"Sister Yueyin?" Luo Nan grew more and more diffident. This sort of action of biting off more than one could chew would most likely not receive He Yueyin's support.
Papercut added, "However, if it involves personal understanding and experience, it would be best to find someone who was present at the time of the lecture. It would be even better to impart the teachings of their hearts. There were only a few B-class experts in the branch, and even fewer in the spiritual-type. Old You, Horned Demon, Old Gao, Mr. Bai … "
He read out a string of names. Luo Nan found the names familiar: Aren't these the psychics of Xia City?
Old Man You was one of the Iron Triangle of Xia City. He was known alongside Ouyang Chen and Her Majesty Empress Wu.
The Centaur was said to be an adventurous madman with a tendency to self-destruct. He wandered in the wilderness every day, looking for excitement.
Old Gao was the creator of the paper talisman in Luo Nan's hand. He was a Daoist with an inheritance, and he was half a disciple of Old You.
As for Mr. Bai, Luo Nan was even more familiar with him. They had fought side by side before, and Mr. Bai had even given Luo Nan a diagnosis and treatment. His daughter was Bai Xinyan, the mysterious and mysterious medical doctor with a strange stance.
He suddenly discovered that the psychics of Xia City were quite peculiar. Excluding Luo Nan, who was half a psychic, there were a total of four psychics. Perhaps the ratio wasn't high when compared to over a thousand ability users, but all of them were of the Architect rank. They were B rank powerhouses.
In the entire Xia City branch, how many powerhouses were there at B rank or higher?
There were a total of 14 people on record, which was already one of the best out of the 88 branches in the world. Among them, shamans accounted for nearly a third of them, which was very impressive.
Luo Nan was a bit distracted, and Papercut pulled him back. "I can help you ask Old Gao. It's just that this fellow is a bit unscrupulous. He might try to rip you off."
Sweat, you used to have a large supply of talisman paper, how many of them were taken advantage of? Luo Nan suddenly felt that he really should find an opportunity to give thanks to the teachers who taught him his skills.
Luo Nan didn't want Papercut to return to this matter. He thought for a bit and said, "Maybe we can look for Mr. Bai."
The old man seemed to have a good temperament and character. He should be easier to talk to than the "profiteer" Mr. Gao.
"That's right, you've been treated by White Salt for such a long time, so it can be considered a bit of fate. He'll definitely pay attention to you, just don't take the initiative to mention it …"
"I know." Luo Nan understood tacitly. It wasn't news that the father and daughter of the Bai Family didn't get along.
Wait, why does it sound like you want me to find someone?
Luo Nan opened his mouth, but he was speechless. It was his own business, so of course he had to do it himself. However, with his otaku personality, he would feel great pressure even if he took the initiative to contact someone, let alone ask for help.
After all, Mister White was still his senior, and he wasn't that familiar with him …
In any case, Luo Nan could no longer let Papercut do this for him. He could only grit his teeth and agree.
It was also at this moment that he suddenly thought of something. If every time he went into seclusion to cultivate, he would have to lose control and spend a lot of energy to clean up after himself. Would it be worth it?
Mrs. Luo Shuqing was a bit baffled during breakfast the next morning. She kept feeling that something was off with Luo Nan. In the end, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you so conflicted about?"
"Oh?" Luo Nan tightly stuffed a large amount of meat into his mouth. When he raised his head, he had an innocent expression on his face.
"Your eyebrows are all knotted, and you still say you're not conflicted?"
Luo Nan swallowed the slice of meat with great difficulty. He continued to play dumb: "Are you conflicted? Oh, my forehead is fighting with the marginal lobes. "
In the end, Mrs. Luo Shuqing's attainments in psychology were decent. She went around in circles and finally understood. In psychology, the prefrontal cortex represented rationality and self-control, while the marginal lobes represented impulsive emotions. It could also be understood as the struggle between long-term benefits and short-term benefits.
Luo Nan was just speaking carelessly, and he shivered. However, his words did contain some true emotions.
He didn't go looking for Mr. Bai last night. The reason was that he wasn't familiar with Mr. Bai. It was too late, and he was afraid of disturbing Mr. Bai's rest. To put it bluntly, his otaku cancer flared up. He displayed a fear of interpersonal relationships. He dragged it out as long as he could.
He knew how to kill someone he was familiar with, and in the end, he went looking for Secretary He. He learned that the branch's database did indeed have a recording of the high-level seminar back then. However, Luo Nan wasn't able to get his hands on it.
He Yueyin warned him very bluntly not to bite off more than he could chew. The B-rank technique, Heart Incineration Blade, involved too many elements. Many of them were knowledge unique to Architects. Without a solid foundation, forcefully practicing was no good.
Essentially speaking, Luo Nan hadn't even reached the standard of an Awakened due to the imbalance between his body and soul. This was a problem with the standard. It wouldn't change just because his combat strength was superb.
A missile that could explode at any time was indeed more frightening and destructive than a refined rifle. However, the control power needed to be looked at the other way around.
Last night, Luo Nan even asked how to pour the milk. Oh no, he asked how to use his ultimate move. In the end, He Yueyin saw through his worsening condition of the imbalance between his body and soul. Only after tossing and turning for a while did he avoid the pain of inspection. He didn't get any results in his training that night.
It was hard for Luo Nan to avoid feeling emotional. However, he had forgotten that his Aunt had been paranoid these past two days. She was worried that Luo Nan had stepped into some domain.
Luo Shuqing immediately became nervous when he heard his vague and suggestive words: "Did that firm come to recruit you again?"
Luo Nan slapped himself in the face in his mind and cursed his foul mouth. He rushed to ease Luo Shuqing's mind: "Nope. I haven't contacted them for the past two days. They were just speaking carelessly."
It would have been better if he didn't explain. The more he explained, the more Luo Shuqing became suspicious. She put down her bowl and chopsticks, wanting to understand the situation in depth.
At this time, Mo Haihang, who was swiping at the table and reading the newspaper, suddenly jumped out with a sentence: "Actually, if there's no danger, you can give it a try. Young people are just trial and error. Only by making mistakes can you gather effective information … … "
He brought out the trial and error theory again, and this time he took it a step further: "You can go to their firm and try it out. See if it suits your heart. If you want to do it, then draft up a contract and bring it back for your Aunt to help examine it. You're in high school now. Financial independence can be put on the agenda. "
Luo Shuqing turned to glare angrily at her husband, but she soon understood something. She furrowed her brows in silence. There was one more person who was at a loss.
They clearly wanted to get to the bottom of things!
Luo Nan knew long ago that his Aunt and Uncle were worried about the direction of the so-called trial and error theory. He could see through them with a single glance. He couldn't help but feel even more depressed. He groaned in his mind, "It's all a misunderstanding". He began to ponder whether or not he should ask Zhang Yingying for help. She should set up a trap and play a two-man show to calm the hearts of these two elders.
Breakfast ended hastily amidst the confusion and probing.
Today was Sunday, November 4th, 2096. The accidental injury in the morning seemed to have given a bad start to the day's schedule.
Luo Nan's Aunt and Uncle, as well as Mo Yan, went out to do their own things after breakfast. Luo Nan continued to stay at home, carelessly observing the star atlas of the Format Pyramid. He was intimidated by the continuously increasing water level of the vast ocean of icebergs. He dejectedly withdrew from the Fixed Space, holding his head in distress.
He couldn't delve any deeper into the homework related to Formatting Theory before he found a suitable channel to 'pour milk'. Even the Root Receptacle, Root Nature, and Root Trigger division technique personally taught by the gym master couldn't be considered due to too many connections.
As for the internal refinement technique of the nine orifices and six roots, Luo Nan had already mastered it during the morning class. There was no need to superfluously paint a snake with legs.
Luo Nan had been at home for an entire day. He needed to do something, right?
Luo Nan rolled around on his bed twice. In the end, he had no other choice but to follow Papercut's suggestion. He opened up the mission posting page for Soul Strength Information Gathering and flipped through the Dripping Sword teaching materials that Papercut had sent over. He wanted to see if he could discover anything interesting from it.
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