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Chapter 12 The Meeting of Xuanji

Father Moore stood in front of the lectern, and paused slightly when his gaze fell on Gu Shenyan.

The pause was very brief, lasting less than a second.

But Gu Shenyan keenly noticed it.

He felt a chill run down his spine. Had he been discovered?

Qian Baolin, who was not far away, took a deep breath and tried to appear calm.

But the excitement and agitation in his eyes were impossible to hide.

Li Wenyuan was the first to notice: "Brother Baolin, you...you wouldn't...?"

"I……"

Qian Baolin could no longer hold back and suddenly stood up:

"I feel it! I see the spiritual energy!"

The classroom erupted in chaos.

"What?!"

"Brother Baolin succeeded?"

"Really?"

Everyone crowded around, asking questions all at once.

"Brother Baolin, tell me quickly, how does it feel!"

"You really saw the spiritual energy?"

"My God, that's so fast!"

Qian Baolin stood tall and proud, enjoying the envious glances from the crowd.

He cleared his throat, pretending to be nonchalant:

"It's nothing... I was just meditating when I suddenly saw many tiny specks of light in the air."

"There are yellow, blue, red, cyan..."

"They are floating and moving."

"That feeling is really... indescribable."

As he said this, his whole body trembled with excitement:

"It's like... opening the door to a new world."

The students listened intently, their eyes filled with envy.

Father Moore walked up to Qian Baolin and observed him carefully.

"The description is very accurate."

He nodded and affirmed:

"Congratulations, Qian Baolin, you have successfully sensed the spiritual essence."

"real?!"

Qian Baolin was so excited that his face turned red:

"Father, I...I've really mastered it?"

"Yes."

Father Moore patted him on the shoulder:

"However, getting started is only the first step."

"The cultivation ahead will be even more difficult, so you must not be arrogant or complacent."

"Yes! The student understands!"

Qian Baolin nodded repeatedly, but he couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

Students around came forward to congratulate him.

While enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention, his gaze inadvertently swept over the corner.

Gu Shenyan remained seated on the prayer mat, his expression calm and showing no sign of anything amiss.

A strong sense of superiority welled up in Qian Baolin's heart.

Gu Shenyan, Gu Shenyan, what good is it if you write such good articles?

In the face of true talent, all skills are meaningless!

Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly heard Father Moore say:

"Alright, everyone, please be quiet."

The priest's voice quieted the noise:

"Qian Baolin's success proves that the Four Elements Breath Regulation Method is indeed effective."

"The other students should not be discouraged. I see that some of them have already vaguely sensed it, and they will surely be able to master it in time."

But some people's eyes were full of disappointment.

Qian Baolin succeeded because he already had some intuition, plus the priest's special attention...

What about them?

I'm afraid I'll have to endure a very long period of arduous training.

Qian Baolin stood there, basking in the gazes of everyone present.

Suddenly, he saw Father Moore turn around and walk towards the back of the classroom.

Qian Baolin's heart skipped a beat.

Is the priest... giving himself special treatment?

Do you want me to get individual guidance?

He immediately straightened his chest and a hopeful smile appeared on his face.

Father Moore slowly walked down from the podium.

His gaze swept across the classroom, finally settling on the corner.

Then, he walked over.

The chubby boy immediately stood up straight, his hands hanging down at his sides, adopting the most respectful posture.

He had even already planned how to humbly respond to the priest's praise...

Father Moore drew closer.

Five steps.

Four steps.

Three steps.

Qian Baolin's heart raced, and his smile grew brighter and brighter.

then……

Father Moore walked past him without stopping.

Qian Baolin: ? ? ?

His smile froze on his face, and he looked like a statue.

The surrounding students were also stunned.

Father...aren't you looking for Qian Baolin?

Father Moore walked straight to the corner of the classroom and stopped in front of Gu Shenyan.

"Gu Shenyan, could you stay for a moment? I have some questions for you."

The classroom was deathly silent.

Qian Baolin's face changed from rosy to pale, and then from pale to ashen.

He stood frozen in place, maintaining the "respectful" posture he had just been in, as if he had been immobilized.

Gu Shenyan stood up and bowed.

"Understood, Father."

Father Moore nodded and looked at the other students:

"The other students may leave now."

"Remember to continue your cultivation after you get back."

The students then seemed to snap out of their daze and began packing their things to leave.

Qian Baolin stood there, caught in a dilemma.

Let's go, it's too embarrassing.

If we don't leave, it will be even more embarrassing.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to start tidying up the prayer mat, his movements as stiff as a robot.

As he was leaving, he heard a soft laugh behind him.

He didn't know who made it, but to him, that laughter was more painful than a knife.

Soon, only Gu Shenyan and Father Moore remained in the classroom.

The priest walked to the door and gently closed it.

Then he turned around, his gray-blue eyes staring straight at Gu Shenyan.

That gaze seemed to see right through one's soul.

He tried to appear calm: "Father, is there something you need from the student?"

"Gu Shenyan," the priest suddenly said, "you must have awakened your bloodline."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shenyan felt as if his heart was being gripped by something.

He stared intently at Father Moore, his mind racing as he considered what to do.

Admit it? Or deny it?

What would be the consequences if we admitted it?

If they deny it, will the priest believe them?

Just as he was hesitating...

Father Moore walked to the window, turned his back to him, and looked out at the sycamore trees.

"Do not be nervous."

The priest's voice was very calm:

I mean you no harm.

He turned around, a hint of curiosity in his grey-blue eyes:

"When you meditate, there is a flow of spiritual energy within your body."

"Although you tried your best to hide it, in my perception, the fluctuation of the water elemental energy in your body was as clear as a bright lamp in the dark night."

Seeing the surprise in the boy's eyes, Father Moore smiled:

"Don't be surprised, I am a meditation instructor at Sacred Heart Academy."

If you don't even have this much perception, how can you teach students?

He walked up to Gu Shenyan and looked him up and down:

"It has a water-based bloodline, and its purity is quite high."

"If I'm not mistaken, they should be... of the merfolk lineage?"

Gu Shenyan frowned.

Father Moore not only sensed his own spiritual energy, but he could also determine the type of bloodline!

Just what level of spiritual attainment does this Father Moore possess?

"Father..."

He gritted his teeth and decided to stop hiding it:

"The student did indeed awaken a trace of merman bloodline by chance."

"However, this bloodline is extremely thin, so it probably cannot be considered a true awakening."

"A coincidence?"

Father Moore smiled knowingly: "Was it a coincidence, or was someone guiding you?"

Gu Shenyan remained silent.

Since the priest has already said so much, there's no point in denying it anymore.

"Yes." He raised his head and looked directly at Father Moore:

"The students do want to change their destiny."

"In the path of martial arts, the student's aptitude is too poor. In the path of cultivation, he suffers from a lack of innate wisdom."

"Only by awakening one's bloodline might there be a glimmer of hope."

His voice gradually became firm:

"Therefore, students spare no effort to find spiritual objects that can activate their bloodlines."

"Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, students should still try."

"Very good." Father Moore's eyes revealed his appreciation.

"I admire your hardworking nature."

He walked up to Gu Shenyan and patted him on the shoulder:

"Gu Shenyan, do you know? Over the past six months, I've watched you change little by little."

"You lower yourself in the school and write for those spoiled brats who are not as good as you."

"Save every penny and never give up any opportunity that might change your life."

His voice softened: "This resilience, this indomitable spirit, are the truly precious qualities."

"Father, you flatter me."

Gu Shenyan bowed respectfully:

"The student just... doesn't want to accept their fate like this."

"I don't want to accept my fate..."

Father Moore repeated these words:

"Very good, very good."

He turned and walked back to the podium, taking an exquisite envelope from his drawer.

The envelope was pure white with gold trim and a peculiar emblem printed on it.

The emblem is composed of two elements: Eastern and Western.

At the center is a yin-yang symbol, with black and white colors intertwined and rotating.

Outside the Tai Chi symbol, seven stars surround it, corresponding exactly to the positions of the Big Dipper.

The outermost ring is inscribed with Latin: "Stella Ordo Mystica".

Mysterious stellar order.

Gu Shenyan looked at the emblem and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"Xuanji Society".

Father Moore handed him the envelope:

"This is the student association with the highest entry requirements in the provincial capital."

"Every member comes from a truly powerful and wealthy family, or is a genius whose bloodline has been awakened."

He explained in detail:

"The name Xuanji is taken from the Xuanji star in the Twenty-Eight Mansions of the East."

"In Western astrology, this star corresponds to wisdom and opportunity."