Landing in the Fantastic World

Mu Yu's words caused the female student's facial expression to change.    

Not even her best friend had mentioned that she had been poisoned by the cold poison. She never thought that this young man who called himself a special student would expose her.    

This young man had such terrifying insight and extraordinary knowledge. How could he be an ordinary person?    

It was definitely true that he was a specially-recruited student.    

At the thought of this, the female student's face turned slightly red as she said apologetically, "I underestimated you. I hope you won't take offense. My name is Moh Xiangxiang. How should I address you, junior?"    

"Mu Yu." Mu Yu replied.    

Moh Xiangxiang smiled and said, "Junior Mu, please follow me."    

Mu Yu followed Moh Xiangxiang all the way to the west and stopped in front of a simple attic. They followed the stairs that were covered with moss to the second floor.    

A one-armed old man with white hair and beard was lying on a master chair. His eyes were closed and he was enjoying the sun.    

"Grandpa Jiang." Moh Xiangxiang shouted.    

The one-armed old man still did not move. He did not even open his eyes. It was as if he had fallen asleep.    

Seeing this, Moh Xiangxiang revealed a strange smile. She quietly walked to the side of the one-armed old man and squatted down. A hand slowly reached out and pinched the beard of the one-armed old man.    

She forcefully pulled the beard out and the one-armed old man immediately jumped up from the chair. After seeing that it was Moh Xiangxiang, he immediately swore, "You little girl, you actually dare to pull out my beard again. I have already said it many times, this noble one's beard cannot be pulled out. "    

"A beard, ten years of life! Sigh, this sovereign's heart aches to death. " The one-armed old man's heart aches.    

Moh Xiangxiang covered her mouth and laughed lightly, "Grandpa Jiang, you only know how to speak nonsense. If your beard is gone, it will grow even longer. What does that have to do with your lifespan?"    

"Pooh pooh pooh!" The one-armed old man was so angry that his beard blew wildly, and said, "What does a little girl like you know? Back when I was roaming the world, your great-grandfather's great-grandfather's great-grandfather... was still a little tadpole."    

"You know how to brag!" Moh Xiangxiang said mercilessly.    

"Sigh, forget it, forget it. I won't lower myself to the level of a little girl like you. Tell me, why are you looking for me?" The one-armed old man said helplessly.    

Moh Xiangxiang walked over to Mu Yu's side and said with a smile, "He is a new student. Grandpa Jiang, please help him settle the admission procedures."    

"Senior Jiang, hello." Mu Yu respectfully cupped his hands and said.    

"Are you a new student?" The one-armed old man narrowed his eyes and sized Mu Yu up. He then walked back to his room and took out a book. He asked, "What's your name?"    

"His name is Mu Yu, a special student of Sacred Institute." Moh Xiangxiang answered on Mu Yu's behalf.    

The one-armed old man opened the book and flipped through it for a while. He found Mu Yu's name and read, "Mu Yu, from a small plane in the Heavenly South, a training hall student of the Northwest Spiritual Academy. His cultivation is at the early Oblivion Stage, and his combat strength is close to the Saint King Stage. His Sword Dao realm is extremely high. He possesses the ability to control time and space. "    

"The main glory and achievements: he killed all the bandits from the Red Scarf in Thousand Falling Valley, and he was the record holder of the Northwest Spiritual Academy's Sky Stairway Competition. He was the champion of the Five Great Academies' shooting competition. He is the champion of the Xiugu City, the Prodigy Tournament, and an important contributor to breaking the Death Curse in the coastal area of southeast border..."    

Most of Mu Yu's information and achievements were read out by the one-armed old man one by one.    

At this moment, Mu Yu's heart was like a raging wave. He had never thought that the Sacred Institute would have such a terrifying ability to gather information, and could easily record all of his information.