41: Professor, can we not take the test?

A heated discussion about whether Qin Lang was a "Genius" or a "madman" quickly spread like wildfire among the new students of Olympus Academy.

As the person at the center of the storm, Qin Lang didn't care about it at all.

Genius or madman?

He didn't want to be either; he just wanted to quietly lie flat.

Currently, he was facing a problem a hundred times more troublesome than the school-wide discussion.

A figure stood quietly at the entrance of his dormitory.

The newcomer had picturesque brows and eyes, a refined temperament, and was dressed in simple white clothes as pure as snow. It was none other than the six-star Gene Great Master, Fu Yuechi.

She had come again.

"Qin Lang."

Fu Yuechi's voice was still clear and melodious, and her eyes, like autumn water, were now staring intently at Qin Lang.

It was an extremely complex scrutiny, like a top-tier appraisal Grandmaster admiring a peerless rare treasure.

Burning, focused, and even carrying an undisguised possessiveness.

"Is your newly Awakened Mythical Gene an elemental type?"

She went straight to the point, giving Qin Lang no chance to beat around the bush.

Qin Lang nodded.

Fu Yuechi's breathing quickened imperceptibly by half a beat.

"Martial Artist and Elemental."

"Two completely different Mythical Genes can perfectly coexist within the same person."

She slowly stepped forward, her beautiful eyes getting closer and closer to Qin Lang, so close that Qin Lang could even smell the faint, cold fragrance of snow lotus emanating from her body.

"Qin Lang, do you know that you are playing with fire?"

Her voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"The path of Dual Cultivation leads to Heaven-Defying combat power, but the two power systems will inevitably conflict violently in the Late Stage, and the risk of gene collapse is more than ten times that of ordinary Mythical Gene Awakened ones!"

"This path, since ancient times, has been a dead end."

Qin Lang was somewhat breathless from her powerful aura and instinctively wanted to retreat.

However, Fu Yuechi suddenly took a step forward, instantly shortening the distance between them to an extremely dangerous degree.

She extended her right hand, crystal clear like jade, seemingly wanting to touch Qin Lang's cheek, but ultimately stopped in mid-air.

"Be my Disciple."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable will.

"My Fu Family has a secret method that can help you perfectly resolve the hidden dangers of Dual Cultivation, allowing you to truly embark on an unprecedented path to ultimate power!"

These words made Qin Lang, who only wanted to "lie flat," feel his scalp tingle.

A path to ultimate power?

Please let me go!

Can we stop competing?!

Just as Qin Lang was at a loss, almost completely overwhelmed by the aura of this beautiful elder sister.

A lazy, somewhat tipsy voice suddenly sounded from not far away.

"I say... Little girl of the Fu Family, isn't it a bit unseemly to snatch my Disciple right in front of me, the rightful Master?"

Qin Lang looked in the direction of the voice and immediately felt as if he had been granted a great pardon!

He saw a scruffy old man with a beard and hair like a chicken's nest, swaying as he walked over, a wine gourd tucked into his waist.

It was his legendary, extremely "Buddhist" Master, Fei Changqing.

"Master!"

Qin Lang seemed to have seen his savior and, with a flash, hid behind Fei Changqing.

Fei Changqing glanced at Fu Yuechi and let out a burp.

"I've taken him as my Disciple. You can go back."

Fu Yuechi's expression was somewhat displeased, but facing this Senior of extremely high seniority, she ultimately did not insist further.

She gave Qin Lang a deep look, her eyes almost overflowing with regret.

Finally, she transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

"Kid, well done!"

Fei Changqing turned around, his large, fan-like hand heavily patting Qin Lang's shoulder, his cloudy eyes full of admiration.

"You've brought honor to me!"

He rummaged in his懷for a long time, pulled out a black gold card, and directly placed it into Qin Lang's hand.

"This is a welcome gift!"

"There are 100,000 units of biological energy inside, and I'll give you another 20,000 every month from now on!"

100,000 units!

20,000 per month!

This lavish gesture made the surrounding teachers and students who had rushed over to watch the excitement stare wide-eyed, their mouths almost watering with envy.

Qin Lang was also overjoyed.

He was right to choose Fei Changqing!

This Master's heart for evolution was broken, and he had no desire to Cultivate, so his accumulated fortune was terrifyingly vast!

Now, lying flat was within reach!

However, events unfolded completely beyond his expectations.

Fei Changqing looked at Qin Lang, and in his cloudy eyes, at some point, a flame called "fighting spirit" had rekindled.

"Damn it!"

He took a big gulp of wine, as if having made some kind of decision.

"I thought my life would just be like this, but who knew that at the very end, I'd receive such a Prodigy Disciple like you!"

"No! I can't continue to be so decadent!"

He threw away the wine gourd in his hand, and his entire being seemed to be reborn; his previously hunched back instantly straightened!

A Grandmaster's imposing aura, profound as a deep pool and majestic as a towering peak, burst forth!

"Qin Lang!"

He stared intently at Qin Lang, his voice like a great bell.

"From today on, I will pull myself together! I will personally supervise your evolution!"

"See you in the training room in three days!"

This astonishing 180-degree reversal instantly froze the smile on Qin Lang's face.

Three days later, in the training room.

Qin Lang looked at Fei Changqing, who was now vigorous, sharp-eyed as a knife, and clearly in the mold of a strict Master, and felt his life turn bleak.

To avoid the impending devilish training, he had a flash of inspiration.

"Master, is the fine wine in your gourd the legendary 'Drunken Life, Dream of Death'?"

At the mention of his wine, a look of pride instantly appeared on Fei Changqing's face.

"You have good taste, kid!"

"This is a spirit wine that I personally brewed. An ordinary person who takes a sip can get drunk for three days and three nights, reliving the proudest moments of their life!"

Qin Lang immediately seized the opportunity to lavish praise, showering him with compliments as if they cost nothing, and finally suggested.

"Disciple has long admired your divine brew, Master. May I have the honor of sharing a cup with you today?"

Fei Changqing was so flattered that he was beaming and immediately took out two large bowls.

Relying on his Primal Ancestor Gene, which made him immune to alcohol, Qin Lang successfully got his Master, who had just rekindled his fighting spirit, completely drunk and unconscious.

He himself slipped away unharmed.

In the following days, although Fei Changqing appeared on time every day.

Qin Lang always managed to muddle through by demonstrating his evolutionary achievements, such as the elusive movement technique Myriad Shadow Traces, or by repeating his old trick of challenging him to a drinking contest.

However, Fei Changqing's ambition, like a completely ignited volcano, grew even stronger.

He even imparted his self-created ultimate sword art, Evergreen Sword Art, to Qin Lang, showing an attitude of not stopping until Qin Lang became the strongest under Heaven.

This made Qin Lang feel unprecedented pressure.

Seeing that the drinking strategy was becoming less effective.

Qin Lang decided to take a risky move.

This day, as Fei Changqing was once again passionately planning his future "Hell-level" evolution blueprint, spitting as he spoke.

Qin Lang, seemingly casually, softly asked a question.

"Master, since you're so amazing, your wife... she must be very beautiful too, right?"

The words "Master's wife" were like the sharpest ice pick, piercing deeply into Fei Changqing's heart.

His entire body suddenly stiffened.

The color drained from his previously radiant face at a visible speed.

The light in his eyes also dimmed rapidly, bit by bit.

He did not answer.

He just silently picked up the wine gourd he had thrown away from the corner, and drank one mouthful after another, in gloomy silence.

The next day, he didn't appear.

The third day, he still didn't appear.

Although Qin Lang felt a slight apology, he felt more relieved.

He leaned on the soft bed in his dormitory, stroking Xiaobai's fluffy head, and silently prayed in his heart.

Master, please continue to be decadent.

Please, don't ignite your fighting spirit again.