Chapter 127: Invitation—Mystic Sect Yin Clan
Nice hair. Hideously ugly glasses. Head lowered—his physiognomy couldn’t be seen clearly.
Su Keke subconsciously pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on her own nose bridge and felt that the pair Luo Man had chosen for her looked way better than this guy’s.
How on earth did he manage to pick such an ugly pair of glasses?
The person was walking straight toward them, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone, apparently reading some message.
…A man you could toss into a crowd and never find again.
Luo Man was shocked. “Keke, this is the ‘male idol’ that ghost has been yearning for?”
She wasn’t even a looks-focused person, yet she still felt this guy had no outstanding qualities at all—maybe the only thing was that he was quite tall, around 185 cm.
As if sensing their gaze, the boy walking along lifted his head and glanced over.
It was a casual glance, but the moment he saw Su Keke, something shifted in his eyes, and his expression changed slightly.
With that subtle change, he instantly looked less dull and wooden, becoming more vivid. And once his face was lifted, although those black-rimmed glasses dragged his looks down hard, the high nose bridge and nice lip shape still kept his “low attractiveness” at a certain level.
When Su Keke met his gaze, she also froze slightly.
…A fellow practitioner.
The starving ghost suddenly said excitedly, “Little mystic, little mystic—am I imagining it? Why do I feel like my idol just looked at me?”
Su Keke thought to herself: Not your imagination. He really can see you.
He only paused very briefly, then kept walking toward them.
Su Keke thought he would simply pass by, but as they crossed paths, he suddenly said to her, “Come with me. Let’s talk somewhere else.”
Luo Man and the starving ghost were both completely confused.
Did these two know each other already?
The Imperial Capital University campus was huge. Yin Shaoli led the two women and one ghost to an empty pavilion.
Yin Shaoli leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, and looked at Su Keke.
He was still in that baggy, loose outfit, still wearing those ugly black-rimmed glasses, yet with that posture—and with the sudden change in his eyes—his whole aura was different.
Beside them, the starving ghost suddenly hopped up. “Little mystic, look! I didn’t lie, did I? My idol is really super handsome! I really want to yank off his glasses and let you see his true face!”
“Long time no see,” Yin Shaoli suddenly said, his gaze landing straight on the starving ghost.
The starving ghost’s expression changed drastically. She shot backward several meters at once. “Y-you… you can see me?”
Yin Shaoli swept her a glance and withdrew his eyes, then asked Su Keke, “Is the one beside you your friend? Can she be trusted?”
Su Keke hurriedly said, “She can. Manman knows I’m a feng shui practitioner.”
Luo Man nodded at the man across from her. “So you’re Keke’s peer. If it’s inconvenient, I can step aside.”
“No need.”
Yin Shaoli looked at Su Keke. “I am a disciple of the Yin clan of the Mystic Sect. May I ask which lineage you belong to?”
Su Keke paused, then replied, “I come from the Su clan of the Mystic Sect.”
“The Su clan of the Mystic Sect?” Yin Shaoli frowned slightly.
He had never heard of such a Su clan.
Su Keke hadn’t either—because she had just made it up on the spot.
In truth, she didn’t know about the Yin clan either. Master had never told her what mystic sects existed in today’s world. She only knew of some ancient Dao lineages from history, like Maoshan and Guiyi, as well as some fringe sects led by Miao-region witchcraft and gu arts.
“I had my eye on your talent and intended to recruit you as an inner disciple of the Yin clan,” Yin Shaoli said. “But since you’ve already entered another lineage, I can’t force it.”
After a pause, he suggested, “However, you can consider joining the Yin clan as an outer disciple. The Yin clan widely accepts apprentices. Even if you’ve trained elsewhere, you can still enter the Yin clan as an outer disciple.
Outer disciples can’t learn certain key talisman scripts and formations, but otherwise there’s little difference between outer and inner disciples.”
Su Keke’s mouth fell open in surprise.
Was he inviting her into his sect?
He had only met her once, and he could already tell her talent?
The boy in front of her was called Yin Shaoli—and he was a feng shui practitioner too. So the modern feng shui book she’d been reading lately… was written by him?
“You’re… Master Yin?” Su Keke suddenly asked, staring at him so hard her eyes almost glowed.
Yin Shaoli gave a short laugh. “Outsiders call my grandfather ‘Master Yin.’ I’m not worthy of that title.”
“Then the modern feng shui book was written by you? I really like your book. I read it every day. You wrote it so well—did you verify everything you wrote in it?”
Yin Shaoli first froze, then carefully examined the little sister whose eyes were shining.
He had received plenty of admiring looks before, but someone who could express it so directly to his face—so bluntly in words—was something he’d never seen.
“You mean that feng shui book I made up?”
“Made up?” Su Keke looked at him in disbelief. “Impossible! You explained everything so clearly. There’s no way you made it up!”
When it came to her profession, Su Keke was serious—very serious, and very particular.
Yin Shaoli said evenly, “Half true, half false—mixing truth and lies. Doesn’t that count as making it up?”
“It doesn’t,” Luo Man couldn’t help cutting in. “I’ve read that book too. You clearly researched it from a scientific, materialist angle and looked through a lot of references. Many things are supported by evidence.”
Yin Shaoli looked at her again. “You’ve studied metaphysics and feng shui?”
“Just a little interest. What you wrote is very interesting.”
“I did look through relevant materials,” Yin Shaoli said, “but there are many things I wrote that even I haven’t truly figured out. I just made it logically consistent. Maybe in the near future, what I said will be proven right—or maybe it will be proven wrong.”
“But so far, what you’ve said is very convincing,” Luo Man said. “At least, many of your viewpoints convinced me—like your field theory and electromagnetic-wave theory…”
After recovering from her fright, the starving ghost floated behind Su Keke and whispered, “Why are those two suddenly having a whole conversation?”
Su Keke smiled. “Probably because top student meets top student—lots of common ground.”
The starving ghost clicked her tongue. “Even if they have common ground, my idol still won’t fall for her. I’ve realized it—my idol just doesn’t have that romance nerve.”
Su Keke’s eyes curved slightly. “You’re overthinking it. They’re just seriously discussing an academic topic right now. Not everything is about romance.”
The starving ghost gave an “Oh,” and stopped talking.
Maybe she really was that shallow kind of girl—always thinking about love and romance. But weren’t girls their age exactly the kind who were most easily stirred by feelings? It wasn’t like she was the only one.
So she was normal. The little mystic was the abnormal one. Eighteen already, and she still didn’t even glance twice at a handsome guy—could it be that, like her idol, she also lacked the romance nerve?
