Nine Yang Alchemy Em Chapter 48: Who is Really Blind?

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Who is Really Blind?

"Mine is only seven hundred years old!"

Lin Yuxin, however, appeared forthright and composed. She took off her basket and let the teacher appraise it.

Just as she said, after the appraisal, the teacher announced that the oldest dicinal herb she had gathered was seven hundred years old.

Although her achievent was not as good as Qiao Sheng, it was already very impressive.

With both beauty and figure, coupled with outstanding Alchemy Dao talent, Lin Yuxin was a talent in both looks and intellect. She imdiately beca the focus of the whole venue, receiving fervent gazes from countless boys.

So were shy and timid, others were passionately crazy, opinions varied.

"Lin Yuxin, well done! You’ve done very well already, only slightly lesser than . Besides, you’re a girl, you’re bound to be a bit weaker than boys!" Qiao Sheng looked at Lin Yuxin, his face showing a gentleman’s gentle smile.

On the surface, he appeared modest, but the underlying arrogance of looking down on everyone was quite uncomfortable.

This is the most classic case of wanting to be a bitch but also setting up a virtuous front.

Lin Yuxin was not at all fond of Qiao Sheng; instead, Chu Feng’s image erged in her mind.

At this mont, defeated by Qiao Sheng, she could only watch as her class flaunted their superiority boastfully in front of Class 5.

Although many people pinned their hopes on Liu Ping, she felt that the only person who could possibly defeat Qiao Sheng was definitely Chu Feng.

"Eh, where’s Chu Feng? Why hasn’t he co back yet?" Lin Yuxin looked around and did not see Chu Feng.

"That poor student, overestimating his own capabilities, made a bet with . I guess he must still be in dicine Mountain now, frantically searching for older dicinal herbs."

"It’s a pity, though, talent, experience, knowledge, all these are very important. Chu Feng that poor student, trying to compensate through hard work, is destined to be just like ’The Foolish Old Man Moves Mountains’."

Qiao Sheng found that Lin Yuxin was ignoring him, which made him quite annoyed.

Hearing her concern for Chu Feng, Qiao Sheng imdiately spoke out, harshly ridiculing Chu Feng.

"Hehe, in my opinion, Chu Feng probably knows he’s bound to lose and is hiding away in dicine Mountain!"

"Maybe he even fell to his death!"

Liu Ping sneered slyly, and the dozen or so lackeys behind him also had strange expressions, smiling on their faces.

They personally forced Chu Feng to jump off the cliff, and without even thinking about it, he must have certainly died from the fall.

"How can you all speak about Chu Feng like that! Even if he lacks talent, as long as he is diligent, he will eventually achieve decent results. He might even surpass you!" Lin Yuxin couldn’t help but angrily rebuke these people upon hearing their venomous words.

Her defense of Chu Feng only made Liu Ping and Qiao Sheng and the others more jealous.

"Yu Xin, I really don’t know what’s so good about that boy Chu Feng! You’re actually defending him like this!"

"Everyone has co back, only he hasn’t; I think he must have definitely died from the fall!"

Liu Ping’s eyes showed a trace of chilling coldness.

"Liu Ping...I died so miserably!" A hoarse and low voice sounded, and everyone couldn’t help but turn their heads to look back towards dicine Mountain.

At this mont, the sun had completely set.

As the sky gradually darkened and the yin wind blew softly, it made people feel a bit creepy.

They saw a young man in tattered clothes, with the dicine basket on his back and hair disheveled, striding towards them.

Liu Ping and the students who chased Chu Feng had their faces drastically changed.

Especially Liu Ping, who was utterly frightened by Chu Feng, his face turning pale, and asked the approaching Chu Feng with a trembling voice, "Are you, are you a human or a ghost?" He kept backing away, clearly very frightened.

"Wuu wuu... I am a ghost coming to claim lives..." As Chu Feng ca closer, he suddenly jerked his head, frightening Liu Ping to scream and fall directly to the ground.

I almost peed myself.

"There are no ghosts in this world. Chu Feng, stop ssing around!" Xie Bing, being Chu Feng’s teacher, quickly spoke up to stop his antics.

Chu Feng gave Teacher Xie Bing a broad smile, fixed his hair, and said, "If you have a clear conscience, you wouldn’t be scared of ghosts knocking on your door at midnight! Teacher, I was just trying to scare them. Look, Liu Ping got so frightened; he must have done many guilty things!"

It turned out to be just a farce, and upon hearing this, many students laughed.

In utter disarray, Liu Ping struggled up from the ground, having made a fool of himself by falling over due to Chu Feng pretending to be a ghost. Liu Ping, with a livid face, glared at Chu Feng and angrily said, "Chu Feng, f*ck your mother! You trash, take out the dicinal herbs you’ve collected so the teacher can evaluate them, then kneel in the playground and call yourself an idiot!"

"Before that, this Prince will enlighten you!"

"Let you see what a gap looks like!"

As he spoke, Liu Ping handed the basket to the teacher.

Liu Ping didn’t dare to compare himself with Qiao Sheng, but he viciously trampled on his own people, shalessly humiliating Chu Feng.

The evaluation result ca out quickly.

"Liu Ping, among the collected dicinal herbs, the oldest is a blood ganoderma, six hundred years old!"

Normally, a six hundred-year-old dicinal herb would be quite impressive and certainly cause exclamations of admiration. But since there had already been an eight hundred-year-old and a seven hundred-year-old one, Liu Ping’s mont of glory was imdiately overshadowed.

Aside from Liu Ping’s lackeys, who were aggressively sucking up to him, the other students’ expressions were very calm.

Which made the triumphant Liu Ping quite bored.

This blood ganoderma was, after all, found by him and his lackeys in a stolen tomb they had entered into, not without great difficulty.

Every year, people enter dicine Mountain to collect herbs. It’s rare to find even a hundred-year-old dicinal herb, let alone a six-hundred-year-old one.

"Chu Feng, you rember our bet, right?"

"Take out the dicinal herbs you collected. The oldest dicinal herb I collected is eight hundred years old," Qiao Sheng said proudly.

"Really want to compare? Maybe let’s just forget it!" Chu Feng intentionally played dumb, pretending to be weak.

"Cut the crap, bring them out now!" How could Qiao Sheng let Chu Feng go?

Ouyang Xiu also took the opportunity to start spouting wild boasts and nonsense in front of Xie Bing. This man was truly sowhat perverted, trying every possible way to get revenge since his love was not reciprocated.

"Bring it here!"

Ouyang Xiu even personally took action, forcefully taking Chu Feng’s basket, and then took out the only Seven Stars Grass inside.

"Haha, a twenty-eight-year-old Seven Stars Grass! This ti, you’re in last place again, genius!"

After looking at the dicinal herb Chu Feng harvested a couple of tis, Ouyang Xiu held it up above his head for everyone to see.

"Teacher Xie Bing, your student is really sothing! Even if others perform poorly, they can at least collect a hundred-year-old dicinal herb. But him? He managed to collect a twenty-eight-year-old dicinal herb, did you teach him that?"

This comnt was extrely malicious, not only humiliating Chu Feng but also openly criticizing Xie Bing’s teaching abilities in front of everyone.

Xie Bing was so angry she was nearly crying, with tears glistening in her eyes.

"Qiao Sheng, if you’re so great, take a look at this Seven Stars Grass. How old is it?" Chu Feng calmly said, smiling at Qiao Sheng.

"Are you blind? The number of leaves on the Seven Stars Grass corresponds to its age! It’s twenty-eight years old, can’t you see?" Qiao Sheng couldn’t help but curse.

Chu Feng didn’t speak, he took it to the dean, "Then please, dean, have a look!"