Chapter 88: The Material of Face

"This is quite normal." Li Sitan’s eyes showed no disappointment. He had reviewed the records and found that Wang Feng had spent nearly an entire day in the meditation room last time. Staying in that silent room for a whole day was something few mentors could achieve, let alone students. This alone was enough to demonstrate his junior brother's extraordinary talent: "Insight doesn’t come every time. Don’t be discouraged by this. Each period of contemplation is a process of accumulation. There’s no need to worry about immediate gains or losses. When you accumulate enough, success will naturally follow. I’ve already informed the meditation room two days ago. Next time you want to use it, just register a day in advance. You don’t need to inform me separately."

"Senior Brother, I’ll work hard! Please trust me!" Wang Feng felt delighted; he liked people like this.

"There’s more good news," Li Sitan said with a smile: "The headquarters of the Professional Center has completed the third round of testing and confirmed that ‘Thor’s Messenger’ is indeed a stable rune that can withstand rigorous testing. The headquarters has updated the database of the Alliance’s First Order runes. In a while, they will reissue official certificates and gold professional honor medals to you and Yin Fu, to commend your contributions to the Alliance’s rune industry."

Perhaps fearing that Wang Feng wouldn’t understand, Li Sitan explained the significance of the gold professional medal.

Old Wang rolled his eyes, thinking it was just a small token that had taken away all the shiny coins. In the Imperial Nine Heavens, the most profitable thing wasn’t potions but runes. A new rune meant the birth of a wealthy individual.

Making money was not possible here, especially in the Holy Sanctuary, where rune masters were noble and supported by the sanctuary.

This system was wrong; how could it inspire initiative?

Of course, the medal still had its uses. Generally, getting a silver medal was impressive enough. This rune was truly remarkable, considered a significant achievement recognized throughout the Alliance. Having such an honor would elevate one’s status wherever they went and even grant certain privileges at the Professional Center and locally, acting as a kind of pass.

"However, don’t become complacent. You still have a long way to go. With fame and a foundation, more people will watch your progress. This is both an honor and pressure. You should remain humble and cautious, moving forward step by step."

"This is indeed a coincidence, Senior Brother. You’re absolutely right; we shouldn’t be too proud!" Old Wang said humbly: "Under your guidance, I will study harder and strive to contribute to the Alliance’s rune industry someday."

"Senior Brother Li Sitan, rest assured. I will also learn diligently from Senior Brother Wang Feng," Yin Fu said, clearly more serious than Old Wang. She never took learning lightly.

Seeing their mutual humility and dedication, Mo Tong felt the air in the classroom reeked of insincere politeness.

Damn, in this murky world, only he remained pure…

"Very well." Li Sitan nodded in satisfaction: "Let’s begin our class."

With only three students and a mentor of Li Sitan’s caliber, and with geniuses like Wang Feng and Yin Fu, the class progressed rapidly, giving the mentor a great sense of accomplishment.

Today, Li Sitan discussed some rare First Order runes, using more advanced and obscure engraving techniques. This indicated the end of the first phase of the course. Recently, Li Sitan often mentioned Second Order runes, preparing them for the next stage.

As the saying goes, a teacher leads the way, but the student must walk the path. The school wouldn’t wait until you fully mastered First Order runes before teaching the next stage; otherwise, most people would never graduate.

Compared to First Order runes, Second Order runes not only had enhanced effects but also broader applications, including combat, support, and crafting.

Yin Fu was particularly interested in crafting-related runes. Whenever she heard about them, she found them easier to understand due to her experience repairing the modified motorcycle with Senior Brother Wang Feng. More importantly, she knew that Senior Brother Wang Feng enjoyed this, so she did too.

………………

"Junior Brother Mo Tong!" Old Wang smiled sincerely.

After a two-hour class, there was a twenty-minute break.

Usually, this was Mo Tong’s happiest time, but now he was unhappy.

Just moments ago, they had ignored his veto and excluded him, yet now they acted as if nothing happened. What was this guy made of?

"What do you want?" Mo Tong kept his composure, looking down at this shameless man.

"It’s like this," Old Wang said with a smile: "I have a buddy on my team, Fantasia. He’s training hard but can’t find a sparring partner. Would you be willing to guide him?"

Fantasia? The one who charged with a big sword and got blown away by Yin Fu?

"Nice try!" Mo Tong said proudly: "Such a waste isn’t worthy of us Mahoraga! Besides, since it’s your request, forget it!"

"I knew you wouldn’t agree, so how about a deal?" Old Wang chuckled: "Your rune skills are lagging behind. Haven’t mastered First Order runes yet? Our Senior Brother Li Sitan is already preparing to teach Second Order runes. Want me to help you catch up?"

"As a Mahoraga, do I need your help? Save it!" Mentioning runes made Mo Tong even more annoyed. Li Sitan clearly hadn’t catered to his pace, focusing instead on Wang Feng and Yin Fu, treating him like a mere observer. He was a formal student of the rune department, after all!

"Well, then there’s nothing I can do." Old Wang looked regretful yet relieved: "I was just trying. Actually, it’s better this way."

"What do you mean?" Mo Tong perked up, thinking this guy was trying to mock him.

If I get a chance, I’ll beat you so badly your mother won’t recognize you!

"Don’t misunderstand, Junior Brother!" Old Wang said seriously: "Undoubtedly, you’re strong. As a sparring partner, you’d be perfect, but you hit too hard. My friend Fantasia is a bit low-level…"

"To be honest, although we train Fantasia out of goodwill, seeing him bruised every day makes me feel bad," Old Wang sighed: "He’s my closest friend, the softest spot in my heart. When you hit him, it hurts me. Unless you promise to go easy, I can’t bear to let you be his sparring partner. But you’re a serious Mahoraga, always giving your all in battle. Even as your senior, I doubt I can change your mind."

Mo Tong’s eyes lit up.

Wang Feng wasn’t lying. Yin Fu had told him that Wang Feng treated Fantasia well, like brothers. They were always seen together, which Mo Tong had witnessed firsthand.

Humans say, “Brothers are like limbs.”

Hitting Fantasia was like hitting half of Wang Feng. Damn, this works.

"Cough, you’re right. Being serious is our Mahoraga trait. And since you’re so sincere, I’ll do it reluctantly!"

"No, no, it’s okay. Just a suggestion. Don’t force yourself," Old Wang frowned: "I can’t betray my best friend Fantasia."

"Not forcing myself at all!" Mo Tong said eagerly, enjoying Wang Feng’s discomfort: "Helping fellow disciples is our duty. Do you want him to keep falling behind?"

At that moment, Mo Tong tried to mimic his Mahoraga master’s tone.