"Uncle, Auntie, I have a request, and I hope you can agree to it." Peter Thompson said after putting away the card.

"You child, just say what you want to say, why be so polite?" Hannah Summers reproached.

"I hope Uncle and Auntie can respect my teaching methods. If you feel my methods are inappropriate and insist on interfering, then I can only resign from this job!" Peter Thompson said firmly.

The director of the Xihu District Landscaping Bureau—this is a position with some power, because Hangzhou is a tourist city and landscaping is very important. But at the same time, it's a minor official; there are too many people who can boss Mr. Spencer around and point fingers at him. Mr. Spencer often laments that he can't act freely and that bureaucracy hinders things. Precisely because of this, he always lets his subordinates do their jobs without interference.

Peter Thompson's words deeply shocked him, making him truly see Peter Thompson in a new light. This is a man with strong opinions and great resolve!

"We will absolutely not interfere!" Before Hannah Summers could react, Mr. Spencer had already agreed immediately, his expression just as resolute as Peter Thompson's.

He believed in Peter Thompson's abilities now more than ever!

Sitting next to Hannah Summers, Lucy Spencer heard this and her pretty face changed color at once. She said anxiously, "How can that be?"

Lucy Spencer's words made Mr. Spencer even more convinced that his decision was wise. With his daughter's temperament, if he didn't give Peter Thompson some authority, wouldn't she just turn the world upside down and lead Peter Thompson by the nose?

"It's settled then!" Mr. Spencer said in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unassailable authority.

"Hmph! I'm going back to my room." Lucy Spencer got up in a huff and went back to her own room.

Stupid grad student, annoying grad student! Want to control me? No way!

In her room, Lucy Spencer kept cursing Peter Thompson.

"This child has been spoiled by your aunt! She really can't be left unchecked anymore. Little Thompson, if she needs to be scolded, just scold her, don't worry too much!" Mr. Spencer said.

Hannah Summers actually had a very good impression of this young man Peter Thompson. She trusted her own judgment, so seeing Mr. Spencer say this, she didn't object.

After staying with Mr. Spencer for a while, Peter Thompson took his leave and returned to school.

Back at school, seeing that it was still early, Peter Thompson went to the classroom again.

Instinctively, Peter Thompson went to the same lecture hall as last time. The classroom was still very quiet—so quiet that there was only one person there.

The graceful figure made Peter Thompson's heart stir slightly.

The witch Emily Lane!

Emily Lane sensed someone coming in and was surprised! She had been studying in this classroom for several days, and except for that night when she ran into a weirdo who read about polymer materials all night, she hadn't seen a single other person.

Curiosity made Emily Lane turn her head. She saw Peter Thompson.

So it was him! I wonder what book he'll read today? Emily Lane suddenly felt a bit curious.

Peter Thompson again found a seat under a ceiling fan and sat down. The classroom was as quiet as that day, and no one came to disturb them.

Soon it was time for the classroom to close. Peter Thompson gently closed his book and habitually rubbed the bridge of his nose.

A familiar, delicate fragrance drifted into Peter Thompson's nose.

Peter Thompson really liked this scent.

As she passed by Peter Thompson, Emily Lane couldn't help her curiosity and glanced sideways.

Energetics! Another dry and obscure book! Emily Lane was just as shocked as the first time. She was starting to find this clean and tidy boy a bit mysterious.

A wisp of fragrance floated by, and Peter Thompson also stood up, his gaze involuntarily falling on Emily Lane's long, sexy back.

Peter Thompson especially liked Emily Lane's high, firm hips. He really couldn't imagine that a woman's hips could look so good. The way they swayed made his heart race.

Although she was cold, aloof, and eccentric, she was indeed very beautiful—like a perfectly sculpted statue of an ice goddess! Peter Thompson secretly marveled in his heart.

Back in the dorm, after a round of washing up, Peter Thompson began his midnight cultivation.

Peter Thompson didn't rush to try to open the Yang Linking Vessel or the Yin Linking Vessel. As a top student, he knew better than anyone that reviewing the old helps you understand the new, and that progress should be gradual. So Peter Thompson simply followed the method described in "The Longevity Art," slowly circulating his true energy through the Yang Heel Vessel and the Yin Heel Vessel.

The essence of heaven and earth was slowly drawn into his meridians like flowing water, nourishing and strengthening the Yin Heel and Yang Heel Vessels. One cold, one hot; one yin, one yang—constantly merging.

Peter Thompson felt a trace of life force, as if every fusion of the Yin Heel and Yang Heel Vessels increased his vitality. His heart, every cell in his body, was filled with energy, like grass in spring nourished by rain, growing strong and healthy.

It was a very wonderful feeling.

Time quickly passed midnight. Peter Thompson slowly opened his eyes, and two bright flashes shot from his gaze.

Peter Thompson didn't immediately lie down to sleep, because that wonderful feeling during cultivation made him faintly grasp something.

Signs of life—yes, life! Peter Thompson suddenly jumped out of bed.

The essence of heaven and earth—this miraculous thing, this energy known only to a few, is truly the purest and most magical energy for extending human life.

Once you understand one thing, everything becomes clear. Peter Thompson suddenly saw the light.