20 Heavens Authority (1/2)

Entering class there was not much of a commotion.

Many had gathered reputation for their attitude, intelligence, manner or their quirkiness.

It was not a surprise for Dean to be wrapped in bandages that covered up his scars and hold a bottle full of medications meant to heal him.

The same could be said for the young man that Dean dueled against. Although there was no bandages that wrapped around him there was instead a pale complexion that showed he didn't feel too well.

One surprising factor was Leonard. Most people by now had already learnt of his noble status as well as his unconventional cultivation level.

With this knowledge in hand they placed him on a league above theirs however what was with the gauze and the long sleeved shirt.

It seemed he was embarrassed of the wounds

Others may flaunt their injuries as a sign of courage or bravery. The reason could be the fact that they survived from a dangerous event or maybe they had fought against an opponent they greatly respected.

Another would be those that didn't care. An example would be Dean who didn't cover nor flaunt his scars. They were treated as nothing more than an injury that'll be there forever unless they eventually disappeared.

Then there was the last type, those who are embarrassed. This ranged from the backstory to the way the injury was received.

Most people Dean imagined wouldn't be proud to have received a bruise after tripping on nothing.

”Who injured him?”

”Did he offend someone?”

Discussions started to buzz around the class.

To offend a person that had a greater background than Leonard would make a few in the class sneer at his misfortune because they just purely liked gossip.

For those that wanted to befriend or ally with Leonard were subtly afraid and weren't as willing to talk to Leonard if he did offend someone.

Why make friends with a person who can only bring trouble?

Dean obviously knew the truth as he was the one that caused those injuries.

Leonard should be thankful to Dean since he enabled him to have a much more quiet life without people crowding all over his business.

Having a calm and indifferent attitude towards life, Dean leaned towards the logic that it was more of Leonard's preference of clothing rather than his feelings.

....

Class passed with nothing that Dean had felt was important.

After going to his other classes there was a sense of boredom in Dean.

It was a struggle to pay attention to lectures he had no interest in and the fact that no one wanted to talk to him made it even more boring.

The difficulty of restraining himself from killing Rose and learning more about Christian was making Dean feel frustrated.

He had to wait until he had enough information and whether he had enough strength. If he did things to early or too late then everything would have been for naught.

One thing that Dean was interested in was the explanation of Leonard and the library.

Magic.

The school had told him this and Leonard further proved that it existed. Some could suggest that Magic is just a branch of Martial Arts but if so then why would it need a different source of energy?

Taking note of all the questions he wanted to ask Dean ran towards Leonard during the afternoon where all their classes should have been finished.

”You can get rid of your bandages.”

Hearing Dean, Leonard smiles before slowly unraveling the white cloth that revealed a pale and soft skin that would make any woman captivated.

”Did you really make them?”

Dean was dumbfounded at the time he took the pills. They were far too effective as Dean's blood was instantly replenished with enough room left for cultivating.

If Dean wasn't at the Nascent Soul stage then the rumbling of qi would have broken a few walls within the dormitory and the howling scream would reverberate throughout the whole school.

The more surprising part was the quality of the pill. It was perfect. According to what Dean already knew, the pill had 0% imperfections and the probability of creating a pill such as this is equivalent to a quote.

”To find 1 out of a 100,000 is considered lucky”

Used in many scenarios, Dean finally found that this quote worked with this pill.

A pure miracle in short.

Leonard coughed at the admiring face of Dean ”My pills aren't for sale.”

”Oh? And why would that be?” If Dean could make an investment into these pills then he could be assured his cultivation would be strong and secured.

”Because they aren't for sale...” Leonard's word lingered until he finished his sentence.

”...Only for trading.”

Dean understood where he was trying to go and revealed a Beast Core of the Core Refiner state.

”So my intuition was right. Can you show the others?” Leonard had somewhat predicted Dean owning treasures but never expected it to be on point.

Dean sighed, there was a sense of respect as he never thought that Leonard could have suddenly learnt all of his motives.