I didn't hear Feng Huateng's voice, only the sound of teeth grinding, "creak!"
"Boss, Huateng's childhood sweetheart was messed with by that guy."
Damn, it's this drama again.
"That He Bin not only messed with her but also wiped out her entire family."
"Damn, he's so ruthless. Doesn't anyone in Silver Moon City care?"
"Boss, everyone knows it was He Bin, but unfortunately, there's no evidence, and the He family is still one of the four major families."
"This case has become a mystery without a head."
"Boss, I came here to study not because I wanted to learn something, but just to see if someone could deal with him. With my ability, there's no chance."
Huang Ye understood him; the difference in strength was too great, and seeking revenge forcefully was courting death.
"So, you want me to deal with him?"
"Boss, I really thought that just now, but I've given up on that idea now."
"Regardless of his combat power, just his family alone is not something you can provoke."
"Even if you could beat him, someone as unscrupulous as him would likely use underhanded tactics against you, and you and your family would suffer in the future."
Huang Ye was quite satisfied with Feng Huateng's response. If he had really begged him, he wouldn't have had the time to deal with such matters.
Even if He Bin deserved to die, there were many people in the world who deserved it. He wasn't some hero, nor did he want to be used by others.
However, his threat level for He Bin had increased. If that guy dared to provoke him, it wouldn't just be a matter of giving him a beating.
At the very least, he should make him unable to take care of himself, or better yet, beat him into an idiot for life, though that was a hard balance to strike.
"System, where should I hit someone on the head to make them an idiot?"
[There's no precise spot, just hit the head, and whether they become an idiot depends on fate.]
Ugh, that was a pointless question; he already knew that trick.
"Alright, you guys should sleep. If he dares to provoke me, I'll deal with him."
"Boss, you..." Feng Huateng wanted to persuade him, but Huang Ye interrupted.
"No need to say more, I'll handle it appropriately."
Feng Yun also regretted speaking out; mentioning such things might make the boss look down on them, only distancing their relationship.
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Huang Ye continued his study life, and two days later, news spread from the campus network.
In this ten-city academy exchange, Silver Moon City ranked second to last, and the dean was so angry he left the group of geniuses and returned early.
Huang Ye was also called to the back hall by Old Hu.
"Good news, good news."
"Can the instructor go see the techniques?"
"Not that, it's news about the exchange competition."
"Instructor, didn't we lose badly? How is that good news?"
"Haha, precisely because we lost badly, our opportunity has come."
"You mean we can apply to the dean to see the techniques."
"Exactly, talking to a smart person is indeed easier. In the next few days, be prepared and don't go out; I'll take you there anytime."
"Should I be ready all day?"
"More or less."
"Well, I can't guarantee when I can persuade the dean, so before each visit, you should hide in the Scripture Repository in advance."
"Today, you should go to the Scripture Repository to familiarize yourself with the situation there."
"Do I have points?"
"I've already arranged plenty for you; just have them bring up the points when you go."
"Alright, I'll go today."
Huang Ye left the lecture hall through the back door and found the Scripture Repository according to Old Hu's directions.
After verifying his identity, Huang Ye entered the courtyard of the Scripture Repository.
The Scripture Repository was a row of bungalows, with separate rooms for each major subject.
Here, reading the classics cost one point per hour, and Old Hu had charged him with over forty points, enough for four days.
Huang Ye picked what interested him to read and asked the guard; the Poison Path and Medical Path classics were in the Medical Path room.
Entering this room, there were indeed many books, mainly medical classics.
Huang Ye wasn't interested in the Medical Path; it wasn't his thing.
He might be interested in the Alchemy Path, but not the Medical Path; he had no time to be some miracle doctor.
After searching around, he finally found a few Poison Path classics in a small compartment.
Without further ado, he started copying them.
In less than an hour, he had copied all the Poison Path classics.
Not bad, there were many toxic materials inside that the system didn't have.
The classics here couldn't compare to those of the Tang family; they were all basic toxic materials with few introductions to concocting them.
Leaving the room, he headed to the latrine behind the house.
He had asked about the latrine's location in advance, first checking the environment inside. Old Hu had already told him to squat at the second-to-last pit.
Upon entering, the latrine was relatively clean, though a bit smelly; it seemed to be regularly maintained.
Finding the designated spot, there was a movable wooden board under the squatting position.
After the waste was flushed down, the board automatically bounced back, significantly reducing the latrine's odor.
Checking the designated spot, he found that the partitions between the squatting positions were connected at the bottom.
This old man, it was impressive he came up with this method.
In this world, besides himself, it was unlikely anyone else could cooperate with him.
Leaving the latrine, Huang Ye entered the Internal Skill room for a look.
When executing the plan, Huang Ye wouldn't be in this room but in the adjacent External Skill room.
Old Hu would cough loudly to signal him when the time came.
Finally, he entered the External Skill room and confirmed his position.
Only then did he leave the Scripture Repository.
Two days later, Huang Ye received a notice from Old Hu to wait at the Scripture Repository.
After waiting inside for two hours and copying all the External Skill classics, Old Hu still hadn't shown up.
It seemed Old Hu had been rejected by the dean.
Sure enough, when he returned to the lecture hall, the old man was inside, blowing his beard and glaring.
"That old stubborn, even after explaining everything, he just won't listen."
"Are you talking about the dean?"
"Who else could it be?"
"Instructor, maybe your timing was off; he just got back and is still angry. Try again in a few days."
"In my hometown, there's a saying: 'If you work hard enough, you can grind an iron rod into a needle.'"
"As long as you keep pestering him, you'll eventually get results."
"That saying is very philosophical; I'll definitely keep pestering him."
Huang Ye tried again, but still didn't succeed.
On the third attempt, he finally saw Old Hu excitedly holding a wooden plaque as he entered the Internal Skill room.
Passing by the External Skill room, he deliberately coughed three times.
Huang Ye naturally understood, and after staying in the External Skill room for a while, he went to the latrine behind.
He slightly adjusted the battle plan, entering early to secure the spot.
If someone oblivious took the spot, their plan would fail, and finding another opportunity would be nearly impossible.
After waiting for half an hour, Old Hu arrived at the first pit as promised.
"Old Hu, there's an empty spot in the front; you don't need to go to the innermost pit?" a voice called out.
"I take a long time to relieve myself, and the innermost spot is next to the window, so it smells less," Old Hu explained.
"Old Hu, make sure you don't drop the classics into the pit. I've already violated the rules by letting you take them out."
"Don't worry, I'm not clumsy, and I get more inspiration when I'm relieving myself."
"Your talent really has a unique flavor," the person muttered quietly.
Huang Ye had already seen the classics Old Hu handed over.
The cover had four large characters—"Tongtian Xuanggong."
Huang Ye inhaled the air's scent; it should be called "Tongbian Xuanggong" instead.
He quickly copied each page's content, trying not to make any noise while turning the pages.
In less than ten minutes, he reached the last page of the entire classic.
Huh! The back cover had something unusual.