"What?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback. Mu Daxian had just muttered something that sounded like birdsong. Apart from the strange pronunciation, he hadn't understood a single word, something about "Great Forest," something like "she compared it to mom's..."

Lin Yi was equally shocked.

Compared to Mao Feiyang, who knew nothing, Lin Yi felt a formidable power seeping through the void when he heard this phrase. It fell on him and Mao Feiyang like a glass dome, severing his blind, foolish curiosity toward the Conceptual level sculpture.

"This, this language...?!"

Lin Yi's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his pupils violently fluctuated, these obscure syllables, the bizarre rhythms, he had heard it several times when he drifted into a dazed state, from beyond the ocean!

And also heard them from the mouths of the Heretical Choir!

However, whether it was the voices carried by the sea breeze or heard from the Heretical Choir, one could feel a kind of pure maliciousness and countless twisted emotions entangled together, along with a deep, compelling call to the heart.

But from Mu Daxian's mouth, it had another flavor, strange indeed, but not much malice, only a shaking sensation, like a marching drum, thunderous and deafening, making one unstable on their feet, the spirit immensely exhilarated,

"This Mu Daxian... could it be he held multiple roles, not only a Dormitory Supervisor, but he even stayed with that crazy Heretical Choir?!"

Mu Daxian glanced at him, "A 'Cautions' from the 'Iron Law of the Night Watchman,' when recited under an absolute will, can effectively resist spiritual Contamination."

Lin Yi: "???"

Not... Lin Yi wondered if he had heard wrongly.

What had Mu Daxian just said?

"Iron Law of the Night Watchman"

What the hell is that?!

It sounds like a kind of rule, but Iron Law, Iron Law... it feels like it's a whole notch higher in both class and swagger!

And... what did Mu Daxian just say?

["A 'Cautions' from the 'Iron Law of the Night Watchman']"

That damn... Lin Yi felt somewhat confused, his estimate of Mu Daxian having been a Dormitory Supervisor and stayed with the Heretical Choir was apparently too conservative!

Could it be that he actually retired from being a Night Watchman?!

Lin Yi looked at Mu Daxian with thick complexity and admiration in his eyes. If that were true, Mu Daxian could surely be called "the god of Ancient Greece for juggling jobs."

However, due to the information gap, Mao Feiyang couldn't even begin to think of what Lin Yi was thinking, only feeling that Mu Daxian was awesome but not knowing where his awesomeness lay. His first reaction was not to needlessly ask, to see if he could by chance ask into what Lin Yi was curious about—the "Iron Law of the Night Watchman," what meaning this strange and magical phrase had, if it held some special power, or something of the sort...

Instead, he went straight to hug Mu Daxian's leg...

And the instant he did it, he was ruthlessly pressed to the ground by Mu Daxian, resulting in the classic "I can't breathe.jpg..."

"Damn, cough, cough... sounds like it's awesome... coach, I want to learn this... cough, cough..." despite being genuinely pressed to the ground, Mao Feiyang still held on to his view.

Mu Daxian released him: "Can't teach you, unless you really decide not to leave."

"Damn!" Mao Feiyang shivered, finally snapping back to reality, "Is this part of the 'beneath the book cover' content?"

Mu Daxian looked at him, a playful smile appearing on his lips: "Almost the last page, huh? So, you still dare to know more?"

Mao Feiyang quickly shook his head like a rattle, this time truly curious but daring not to be overly so.

"He... is too terrifying." Mao Feiyang was shaken with fear; he had indeed been attracted. If not for Mu Daxian, he probably would have been in grave danger.

No, he might not even have had the chance to be in danger; it would have been straight back to Earth online.

"Actually..." Mu Daxian spoke again, "He is not an enemy, but more fearsome than one, because..."

"We don't even qualify to be His enemies."

The bottom of Mao Feiyang's heart thumped, silenced profoundly by Mu Daxian.

Mu Daxian continued, "That's why the school devised some rules... "

Mao Feiyang had a flash of insight: "Are the rules meant to combat Him?"

"Combat? Are you joking?" Mu Daxian said with a bitter smile, shaking his head, having no intention to even give Mao Feiyang a couple more berating words, "The rules... they are meant to keep you all as far away from Him as possible."

"Whether it's the rules for Experience Students or for us, they almost never mention going against Him."

"Especially the Experience Students, most of them are not capable of combating Pseudo-Humans or Purebred Nightwalkers. Even if they could, they would experience Contamination due to the combat."

"So, no matter what they do, unless they keep zero contact with the Polluter, there's always a chance to deepen the Contamination."

"Hence, the Experience Student's rules follow the 'five nos' principle: no concern, no asking, no listening, no watching, no acting, primarily playing a hand of 'Ignore.'

As for our Art Department... It's quite similar, but we target the weak and avoid the strong, never touch the invincible, better to circle far around even those we can beat."

"In short, avoid if possible; if unavoidable, then go all out, either don't act, or act with all your might."

Mao Feiyang listened dumbfounded, only able to nod repeatedly. This was truly the lesson of a great master, emphasizing theory and directly teaching in practice—what could be more efficient than this method?

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