He also found it a bit strange. In fact, he had privately sought out professors specializing in ancient seal script to tutor him. He recognized almost all commonly used ancient seal characters and had memorized their various meanings thoroughly. However, he could confirm that he had never seen this character before.

“Olivia Turner, what do you think?” Mr. Harris just smiled and called on another girl.

The girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, had delicate features and a hint of baby fat. Dressed in a snow-white martial arts uniform, her tall and shapely figure stood out.

She was the vice class monitor of Class Eleven, and the goddess secretly admired by most of the boys in the class—Olivia Turner.

Speaking of which, Olivia Turner's background was also a big mystery in the class. She hadn’t entered the school through the normal process, but had transferred in last year. When she first transferred, Olivia Turner's cultivation was only at the third level of the Physical Body Realm, but after just one year, she had already reached the ninth level.

Such talent had even drawn the attention of the school’s top administrators, and she had admirers from other schools as well.

Olivia Turner, Adam Cooper, and David Morgan were the three students with the highest cultivation in Class Eleven, the faces of the class. Whenever there was a competition with other classes, the three of them were always the main force.

While many were still working hard for the upcoming academic and martial arts class division in a month, the three of them were already certain to enter the martial arts class.

“Mr. Harris, I think this character probably isn’t an onomatopoeia, but a noun—possibly a type of creature. Judging from its form, that’s my guess!”

Olivia Turner stood up and spoke in a clear, crisp voice.

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on Mr. Harris’s face, and he asked, “Does anyone else have any other opinions?”

Suddenly, Brian Carter raised his hand, stood up, and said, “Mr. Harris, I know what this character means!”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Brian Carter, because Mr. Harris was asking them to guess the meaning of the character, which was clearly beyond their current curriculum.

And yet Brian Carter claimed he knew.

“Oh? Then let’s hear it!” Mr. Harris said with a smile.

“The vice class monitor is right. The meaning of this character is actually a kind of giant ferocious bird!” Brian Carter said with absolute certainty.

For others, these ancient seal characters might require guessing, but he actually knew this script. The memories of the Pill Emperor in his mind were so vivid—back in that era, this was the script in use.

Not to mention the common characters, even some extremely rare ones, he recognized them all.

“Nonsense!” This shout came from David Morgan. “Brian Carter, stop pretending to know what you don’t. Even I don’t know it—how could you?”

“Hey, I don’t like what you’re saying. Just because you don’t know it, does that mean no one else can? Mr. Harris hasn’t even said anything yet, so what are you jumping out for?”

Adam Cooper immediately jumped up and retorted. He just couldn’t stand David Morgan’s attitude.

“You…” David Morgan was secretly annoyed, a sinister look flashing in his eyes. He was angry that Brian Carter dared to imply his explanation was wrong, and besides, he simply didn’t believe Brian Carter actually understood.

Over the past few years, he had hired specialized tutors to learn ancient seal script, and he had memorized the meanings of various characters very well. But even he didn’t recognize this character. How could Brian Carter, who came from a poor family, possibly know?

“All right, that’s enough—stop arguing!”

Chapter 8: An Astonishing Power of Prediction

Mr. Harris coughed, and the two had to stop. Then Mr. Harris said, “Brian Carter is correct. This character does indeed represent a kind of ferocious bird. I didn’t expect you to know that. The meaning of this character has only recently been clarified—even many professional researchers of ancient seal script don’t know it. It seems you’ve put in a lot of effort! Very good, very good!”

Mr. Harris’s words made David Morgan blush bright red, half from being angered by Adam Cooper, and half from having guessed completely wrong earlier. Although Olivia Turner wasn’t as accurate as Brian Carter, at least she had guessed it represented an animal.

But his guess of an onomatopoeia was completely off the mark.

Brian Carter immediately felt two gazes turn toward him—one was the class monitor David Morgan’s, cold and sinister; the other was the vice class monitor Olivia Turner’s, slightly curious. It seemed she had never expected that the most inconspicuous boy in the class would be so knowledgeable in this area.

“In that case, let me test you further!” Mr. Harris then wrote several extremely rare ancient seal characters on the electronic blackboard, intending to challenge Brian Carter. But Brian Carter answered each one fluently and confidently.

Many of his answers even made Mr. Harris’s eyes light up. For many rare ancient seal characters, the usual translations only roughly captured the meaning, lacking precision. But hearing Brian Carter’s explanations, though they differed slightly from the popular translations, Mr. Harris found them even better the more he thought about it.

“Good, good, good! Your explanations are better. Some passages that were previously incomprehensible and hard to follow now make perfect sense after your explanations. The correct interpretations of many characters are of great significance!” Mr. Harris grew more and more excited. “This won’t do—I must submit these to the Ancient Seal Script Research Institute as soon as possible!”