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As the crowd gradually dispersed, Bu felt a tremor in his body, and blood once again spilled from the corner of his mouth. The intense pain throughout his body not only failed to diminish during the rapid recovery but instead grew even stronger.
"Are you okay?" Wendy tightly grasped Bu's hand, her eyes filled with concern.
"Hmph," Reynold rolled his eyes. He was well aware of Bu's resilience; this minor injury was nothing to worry about.
"Master, my face hurts so much," Ivan suddenly piped up, seeking attention and comfort as he touched his significantly less swollen cheek, looking miserable.
"Get lost." Bu kicked Ivan irritably. He focused and glanced at his personal status bar, discovering that his physical condition was at 76% light injury. Aside from the severe pain during recovery, there was no major issue. He smiled and shook his head at Wendy, indicating that she need not worry.
"Let's go." Bu stored the Taiyuan Spear in his Storage Bracelet, took out a Snow Sun Pill, popped one into his mouth, and prepared to leave with the group.
"Please take care as you leave."
Just as they were about to take a couple of steps, a man's voice called out from the side. The tone was gentle yet carried a sense of steadiness that made it quite appealing and instinctively likable.
Bu and the others paused and turned to see a remarkably handsome man approaching them with a smile.
The man wore white robes adorned with patterns of auspicious clouds and dragons at the hem. His steps were steady and unhurried, exuding an air of calm confidence. He had a full forehead that suggested prosperity, long hair tied back loosely, and light golden eyes that added an element of authority to his demeanor. However, the smile on his face softened that authority considerably, making him seem friendly and approachable.
"What can I do for you?" Seeing the man's impressive demeanor, Bu did not dare to be dismissive. Although he was arrogant, he wasn't foolish enough to bark at anyone indiscriminately.
"Hehe, I am Arthur. There's no need for you to be nervous; I mean no harm. I simply admired your impressive display in battle earlier and came here to make your acquaintance," the man in white said with a light smile, his cheerful tone disarming any potential hostility.
"I'm not nervous at all," Bu replied dismissively, "You think too highly of me. I'm just an ordinary new student at Holy Light Academy. I had no choice but to spar with that senior earlier. Fortunately, he was kind-hearted and didn't want to hurt me; I managed to win by luck with just a move or two. Looking back now, I'm quite embarrassed."
"Uh." Faced with Bu's shameless response, Arthur was momentarily speechless. However, he quickly regained composure and laughed heartily: "You're far too modest! Regardless of how it happened, defeating a student from Greed Wolf Hall at Holy Light Academy is quite an achievement."
"Hehe," Wendy couldn't help but laugh at their insincere pleasantries, thinking Bu was quite mischievous.
"Now that we've made our introductions, we should be heading back to the academy. Is there anything else?" Bu cut straight to the point, ending the polite exchange. He sensed that Arthur meant no harm and seemed genuinely interested in making friends but remained cautious about revealing too much too soon.
"Ah," Arthur felt somewhat frustrated by Bu's directness. Usually, when he took such an enthusiastic approach to make friends, no one would dare treat him so rudely. He sighed with a wry smile: "Well then, it's fate that we met today. If there's an opportunity in the future, let's share drinks together. Please accept this token; if you ever come to Cypress Inn again, you can stay without needing a reservation."
“Cypress Inn?” Bu was a bit puzzled as he hesitantly took the redwood token that was handed to him.
“Meeting is fate, and when we meet again, I hope you will become stronger,” Arthur said with a smile as he handed over the token, leaving Bu and his companions in a state of confusion.
“Wow, this fellow really knows how to put on airs,” Bu Qing chuckled, feeling an inexplicable fondness for the suddenly appearing man named Arthur. He glanced at the redwood token in his hand, which was blank except for an intricate carving of an unknown nine-leaf flower that looked rather peculiar.
“Let’s go.” After putting the token into his Storage Bracelet, the group no longer lingered and headed towards Holy Light Academy.
After settling Wendy and the others into their accommodations within the academy, Kalandor moved into the stone palace belonging to Reynold. According to him, there were too many couples around Bu, and to avoid a night of discomfort, it was better for him to be considerate.
During this time, Bu also informed Kalandor about the requirements for entering the Outer Gate of Holy Light Academy. Upon hearing that it required a payment of five hundred thousand Silver Kall to enter the Outer Gate, Kalandor's face turned completely sour.
Five hundred thousand Silver Kall was indeed an amount hard to accept. Even for a family like Arthur Royal Family, which had considerable power like Kalandor's, their annual profits were estimated to be only a few million Silver Kall. Given Kalandor's low standing in his family, expecting Arthur Royal Family to come up with such a large sum was akin to chasing a dream.
Fortunately, Holy Light Academy did not set specific dates or times for assessing Outer Gate Students. As long as one met the requirements and had enough money, they could take the assessment at any time. Passing would grant them entry as Outer Gate Students. This humane system alleviated much pressure for many people and gave them ample time to gather funds.
Bu had decided not only to get Kalandor into the Outer Gate but also Ivan, Locke, and even Amy. However, this was not something that could be achieved overnight; it required careful planning.
As for finances, Bu believed that anything solvable with money was not a problem. However, Locke and Amy's abilities were still not strong enough—especially Amy, who had yet to break through to Low-Level. This meant she hadn’t even met the primary requirement for entering the Outer Gate. Therefore, Bu could only focus on getting Kalandor and Ivan into the Outer Gate first.
“This is Spirit Mist Tea; each of you will have a cup. After drinking it, hold your breath and concentrate your energy as it flows through your body. Try to maintain it for as long as you can.”
In the hall of Reynold's stone palace, Bu and his companions sat around a table where a set of jade tea utensils was laid out. The teapot emitted a delicate aroma that wafted through the air, invigorating anyone who caught a whiff.
Bu had invested significantly; in order to help Kalandor and Ivan quickly enhance their strength, he took out one of the few boxes of Spirit Mist Tea he had left for them to brew. Of course, to avoid waste, Locke, Amy, Reynold, and even Gordon—the quiet boy with dark skin—were all asked by Bu to drink a cup of Spirit Mist Tea.
Originally, Lange had only given Bu three boxes of Spirit Mist Tea. Each box contained only a small amount of tea leaves; at most one box could brew just one pot of tea. Any more than that would diminish the special effects of Spirit Mist Tea.
With six people gathered around six cups and one pot of tea poured perfectly without excess or shortage, under Bu's urging, everyone raised their cups and drank it all down. Ignoring the scalding heat of the tea, they held their breath and focused on cultivating their energy.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense as Bu Shuang fixed her gaze intently on the six people, carefully observing their conditions.
After a moment passed, Amy—the weakest among them—suddenly turned red in the face as sweat beaded on her forehead. Wisps of blue smoke began rising from her head. She appeared to be in pain but seemed determined to hold on for just a little longer. However, almost immediately after that moment passed, Amy let out a loud gasp and spewed out a mouthful of black blood. She instantly broke free from her focused state as the effectiveness of Spirit Mist Tea dissipated along with her expulsion of foul air.
Bu Xin sighed softly, his gaze shifting to Locke, and at that moment, the second breath had passed.
Locke's complexion turned a deep shade of red, his body enveloped in steaming heat, layers of sweat pouring out like a waterfall.
This sweat was dark in color, mixed with many impurities accumulated within him. As these impurities were expelled from his body, Locke's strength, which had only recently reached Low-Level, gradually stabilized. Moreover, due to the strange power of the Spirit Mist Tea, his body underwent another round of refinement, showing signs of increased strength.
However, at that moment, three breaths had passed. A more intense and scorching vaporous force suddenly erupted. With this eruption, it felt as if a storm had been unleashed. The five individuals trembled simultaneously. Locke could no longer hold on; his eyes widened as he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Under Amy's startled gasp, he exited the state of holding his breath and focused, gasping for air.
After Locke, another breath passed. By the fifth breath, Ivan spat blood and retreated.
On the sixth breath, Kalandor trembled all over, struggling to hold on. His face contorted as he relied solely on sheer willpower to endure. However, this desperate struggle collapsed at the instant the seventh breath arrived.
At the same time, the dark-skinned youth Gordon followed closely behind. Under the increasingly powerful vaporous force within him, he spat out a large mouthful of black blood and could no longer hold on.
At this point, among the six people who had consumed the Spirit Mist Tea, only Reynold remained steadfastly holding on. Faintly, one could hear rumbling sounds coming from within him; this rumbling was the sound of his acupoints being continuously impacted by the boiling energy and vaporous force within him. In this impact, time flew by quickly—the eighth breath passed, then the ninth.
The tenth breath arrived amidst everyone's tense attention!
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