300: Chapter 300 The Same Moonlight

Recently, the campus forum suddenly blew up.

The Crimson Church, which had been arrogant for months, had unexpectedly been nearly eighty percent wiped out by the Law Enforcement Bureau. From now on, students would finally not need to walk out of the school gates with their hearts in their mouths.

"Which big shot made a move?"

"The news released from the Law Enforcement Bureau says that a big shot from Snowfield Dragon City with the codename 'Silver Fox' has returned to the country, specifically in charge of the Crimson Church case."

"Could Lord 'Silver Fox' be some kind of expert in the Xiang Realm?"

"That is for sure. Last time Marshal Yu from Snowfield Dragon City came to the country once and slaughtered well over half of the Crimson Church. This time, even if this 'Silver Fox' isn't an existence of the same tier, they won't be too far behind."

"Thank you, Lord 'Silver Fox'."

The campus wall of Shangjing University was engaged in intense discussions, with most people expressing gratitude toward that unseen big shot from Snowfield Dragon City.

Meanwhile, Shen Xingchen, the "big shot" of Snowfield Dragon City, was curled up on the sofa eating spicy strips and browsing his phone.

Seeing something interesting on the campus forum, he would even give it a like.

A post was discussing the appearance of Lord Silver Fox.

Soon, a photo spread across the forum. It was a blood-soaked young man, held up in mid-air by an invisible force.

What drew the most attention was his pair of gray eyes, filled with a dead and killing aura, as if coming from beneath the netherworld. Even just looking at a photo, being stared at by that gaze would send chills down one's spine.

"Wa, this is just too handsome!"

"This is literally me!"

"Aiya, sorry, that day I took a trip to Snowfield Dragon City to kill some demons and accidentally got caught on camera. I'm quite embarrassed."

"Does the person above have no shame!?"

"The person in the photo looks to be only in his early twenties. As expected, geniuses at this tier are unfathomable."

"Look at the expressions of those demons in the photo; that is fear and trepidation. Huaxia has resisted the demons for over three hundred years, have you ever seen so many demons driven to terror by a single person?"

"Too strong. Surely no one in Huaxia of the same age group can surpass Lord Silver Fox, right?"

"Perhaps Prodigy Shen from our school has a chance."

"Shen Xingchen is Tier 5 at 18, and graduating around Tier 7 at 22... It still seems quite a bit lacking. Lord Silver Fox in the picture is so dominant, at the very least they must be Tier 9."

"Makes sense, I am inferior to him." Shen Xingchen replied at the bottom of the post.

It was still necessary to distance the two identities as much as possible.

Shen Xingchen understood the intention of the Law Enforcement Bureau.

No one would believe that a Tier 5 person like him could hunt down six deacon-level experts. Therefore, in the battle of Leichi Mountain, there must have been an expert hidden behind the scenes.

Shen Xingchen was responsible for fishing, and Lord Silver Fox was responsible for slaughtering the fish. This was the most reasonable setup and the best way to conceal his identity.

Inside the forum.

"Oh my god, Prodigy Shen himself replied to me!"

"It has the star-badge verification, it really is Shen Xingchen's reply!"

"Shen Xingchen admitted that he can't compare to Lord Silver Fox in the same age group... This doesn't look like his style either, he's being too modest."

"Is it possible that Shen Xingchen is naturally modest, and we are just too weak, leaving him no room to be modest?"

"Right in the feels, bro!"

"Prodigy Shen, I didn't mean to belittle you, I'm just speaking based on the facts..."

That person wrote a very long comment replying to Shen Xingchen, probably afraid that Shen Xingchen would track him down offline.

Shen Xingchen didn't continue following the thread. He turned over and switched to browsing short videos instead.

He had been lying around in the dormitory these days, quite leisurely, except that Li Jinhao always left early and returned late, leaving no one to talk to and feeling a bit stuffy.

Brother Hao was someone who wasn't short on money. Through "financial power," he purchased a large amount of academy points and rented a single cultivation room with the densest spiritual energy in the Cultivation Tower.

If not for the lack of beds in the cultivation room, Shen Xingchen suspected that Li Jinhao would live inside the cultivation room and never return to the dormitory.

He exuded an aura of "as long as you don't grind yourself to death, keep grinding to the death."

Cultivating like this, Li Jinhao's realm grew rapidly. Shen Xingchen felt that every time he saw him, he had a different aura.

Another person with such a change was Little Miss Jiang.

A few days ago, he took Little Miss Jiang to the back mountain to see the Fluorescent Butterfly. Ice-blue butterflies resembling a sky full of stars wandered around her, sketching out an extremely beautiful night scene.

It was also at that time that Shen Xingchen discovered Jiang Qingyao had advanced to Tier 6... She was the only person capable of keeping up with his cultivation speed.

...

The 30th day of returning to school.

Responding to Senior Sister's call, Shen Xingchen came to the hilltop villa.

Senior Sister said she had prepared a surprise and needed him to inspect the results.

As soon as Shen Xingchen walked into the villa's courtyard, he felt the scorching gazes of his two senior brothers. The jealousy hidden in those eyes almost melted Shen Xingchen away.

Just when Shen Xingchen was clueless.

Jiang Qingyao walked out of the room, came to Shen Xingchen's side, and covered his eyes with her cold little hands: "No peeking, I'll lead you there."

Finished speaking, Jiang Qingyao didn't know where she found a black strip of cloth to cover Shen Xingchen's eyes.

She pulled Shen Xingchen and walked into the house.

Although Shen Xingchen couldn't see, a martial artist's instinct still allowed him to judge the direction—they were walking toward the villa's dining room.

A few minutes later.

Jiang Qingyao stopped her steps: "Alright, you can take off the blindfold now."

The moment Shen Xingchen took off the black blindfold, a table of vibrant and appetizing dishes came into view.

In fact, he had smelled the aroma of the food long ago, but seeing those rich and delicious sauces and dishes with his own eyes, he still asked somewhat incredulously: "Did you make this?"

Jiang Qingyao nodded smugly, like a child waiting for praise.

Li Zhixing at the side twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Ever since finishing lunch at 12 o'clock, Little Sister Jiang started preparing this meal. You can see how much effort she put in."

Du Xiaoyue also had a jealous look in his eyes and said: "Not just that, Little Sister Jiang has been learning culinary arts from Senior Sister for over a month, just to cook this table of good dishes."

Bai Wanqing walked out of the kitchen, looking at this scene with a smiling face.

The table full of delicacies was the mortal warmth ignited between the stove and pots, while the maidenly sentiments inside the house were the tender memories precipitated in the passage of time.

Perhaps at some moment in the future, suddenly recalling today's taste, temperature, and person, the corners of one's mouth would still involuntarily curl into a smile.

Shen Xingchen looked at Jiang Qingyao. Although he didn't say anything, Jiang Qingyao could understand his inner voice.

Shen Xingchen ate this meal very attentively; it was the most attentive meal he had eaten since coming to this world.

At the end of the dinner.

The villa's lights suddenly went out.

Just as Shen Xingchen wanted to get up and turn on the lights, a cluster of candlelight suddenly lit up in the corner.

"Happy birthday, Brother Xingchen."

"Happy birthday, Junior Brother."

"Happy birthday, Junior Brother."

"Happy birthday, my silly Junior Brother."

The voices of blessings rang out one after another.

Shen Xingchen only then remembered that his birthday in this world was the 17th day of the third lunar month—which was today.

His heart seemed to be melted by this scene.

To have such a group of friends in this world who always remember you and care about you is such an extravagant piece of luck.

Turns out the most grounded fulfillment in the mortal world is not standing alone at the peak, but knowing that no matter where you go, someone shares the same moonlight with you.