"Although you haven't entered a civilization academy yet and don't know that many languages, you're still young, and that actually makes you more dangerous than a few of the academy's internal cultivation seedlings—even those at the fourth or fifth level of Kaiyuan might not be worth their attention."

"How long does it take for someone at the Kaiyuan Realm to reach the Soaring Realm?"

"But a wise person, maybe in ten or twenty years, could decipher a cultivation technique, find its flaws, and figure out a targeted way to kill them... That's much more dangerous than someone at the Soaring Realm."

Ethan Sutton gave a wry smile. Is it really that serious?

Even though he had mastered 18 languages, it was still too few for the myriad races, and most of them were just common tongues.

"Don't take it lightly. Be careful, stay alert! If you encounter danger, ask for help at any time. Nanyuan Prefecture has also stepped up patrols, and the Jifeng Hall has already begun to strengthen their deployments. Even a squad of Longwu Guards stationed in Nanyuan Prefecture has started patrolling."

"If you run into trouble, call for help loudly. At most, within a few dozen seconds, someone will definitely arrive."

Seeing how serious his teacher was, Ethan Sutton quickly nodded and said, "Don't worry, teacher, I understand! Nanyuan Prefecture is so small, those guys might not even come here. Even if they do, to be blunt... I probably don't even make the list."

"That's true."

The teacher laughed. "But you can't be careless, especially when you go to Coach Harris's place. You must be careful!"

"Hmm?"

Ethan Sutton was slightly taken aback. "Coach Harris..."

"Don't get me wrong. What I mean is, Coach Harris is the strongest instructor in Myriad Races Language at Nanyuan Middle Academy. Every year, eight or nine out of ten students from our academy who get into the Civilization Academy are taught by him."

"Coach Harris is definitely the biggest target for the Myriad Races Cult. If they come to Nanyuan, the first person they'd want to assassinate is him—not the headmaster, not the city lord."

"Coach Harris is a spark, the spark that ignites civilization—at least for Nanyuan, that's the case. That's why I'm reminding you to be careful."

Ethan Sutton's expression changed. "Teacher, doesn't that mean Coach Harris is in danger?"

"It's fine, don't worry too much. Right now, the headmaster is personally protecting Coach Harris, and there are also Longwu Guards secretly watching over him. Jifeng Hall even sent a squad over. I'm just reminding you to be careful on your way to see Coach Harris!"

Ethan Sutton breathed a sigh of relief. The Coach Harris the administrative teacher spoke of was also Ethan Sutton's own instructor. The 18 Myriad Races languages Ethan Sutton had mastered were almost all taught by this old instructor.

Just as the administrative teacher said, Coach Harris might not be much in Daxia Prefecture, but in Nanyuan—especially at Nanyuan Middle Academy—he truly was a spreader of civilization.

He had taught for so many years and produced over a hundred students who entered the Civilization Academy.

Of these hundred-plus students, more than half had already graduated and were now playing a role in Daxia Prefecture, and even among the entire human race.

Maybe their impact wasn't huge, but the inheritance of human civilization depended on this grassroots group.

If the Myriad Races Cult came to Nanyuan City to assassinate someone, Coach Harris was indeed more important than the city lord.

As the two spoke, a staff member brought over the Ironwing Bird's essence blood.

Three drops!

After exchanging for three drops of essence blood, Ethan Sutton had nine merit points left. He felt a bit of pain—he had spent only six points over the years checking countless materials in the library, and now he had spent three points in one go. It was too extravagant.

Taking the bottle of essence blood, Ethan Sutton asked again, "Teacher, has Coach Harris come to the academy these past few days?"

"He's working as usual. We asked him to go to the city lord's mansion to lay low for a while, but he wasn't willing, so he can only keep working."

"Then I'll go see Coach Harris."

Originally, Ethan Sutton planned to take his things and go home to try them out, but now he changed his mind and decided to visit Coach Harris and consult him on a few questions.

...

Instructor's Office.

The elderly Ian Harris, while making notes, said without looking up, "Headmaster, there's no need for you to follow me around all the time. We're just inside the academy—how could it be that dangerous?"

Beside him, the equally elderly headmaster of the academy chuckled, "I'm not bothering you. Why are you trying to chase me away?"

"Your breathing is disturbing me."

"..."

The headmaster was at a loss for words, and soon heard Ian Harris strike another blow: "Besides, you just broke through to the Ten-Thousand Stones Realm. You're so weak, you wouldn't be of any use even if you came."

"I..."

The old headmaster was helpless. Was he really that weak?

Well, maybe a bit.

He was already over sixty, and only just broke through to the Ten-Thousand Stones Realm, which wasn't much. But this was the rear lines—Nanyuan City, the smallest of the 28 cities under Daxia Prefecture.

He wasn't the city lord, just the headmaster of a middle academy. Why did he need to be so strong?

The real powerhouses had either gone to Daxia Prefecture or to the myriad races battlefield. In Nanyuan City, he was doing pretty well, wasn't he?

"Sigh, do you think I want to keep you company?"

The old headmaster said grumpily, "It's just that you're too important, old man. In the past twenty years in Nanyuan City, 320 students have gotten into the Civilization Academy—an average of only 16 per year. Half of them were taught by you. How could you not be a thorn in others' sides?"

"It's not that serious."

Ian Harris also smiled. "After all, it's just little Nanyuan City. Only a handful of people get in each year. It's nothing to Daxia Prefecture as a whole. Do you really think the Myriad Races Cult would target me?"