During this period, Eric Clark was in seclusion cultivating, unwilling to be disturbed by the outside world, so he took the initiative to take on the role of guarding the door for Eric Clark. He worked diligently and responsibly, and with his signature lewd, sly smile and that extremely persuasive mouth, he could easily send people away without offending anyone.

Another brother was named Mark Green, and everyone in Building 103 called him Mark.

He was one of the very few hardworking and dedicated disciples in all of 103. Though young, his cultivation had already reached the peak of the third stage of the Postnatal Realm; just one more step forward and he could smoothly enter the Mortal World Apartment.

This guy was usually taciturn, but extremely obsessed with the art of talismans.

After Eric Clark’s battle with Grace Foster in the lecture hall, he immediately regarded Eric Clark as a celestial being.

He completely worshipped Eric Clark with a fan’s mentality, and every time he came over, he brought all sorts of questions about talismanic arts, pestering Eric Clark relentlessly for answers.

Unable to resist him, Eric Clark had no choice but to give him guidance one by one. Their relationship quickly warmed, and he became a die-hard supporter of Eric Clark, posting a large amount of information in support of Eric Clark on the school’s Xin Gui platform.

And that most troublesome phantom image was also posted to the Xin Gui platform by him.

When Eric Clark entered the room, the scene fell silent.

Everyone almost simultaneously stood up. John Brooks grinned and came over, saying, “Boss, you’re back? Broke through again today, didn’t you! Come on, we’ve got good food and drinks ready, just waiting for you!”

Eric Clark smiled faintly and said, “You guys go ahead and eat. I still have something to do and want to head out for a bit!”

He glanced at the group, his eyes landing on Mark Harris. Grinning, he said, “What’s wrong? Mark, you seem pretty down!”

Mark Harris snorted, shot a glance at Eric Clark, and said, “The academy is so full of crap. All the information about you and Grace Foster Shizun on the Xin Gui platform has disappeared. Isn’t this obviously playing favorites?”

Eric Clark was slightly taken aback, then smiled in understanding.

He was well aware of the uproar on the Xin Gui platform and had long been prepared for any outcome.

A low-ranking black-robed disciple being bullied and treated unfairly, and expecting the academy to investigate a Shizun with Innate cultivation—this was nonsense to begin with.

Unless the academy’s dean had lost his mind, he’d never do such a thing.

In the world of cultivation, strength is everything. Eric Clark and Grace Foster were worlds apart—how could they even be compared?

So Eric Clark didn’t care about all the hype on the Xin Gui platform. If people wanted to make a fuss, let them. Once they hit a wall, they’d naturally stop.

Of course, this didn’t mean Eric Clark was completely calm inside.

In fact, Eric Clark had been greatly provoked. That wretched woman Grace Foster had struck viciously. If it weren’t for the “Pangu Diagram” protecting his sea of consciousness, there was no way he could have escaped unscathed from Grace Foster’s spiritual attack.

Even so, Eric Clark was still seriously injured.

He had to stay in seclusion for a whole week before he recovered, barely escaping with his life. This made Eric Clark’s hatred for Grace Foster reach its peak.

A barking dog doesn’t bite; what Eric Clark needed to do now was endure and hide his strength.

Once he got the chance—heh heh!

Eric Clark’s heart gradually grew cold, but a smile appeared on his face. He gently patted Mark Harris on the shoulder and said, “Guys, eat and drink well! It’s fine, I didn’t lose anything. On the contrary, I got some fame thanks to Grace Foster’s name, so I didn’t really suffer, did I?”

After comforting everyone, Eric Clark put on his robe, covering most of his face, turned, and walked out of Dormitory Building 103. His figure quickly disappeared at the end of the academy’s main road.

……

As soon as Eric Clark stepped into the area of the academy’s affiliated cultivation class, he sensed something was off.

There were suddenly a lot of disciples from the Talisman Hall wearing red robes in this area. Eric Clark secretly checked their identity jade tokens—they were all disciples from the Disciplinary Division.

So many Disciplinary Division disciples from the Talisman Hall appearing in the affiliated cultivation class area made a vague sense of foreboding rise in Eric Clark’s heart.

He had been following the academy’s Xin Gui platform for a long time and already knew that his business of making phantom talismans and selling them to the affiliated cultivation class had drawn a lot of attention. People were already hyping it up on the Xin Gui platform, and the name “Young Master Red Fish” was being discussed by many.

Today, seeing so many Disciplinary Division disciples, Eric Clark immediately wondered if they were here for him.

He wasn’t in a hurry to visit the talisman shops he worked with, but instead found a secluded spot to sit and observe.

He watched for more than half an hour but didn’t notice anything unusual.

Gritting his teeth, he decided to take a risk.

During this period of intense cultivation, his consumption of spirit stones had been astonishing. Besides buying all kinds of auxiliary pills, every cultivation session in a dedicated room also required payment in spirit stones.

In addition, consulting the library’s collections was the biggest drain on his spirit stones.

Except for a few extremely basic texts that were free for disciples, most of the library’s books required payment.

Recently, Eric Clark had consulted many texts, especially several advanced foundational books on talismanic arts, which were particularly expensive. The thousands of spirit stones Eric Clark had earned from selling talismans had been spent like running water, and there was almost nothing left.

Next, to carry out his cultivation plan, the first step was to gather enough spirit stones.

“For the sake of spirit stones, I’ll take a risk this time!” Eric Clark said to himself.

He tightened his robe and strode toward the most prominent “Duo Fu Shop.”