God-Level Special Forces Soldier-Chapter 427 - 424: The Power of the Elixir

Xiao Tian sat bored in the auditorium of Shanghai University, as Lin Bingxuan had to give a speech and had gone backstage with the staff to prepare.

Left alone, he had no choice but to sit by himself. A pretty girl started to chat him up, and, feeling bored, Xiao Tian began to show off his extraordinary communication skills. Before long, a group of attractive girls had gathered around him.

"First, I’d like to thank everyone for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the 70th-anniversary celebration of our Shanghai University. On behalf of..."

Xiao Tian and the girls around him didn’t pay any attention to the host’s opening remarks; they continued chatting away about this and that.

"Hey, Technician, what are you doing here?"

Xiao Tian almost bit his tongue when he heard this. This little Black Daoist who had left a deep impression on him was truly at a loss for words!

"What are you guys up to?" Xiao Tian asked in return.

The Black Daoist responded with his signature innocent smile and said, "My master and some of the senior brothers are here to... mmm mmm."

Before he could finish his sentence, the young Daoist covered his mouth and dragged him away. From what Xiao Tian gathered, Saintly Virtue Daoist had also arrived and brought several senior brothers with him?

Xiao Tian frowned slightly. No doubt, Saintly Virtue Daoist and his group were here because of him.

And even if those senior brothers possessed martial arts skills, they couldn’t be much stronger than him. Even if they ganged up, it might not be enough to kill him.

If they weren’t here to kill him, then the target was likely—Lin Bingxuan!

With this thought, Xiao Tian stopped joking around with the girls and focused all his attention on the stage since Lin Bingxuan was about to make her appearance.

The girls around him were confused when this handsome guy suddenly focused intently on the stage but they followed his gaze out of curiosity.

The host looked at her cue cards and announced, "The next guest is truly remarkable! She has built her own business empire at such a young age and is also an alumna of our Shanghai University."

"Let’s welcome the business prodigy, Lin Bingxuan!"

As Lin Bingxuan took the stage, the audience buzzed with intense discussion, some praising her beauty, others her financial success.

In the minds of Shanghai University’s students, Lin Bingxuan stood out like a mythical legend.

TODAY Lin Bingxuan ignored the strong requests from the school leaders to dress up and instead wore a simple ponytail, a shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Looking simple, elegant, and capable, she was as relatable and charming as a girl-next-door.

Her friendly attire invoked excited squeals from the audience, and Lin Bingxuan waved to her fellow students with a warm smile that felt like the comforting glow of sunset—not too harsh!

"Hello, fellow students and alumni, I’m Lin Bingxuan!"

The audience erupted into applause that lasted over a minute as Lin Bingxuan, with her aura of legend, introduced herself.

Looking at her speech notes, Lin Bingxuan said, "First, happy birthday to my alma mater, and thank you to the school that nurtured me. Our Shanghai University has braved many storms over the past seventy years..."

Hearing what was clearly a speech written by school leaders, the audience felt a bit disappointed. If it weren’t being delivered by Lin Bingxuan, the audience might already have been chatting amongst themselves.

This was also why Lin Bingxuan was reluctant to give the speech; her current position meant that any public statement could directly affect her company’s image.

Returning to her alma mater also meant there were things she couldn’t mention publicly, leaving her feeling uncomfortable yet forced to comply.

In fact, today her outfit had faced strong persuasion from both the school and the company before she took the stage.

But Lin Bingxuan stood firm, stating that she would refuse to go on stage if she couldn’t dress freely, ultimately regaining control.

Seeing the strong reaction to her casual outfit once she was on stage, the company’s marketing department quickly called in someone with Secret Technique expertise, saying, "Quick, have someone post a press release themed ’CEO Lin Bingxuan gives a speech at her alma mater; simple attire wins praise’ across major websites—but do it fast!"

The school side wasn’t willing to be outdone either, instructing, "Immediately write dozens of articles with the theme ’A school capable of producing a CEO like Lin Bingxuan is truly remarkable,’ and post them."

Just like that, Lin Bingxuan’s casual attire became a rare promotional opportunity for both sides. They immediately started hyping it up, buying trending topics and keeping busy.

Unaware of any of this, Lin Bingxuan could only read passionately from her manuscript.

As Lin Bingxuan’s speech grew less engaging, the audience’s initially high enthusiasm began to wane, and people started to focus on other things.

"Do you smell something strange?"

A tall male student suddenly asked his companions.

"It smells kind of bad!" his companion said, holding their nose.

"Why does this smell like?" someone said uncertainly, "it smells kind of like... poop?!"

The comment sparked pandemonium, and everyone craned their necks trying to locate the smell, ignoring the beautiful senior’s speech on stage.

Lin Bingxuan had no choice but to quickly wrap up her speech, leaving the host bewildered and unsure of what to do.

Saintly Virtue Daoist, along with Saintly Radiance, Saintly Bright, and Saintly Judge Doist, sat together. Following the program, two acts would go on after Lin Bingxuan before it was his turn to speak.

Seeing more and more people casting curious glances at their group of four, Saintly Virtue Daoist was puzzled. Even though his group was dressed unusually, it shouldn’t have attracted this much attention, right?

He quickly focused on listening, realizing that the crowd’s attention was not on their attire, but rather... the smell?

Saintly Virtue Daoist asked Saintly Radiance, who was meditating beside him, "Brother, do you smell anything?"

Hearing this, Saintly Radiance opened his eyes, broke his meditation, took a strong whiff, and was nearly faint. He hurriedly warned Saintly Bright and Saintly Judge Doist.

Saintly Bright and Saintly Judge Doist came out of meditation and heard Saintly Radiance, looking at them disdainfully and saying, "Brothers, you...?"

The two, released from meditation, discovered an overwhelming stench surrounding them and spreading throughout the hall via the central air conditioning.

Saintly Judge Doist suddenly felt a warmth under his seat and... something sticky.

He immediately panicked, realizing he had some diarrhea over the past two days—could it have happened unknowingly during meditation?

Impossible!

Saintly Judge Doist immediately dismissed this thought. Even in meditation, he would have known if he’d had an accident, right?

Plus, he hadn’t eaten anything that morning except for a pill given by Saintly Virtue Daoist.

Wait!

The pill?

Saintly Judge Doist ignored the embarrassment and quietly asked Saintly Virtue Daoist, "The thing you gave me in the morning?"

Saintly Virtue Daoist hastily denied it, stating that the pill he had crafted for them cost him most of his savings and he was extremely careful during production, so no mistake was possible! Possible!