The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1045 - 490: Colorless Jade (Part 3)

What truly surprised him was the blackboard displaying a diagram of human anatomy, where gene helices spiraled upwards from the left and right hemispheres, ultimately intertwining to form a perfect closed loop.

This is... the Spiritual Gene Double Helix!

On the left was a towering ancient tree, while on the right was a withered lotus flower.

The ancient totem was drawn in chalk, yet it possessed an eerie charm, rich in nuance.

Gu Jianlin never expected to see such things in a course at the Central Spirit Core Institute.

This was a major lecture in the Alchemy and Archaeology Department, attended by over six hundred people. Since the lecture hadn’t officially started, the student’s whispering was rather noisy, but the lecturer stood on the podium, seemingly oblivious.

The lecturer was a hunched, elderly man with sparse, grizzled hair and a face lined with age. His simple attire evoked a sense of antiquity, and standing in the sunlight, he resembled a decaying old tree.

He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to add something to the totems of the ancient tree and lotus flower.

Yet in the end, he drew a question mark and tossed aside his pencil.

When he turned around, the hall fell silent.

The bell rang.

The students in the classroom rose and respectfully saluted.

Gu Jianlin, wanting to fit in, also bowed to the old man.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that four individuals on the Ghost Slayer Path were hidden around the old man.

They were all in a Virtualization State, faintly visible in the shadows of the classroom.

It was evident that the old man’s status was extraordinary.

"That’s about right."

With his hands behind his back, the old man said lightly, "Then..."

Just then, sharp footsteps echoed in the hallway.

The students in the classroom changed expressions because they saw a flash of black clothing outside the door.

The Demon Hunters, wearing silver masks, entered and first bowed courteously to the old man, silently presenting their action permits before turning sharply to scan the seated students with piercing eyes.

The old man raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased, but said nothing.

"Did you offend someone recently?"

Gu Jianlin, playing on his phone in the last row, said indifferently.

Mu Shiyu reacted faster, turning coldly to glance at the boy, then looked away.

Xia Zhi didn’t want to answer, her face pale with fear, shrinking quietly in her seat, praying in her heart.

Unfortunately, prayers were useless.

Because the Demon Hunters immediately spotted her, signaled their companions to follow, drew handcuffs made of gold from behind, and then retrieved a handgun from their coat pocket, silently loading it.

This scene seemed common at the institute.

Most students had grown accustomed to it, never daring to provoke these ominous figures.

Mu Shiyu merely glanced at them as if she hadn’t seen anything, continuing to read her book.

Only Xia Zhi trembled in fear, clutching her school skirt tightly, her palms sweating coldly.

Thump thump.

Her heart was racing.

She knew why they had come for her.

Nothing other than the hijacking incident at Hongqiao Airport.

The Demon Hunters’ interrogation yesterday almost made her faint from illness, and today’s visit was clearly more aggressive. With handcuffs at the ready, detention was evidently planned.

The Judgement Court’s prison was well-known.

Even if you were innocent, you’d leave having shed a layer of skin.

Xia Zhi didn’t know what crime she had committed, yet somehow had attracted these ominous figures.

Gu Jianlin, however, believed that things weren’t as they seemed because this girl was clearly a patient of Frida’s Schizophrenia, who had been used as a host in experiments at age nine and had survived to this day.

It was highly unusual.

Thunder survived because she was from a prominent family; she couldn’t just disappear without reason.

Xia Zhi was different, coming from an ordinary family. To the Order of the Hidden, she was easily erased.

The reason she survived very likely could be because she’s one of the subjects being observed.

The Order of the Hidden needed to monitor her growth data to continue researching the Third Law.

Now Qing and Chi have landed in Magic City.

And he himself made a high-profile declaration of war.

This would inevitably alarm the Order of the Hidden. If they wanted to stay concealed, they had to eliminate clues.

Xia Zhi was merely an unfortunate victim.

What a pity.

Gu Jianlin looked at the trembling girl, his gaze turning sympathetic.

Bang.

He suddenly stood up and strode towards the podium.

The students in attendance were stunned, watching the scene unfold, wondering what this newcomer intended to do.

The old man looked up, his cloudy eyes abruptly becoming sharp.

Because Gu Jianlin took the chalk from his hand, erased the question mark, and redrew a totem.

"I know what you’ve been searching for."

He said expressionlessly, "I’ve seen this totem."

The old man raised his eyes, his hunched posture suddenly straightening, a majestic aura bursting forth, like a decaying tree coming back to life, and the classroom reverberated with the crackling of his bones.

The sound was like thunder, so intense that the Demon Hunters’ vision blurred and ears rang.

Not to mention those students who had never been on a battlefield.

In the silence, only the old man’s voice could be heard: "What is this called?"

Gu Jianlin tossed the chalk aside, gazing at the totem on the blackboard, and said coldly: "Colorless Jade?"