Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Suspicion II

The incident of the midnight invasion of the Yang Qi fire had happened three days ago.

In these three days, Ming Yue had been examined by various old professors in the Feng Ling Institute, with each one eager to study her strange and peculiar constitution.

Yesterday, in the incantation class, Professor Wang Yangming specifically called on Ming Yue, who had the dog-chewed head, to draw some blood and compare her Yang Qi concentration with substances like Realgar snake gall.

Reduced to the Five Poisons treatment, Ming Yue's second brother: "..."

The entire class gave her a formal salute.

Such attention from the people in the institute could be understood.

Ming Yue had spent five hours in the Yang Qi fire, and apart from her hairstyle being burned, nothing else happened.

A complete joke!

No one would believe it if told!

Good news never leaves the house, but bad news travels a thousand miles.

In the Ghost Slaying industry, everyone knew that Ming Yue from the Jinling Ming family had heavy Yang Qi, but now it was different. The term “heavy” was directly replaced by “bomb” by her classmates in the institute.

So, Ming Yue became, essentially, the Yang Qi bomb.

This was no longer just an exaggerated metaphor.

In no time, many fourth-year students, big or small, modified their graduation topics and forcefully included Ming Yue’s case in their papers, expanding their evidence while also making Feng Ling and Ming Yue famous.

What overwhelming Yang Qi!

One of the major rules of the Ghost Slaying industry is the mutual restraint of Yin and Yang, which is based on the Yang Qi of the living to develop battle-winning techniques.

As long as Yang Qi is properly activated, not only can you navigate through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but you could even freely come and go in the eighteen layers of Hell.

If this "Ming Yue" model could be properly developed, even if only in a limited scope for replication and imitation, it could significantly enhance the battle capabilities of ghost slayers.

After two years of warming up, increasing influence, and possibly making it part of the textbook for the Yin and Yang Sensory course, Feng Ling Institute at Jin University would forever be honored with this addition.

Ming Yue only learned about these subsequent impacts in the past two days while chatting with senior students.At this point, she truly understood why Qin Lin had not immediately responded when she asked early that morning, "Is this a good thing?"

The influence was indeed huge.

So huge that it was difficult to evaluate in a single dimension whether it was good or bad.

At 3 PM.

In the Qingcong Café in front of the College of Literature, Lü Xingru had ordered two cappuccinos and was sorting through his graduation thesis materials while waiting for his interviewee to arrive.

Graduation was near, and the joint examination for the hundred universities was not far off.

At this time, the fourth-year students had to plan their time down to the minute.

Right now, heavily revising and filling out the content of their papers was a very risky thing to do.

However, Lü Xingru's thesis topic was the basic science of Yin and Yang. He had chosen a small angle to explore the role and types of Yin-Yang eyes—this was a topic that could easily result in a good paper. As long as enough unique Yin-Yang eyes could be gathered, it would be easy to get published in an A journal.

Once the A journal was secured, the outstanding thesis would be secured, and Lü Xingru would definitely obtain an A-level pre-selection score for this year's joint examination.

Yes.

Lü Xingru's ultimate goal, aside from writing a good paper that could open up academic pathways, was the pre-selection score for the joint examination—this could also be converted into an additive score before entering the official examination.

The pre-selection score had many factors that determined it.

The reputation of top students from each school, the number of publications, evaluations of practical projects they had participated in with mentors or other teams, and so on—all of these would affect the rating of the pre-selection score.

The elimination rate for the hundred-school joint examination was extremely high, with the passing rate consistently at 25%–30%. The final grade evaluation included both the pre-selection score and the test score.

At this moment, Lü Xingru was fighting for the pre-selection score.

Ming Yue was a good example.

Whether it was her extraordinary talent, unparalleled combat intuition, or her extremely strange Yin-Yang eyes.

All of these were highly valuable examples to write about.

The cappuccinos were served, steaming with heat.Lü Xingru took a sip and then flipped through the materials in front of him.

This was fresh testimony.

The collected data was about the entire process of the Baoshan Hospital incident from a few months ago. The individuals who contributed were senior students like Zhou Jingren, Chen Xiu, and Zhai Dan.

Among them, Chen Xiu, as Lü Xingru’s classmate, was questioned in the most detail.

Coincidentally, Chen Xiu was the one who worked alongside Ming Yue at the Baoshan scene, so he had a lot to say.

"Abnormalities in her constitution and eyes?" At the cafeteria, Chen Xiu chewed on some broccoli and vaguely replied with a question.

"What abnormalities?"

"I did notice that this girl has a lot of guts."

"If I had to say something, Ming Yue has excellent strategic thinking. She’s very sensitive to both Yin and Yang energy. As for the Eight God Incantations, she’s still too young, so she probably can’t do that yet, but she’s very flexible and proficient in using the great laws of Yin and Yang."

"She’s quick to react, knows when to push and pull."

"She’s suitable for tasks that require quick breakthroughs—also," Chen Xiu rubbed his chin and recalled that rainy night at Baoshan, when Ming Yue made her bold move to storm into the seventh floor obstetrics ward:

"—she’s calm under pressure, very responsible, and often does things that break from convention."

However, Lü Xingru wasn’t concerned about Ming Yue’s personality.

He was not one to give compliments easily, and at this moment, all attention was focused sharply on Ming Yue's Yin-Yang eyes and her constitution.

"This isn’t the point."

Lü Xingru interrupted the president of the Spirit Institute, who was eager to praise the junior.

"Ming Yue’s Yin-Yang eyes don’t work properly; that’s not a secret."

"Talk more about this aspect, Chen Xiu."

Chen Xiu: "..."

Chen Xiu sarcastically replied, "Can you be any more annoying, Lü Xingru?"

"Ming Yue’s Yin-Yang eyes indeed have a big problem. Most of us ghost hunters are born with Yin eyes for Yin and Yang eyes for Yang. As living people, we don’t need to generate Yang with our eyes."

"But Ming Yue is different. Her Yin eyes only serve as a container, or you could understand it as—sea eyes, which create a whirlpool effect.""Her Yin eyes completely lack the essential function of a Yin-Yang eye, which is the source of Yin energy."

Lü Xingru: "So, Ming Yue's Yin eyes are defective?"

"..." Chen Xiu felt a little uncomfortable with the term "defective" but nodded anyway, "You could say that."

Lü Xingru: "That doesn't make sense."

"The birth of a living person is inherently accompanied by basic Yin-Yang balance; this is the way of the heavens."

"There may be small-scale Yin-Yang imbalances, but it’s impossible for it to be imbalanced to this extent."

"Ming Yue's Yang energy is so strong. If there’s not even one Yin energy source to establish a balance, how could she have been born successfully?"

"Early death or malformed fetuses are just exaggerated praises for her."

Chen Xiu: "..."

Chen Xiu furrowed his brows, "Can you speak more politely?"

Lü Xingru: "I can't."

"There’s definitely something wrong with this."

"Chen Xiu, don’t tell me you, as the president, haven’t suspected this matter."

"If you really haven’t thought it through, I’ll suspect you of election fraud."

Chen Xiu: "..."

How come I never noticed how sharp-tongued the class president is?

At the time in the cafeteria, it was noisy, and Chen Xiu really wanted to brush this matter off with a joke. After all, he had included some of Ming Yue's testimony in his paper, and if he clashed with Lü Xingru, it would be very awkward. But Lü Xingru’s gaze was so piercing, like cold stars—there was no way to avoid it.

"I've thought about it, of course."

"But there’s no answer."

"Ming Yue hasn’t lost any limbs and has lived well up to now. Her Yin eyes have been blind since childhood. This is the objective reality."

"The existence of this is reasonable, old man."Lü Xingru remained indifferent: "Reason cannot override the Yin-Yang laws."

"Yin-Yang balance is the correct principle, Chen Xiu."

"What are you implying?"

"Ming Yue's Yin eyes are caused by artificial factors?"

Chen Xiu coldly looked at him: "So? Are you going to investigate your junior's family's past?"

Lü Xingru: "To do research, one must have a tenacious heart."

Chen Xiu spat: "Cut the crap, tenacious heart? Look at you trying so hard."

He waved his hand: "If you’re so capable, go ahead and ask. I bet you won’t get anything."

Lü Xingru: "…"

Lü Xingru: "Why?"

Chen Xiu sneered: "I can’t be bothered to explain. Go try and see for yourself."

The Ming family’s legacy, during that night-long conversation at Baoshan, Chen Xiu only learned the tip of the iceberg.

The power of the Ming family made him realize that even if Ming Yue had encountered some scandalous incident, it wouldn't be easy to dig up.

On the surface, the Ming family appeared splendid, but upon closer examination, it was full of deep pits.

So, Lü Xingru, go ahead.

If you get something out of it, I’ll admit defeat.

When it comes to matters of human relations, Chen Xiu, who had been president for two years, was far more proficient than Lü Xingru, who specialized in research.

But Lü Xingru, sitting in the café, didn’t think that way.

He had a premonition.

This unstable paper, with the addition of Ming Yue’s case, would shine brilliantly, securing a spot in the A-level journals.Ding-ling, the doorbell rang.

Someone pushed the door open.

Lü Xingru looked up in response, then paused for a moment, slightly stunned.

Ming Li was graceful, with a captivating gaze, but she wasn’t a delicate young lady.

Lü Xingru hadn’t expected Ming Yue to be so stunning in appearance.

But she truly matched her surname—except for that messy, dog-chewed head of hair.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Senior," Ming Yue apologized.

"No problem, I came too early," Lü Xingru replied.

"I really appreciate you agreeing to let me collect your case as an example," Lü Xingru said, rarely offering a smile.

The two exchanged only a few pleasantries before Lü Xingru went straight to the point.

Ming Yue immediately straightened her back, ready to contribute to her senior's excellent paper.

The question mostly focused on Ming Yue's pure Yang constitution.

Ming Yue answered precisely, with many of her words directly usable in the paper without the need for any edits.

"Yes, my Yang energy has always been very strong. My birth chart, the environment I grew up in, my way of thinking, all lean heavily toward Yang energy development."

"If I talk about my living environment, the Ming family mansion in Jinling is a Yin residence. Growing up in a Yin environment promotes the growth of more Yang energy, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to maintain my good health."

"Yin-Yang eyes?"

"Since I can remember, my Yin eyes have only served as a container. They no longer produce Yin energy."

"In actual combat, it’s a disadvantage. I need a sufficiently dense Yin energy environment to use my Yin-Yang eyes properly."

"Yes, in ordinary environments, I often can't see spirits clearly."

"Advantages? I see the causal chain very clearly... does that count?"

Chattering away, Ming Yue spoke quickly and fluently, finishing her part in half an hour without even needing a sip of water."......"

Lü Xingru kept writing, his frown growing tighter with every line.

The logic of her words wasn’t problematic.

But everything was vague and unsubstantiated.

She had definitely prepared in advance.

"Junior, let me interrupt you."

Lü Xingru finally decided to speak up. Ming Yue nodded, signaling for him to ask whatever he had in mind.

"I have a rather impolite question."

"Does your strange constitution have anything to do with the depletion of your Yin eyes?"

"Just give me your subjective judgment."

"......"

Ming Yue lowered her eyelids. "I don't think so."

"Is that so?" Lü Xingru wasn't sure if she was lying.

"Alright, let me ask one last question."

"Is your Yin eye a congenital deficiency, or was it caused by external factors?"

"Don’t try to fool me. You need to understand that if we deduce based on the current polarity of your Yang energy, and trace it back to your birth—it's very likely you couldn't have been born smoothly."

"You should understand the grand law of Yin-Yang balance by now, you’re almost a sophomore."

Lü Xingru stared at Ming Yue, his rational and cold demeanor as a researcher laying bare.

Ming Yue smiled, "Senior, you’re joking."

"It must have been a congenital deficiency."

"How could it be caused by external factors?"

"Could it be that you’re hinting... that my eyes were dug out?"