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Chapter 170: Professor Shen's Latest Research

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The sudden intrusion of Ye Lin gave Professor Shen a start.

He furrowed his brows, scrutinized the suddenly appearing Ye Lin, and then asked with some hesitation.

"Are you blind?"

Ye Lin: "Isn't it obvious?"

"It's quite obvious."

Ye Lin: "Then why ask?"

"You brat, are you here to pick a fight?" Professor Shen rolled up his sleeves.

Ye Lin: "No! I came specifically to find you, Professor Shen!"

"Find me?"

Professor Shen was stunned, then sighed gloomily and lay down on the floor at lightning speed.

"I get it, you're a family member, here to beat me up, right? Even though I don't know whose family member you are, that's fine, just don't hit my face."

"Professor Shen, you've misunderstood. I came here by reputation, hoping to have you as my mentor," Ye Lin said sincerely.

Professor Shen sprang up in a flash, his face filled with an expression of disbelief.

"Mentor? Me? You want me to be your mentor? Are you serious? Are you sick?"

Over these years, the reason Professor Shen had not taken on any students was partly because no student dared to choose him, and partly because he himself did not want to cause any more innocent students to meet a tragic end.

"The student is certainly serious! I also know that the students who previously chose Professor Shen as their mentor did not have good endings, but... Professor Shen, you surely don't want to see such results either, do you? Your starting point must have been for the students' own good!"

Ye Lin became agitated and said, enunciating every word.

"The injury is on the student's body, but the pain is in your heart, Professor!"

Thump, thump, thump!

Professor Shen retreated several steps, leaning against the laboratory table before his figure paused slightly. His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, revealing his inner turmoil.

"Professor Shen! I won't hide it from you! I am actually a Forbidden Spellcaster! If nothing goes wrong... I don't have many years left to live. Recently, I heard you have been researching the Art of Longevity, so I thought, if you could truly develop the Art of Longevity... perhaps I... would not have to die."

A desolate smile appeared on Ye Lin's face.

"Therefore, I want to follow Professor Shen! I am willing to dye my hair yellow! I am willing to cooperate with Professor Shen's research! I, Ye Lin, am willing to bet my own life that you can succeed, Professor!"

"Once you succeed, Professor, this Art of Longevity will definitely be a national treasure that benefits the present and the future for generations!"

Ye Lin did not waste words; he knelt on both knees and bowed with cupped hands.

"Ye Lin has drifted for half a lifetime, only regretting not having met a wise mentor. If the Professor does not despise me, I wish to take you as my mentor!"

Ye Lin's voice echoed in the laboratory, and the entire room was deathly silent.

Ye Lin, lacking eyeballs, could not see Professor Shen's current expression, so he did not know what the other was thinking and could only wait patiently.

Suddenly, a burst of manic laughter erupted.

"Ha↓ ha↓ ha↓ ha... ha↑ ha↑ ha↑ ha↑ ha↑ ha↑"

"Good!"

Professor Shen was incredibly moved, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Fifty years! Fifty years! Finally, there is someone who can understand me!"

"My wife thought there was something wrong with my brain and divorced me; my brother thought my brain wasn't working right and ran off with my wife; the Dean thought my thought process was peculiar and assigned me to the most remote laboratory!"

"I want to prove myself, not to show how great I am, but to tell others that I will definitely take back what I have lost!"

"Fifty years! Do you know how I have spent these fifty years? Do you know?"

Professor Shen roared excitedly.

Ye Lin sighed, then stood up and walked forward, pulling Professor Shen into an embrace.

"Professor Shen, these fifty years, you must have carried so much and suffered so much, right?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Shen was stunned for a moment. He looked at Ye Lin's eyeless face, the hollow sockets appearing somewhat eerie, and the thoughts in his heart surged endlessly.

Professor Shen felt as if his throat were blocked by something, and his nose was stinging painfully.

"These fifty years... have indeed been a bit difficult..."

Professor Shen gritted his teeth, restraining the surging emotions in his heart, yet his voice still trembled slightly.

Ye Lin raised his hand and patted Professor Shen's back with a benevolent expression.

"Rest assured, from now on, you won't have to fight alone anymore. This student will be with you."

Once these words were spoken, the emotions Professor Shen had suppressed for so long could no longer be contained.

He wailed and burst into tears, the sound so desolate and mournful that it would make any listener sad and bring tears to their eyes.

This old man, over sixty years of age, cried like a six-year-old child at this moment, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Cry, cry it out, you'll feel better," Ye Lin said, gently patting Professor Shen's back, his smile even more benevolent.

After crying for nearly twenty minutes, Professor Shen finally calmed his emotions.

He wiped his nose on Ye Lin's clothes and then grabbed Ye Lin's shoulders firmly.

"Child, your name is Ye Lin, right? I, Shen Jingbin, accept you as my student! We may not have been born in the same year, month, and day, but we shall seek to die in the same year, month, and day!"

Ye Lin: "......"

"Don't worry! I will definitely make you the longest-living Forbidden Spellcaster! Come, sit down first!"

Professor Shen helped Ye Lin to a nearby chair to sit.

"First of all, our primary goal now is to cure your eyes! Let you see the light again!"

"Ordinary blindness is easy to handle; higher-level healers and priests can cure it, but your blindness is clearly caused by casting a forbidden spell."

"Physical defects caused by casting forbidden spells cannot be cured by any medical means, so we must find another way! For example, we can transplant!"

"I heard that the Zhuge family, one of the Five Great Clans, recently produced a Spirit Eye Master job-changer! A pair of eyes that can perceive yin and yang and break through illusions! You wait, I'll go dig that person's eyes out for you right now!"

Professor Shen was clearly a man of action; after saying this, he wiped away his tears and prepared to set off.

"Hey, don't! Professor Shen! Wait a moment!"

Ye Lin was startled. Not to mention whether a transplanted eye would cause rejection, digging out the eyes of someone from the Zhuge family? He didn't know if Professor Shen would die after doing it, but he, as a clone, would certainly be dead.

He finally realized that this Professor Shen was truly as his name suggested, a real "Shen Jingbin" (a pun on 'mentally ill').

"What's wrong, child? Don't be afraid! I'm very fast, no one will notice!" Professor Shen comforted him quickly.

"No, Professor Shen, I think the eye-digging matter isn't urgent. How about this, why don't you show me the skills you've been researching first?"

Ye Lin hurriedly changed the subject. Sure enough, when it came to research, Professor Shen immediately became interested.

"You really have an eye for talent! Hahahaha! Since you're interested, I must show you my latest researched super god-tier skill!"

Professor Shen pulled Ye Lin into the inner room of the laboratory, mysteriously took out a skill scroll, and his voice lowered, like a devil's whisper.

"This skill! It's my latest research! Once this skill is cast, it can immunize against any physical and magical attacks! Simply put, when you cast this skill, you are invincible!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Lin immediately became excited.

"Invincible Golden Body?"

"It's similar to the Invincible Golden Body!" Professor Shen nodded, then cursed, "It's a pity that those people in the academy don't know quality. After seeing my skill, not only did they call me a lunatic, but they also said the new skill I developed is a piece of trash. It infuriates me!"

Ye Lin suddenly had a bad premonition.

"So... what is this skill called?"

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