusion for a while."

Slightly nodding, Li Weixuan confirmed what she suspected in her heart.

"Alright."

Without any hesitation, Chang Mo readily agreed.

Could it be that the Dean is touching upon the opportunity for advancement? Influenced by that Professor Fu?

Of course, this didn’t stop the tumult inside her heart.

In that unperceived realm, not only did he truly exhibit Sword Intent, he even enlightened the Dean of the Swordsmanship Department?

This was incredibly unbelievable, although undeniably a perfect outcome.

...

What was done was merely done on a whim; Fu Qian didn’t even bother to follow up on the result behind him.

Now that things here had concluded, he proceeded leisurely all the way back to his own laboratory.

Do you not see, the old masters always touch upon the essentials and leave the rest to fate?

Moreover, the four branches of the Academy were interconnected, and the research assistant he valued highly was from the Swordsmanship Department; even if there were truly benefits, they didn’t need to express gratitude.

Compared to these formalities, better to cherish the remaining time at the Academy, snatching idle moments—though it seems there are none left.

From afar, observing the figure standing in front of his laboratory, back against him, Fu Qian continued without interruption, free of dissatisfaction.

Though this scene seemed familiar, for him, it was still clear at a glance that it was far from the same as Jia Ke, who had once waited here.

Perhaps one could say elegant, yet compared with this tall and graceful silhouette with a water-like aura, it was evidently too distinguishable.

Black and white robes, rimless glasses, fine hair coiled atop—who else could it be but Mentor Lisa?

Under the planner’s arrangement, responsible for Lisa’s arm recovery project, her sudden appearance here could only mean one thing.

"So soon?"

Feeling the keen perception of the person ahead, having already turned to stare here.

However, faced with Fu Qian’s cordial inquiry, Lisa’s expression was not very pleasant and offered no response.

"Where have you been? You even went out of your way to activate the protections?"

"Do you really think someone would go inside to steal something? Does it serve any purpose other than blocking me out?"

It turns out her dissatisfaction wasn’t due to Fu Qian leaving her empty-handed, but rather having to wait outside.

"For your own good, I just installed some valuable furniture."

However, to this complaint full of resentment, Fu Qian casually admitted.

"...Seriously worried I would steal something? Are you sure I need it?"

This resulted in the proposer, Professor Lisa herself, gaping in surprise.

Of course, you don’t need it, having been to your lab before, it’s practically the opposite of mine.

"I only worry it might discomfort you."

Gently shaking his head, Fu Qian casually opened the door, inviting this meritorious figure inside.

This...

In the next moment, with a frown, Professor Lisa, who was ready to retort him, suddenly had her gaze fixed on a certain elegantly styled armchair.

See, I told you.