Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1616 - 1613: The Old Professor

When the old man saw Lin Tian and Xiao Manxuan coming out, he immediately beamed with a joyful smile and walked steadily toward them. Both Lin Tian and Xiao Manxuan recognized the old man as the professor who had asked the host to turn off the audio system at the party.

The old professor from the Civil Engineering College, an expert in architectural acoustics, was a person the two dared not take lightly. They quickened their steps to meet him.

"Mr. Xiao, I’ve finally waited for you to come out," the old professor said, looking at the ancient zither behind Lin Tian and then at Xiao Manxuan.

Xiao Manxuan was a bit surprised, but she still smiled and said, "Hello, Professor Yang."

"I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time," Professor Yang said kindly, his smile being quite amiable.

Xiao Manxuan smiled and shook her head, saying, "Professor Yang, you flatter us. We don’t have anything urgent right now. How can we assist you?"

"I have a request: may I have a look at the ancient zither? Of course, this is a personal request, and Mr. Xiao can refuse," Professor Yang said sincerely.

Xiao Manxuan didn’t hesitate and immediately said, "Of course you can."

She looked around and then pointed to a nearby bench, saying, "Professor Yang, let’s go over there."

Lin Tian didn’t know what Professor Yang meant but followed along, placing his backpack down, opening it and the wooden box, taking out the ancient zither and placing it on the bench.

"Thank you," Professor Yang politely thanked Lin Tian, but soon, his attention was completely on the ancient zither.

Professor Yang seemed to be examining a rare treasure, his expression devout and solemn. Lin Tian’s thoughts stirred, wondering if the old professor recognized this ancient zither? If so, that would be wonderful, for its origins have always been a mystery.

Professor Yang extended his hand, hovering above the ancient zither, tracing along its shape and lines slowly, as if depicting every detail of the zither.

Lin Tian and Xiao Manxuan didn’t disturb him. After a while, Professor Yang exclaimed, "Perfect, flawless."

"Oh? Does Professor Yang recognize the ancient zither?" Lin Tian took the opportunity to ask.

To Lin Tian’s disappointment, Professor Yang shook his head and said, "I’m embarrassed—I don’t recognize this zither, but I heard its sound is very special, so I dared to take a look."

"The sound production and transmission of the ancient zither rely on its strings and structure, similar to how a building’s sound is transmitted. From this ancient zither, we can gain a lot of inspiration for improving a building’s acoustic effects. The wisdom of the ancients still impresses us even today in a modernized world," Professor Yang seriously said.

The concept of enlightenment, often mentioned in Ancient Martial practice, where wise individuals comprehend great truths, could be akin to Professor Yang’s wisdom within his field, if compared to Ancient Martial Artists, he would be an Innate Strong Person in the domain of architectural acoustics.

"Professor Yang’s words are enlightening, opening our minds. We have learned much," Lin Tian said sincerely.

Although the old professor’s martial skills might not match those of Ancient Martial Artists, Lin Tian believed his wisdom didn’t lose to them, and in terms of societal contribution, Ancient Martial Artists were far behind.

"The surrounding flora, mountains, and waters all contain wisdom. What I know is merely superficial and not worth mentioning," Professor Yang said.

When most people say this, Lin Tian would think they are bragging, but when Professor Yang said it, it felt like genuine humility. Compared to the "experts" who only check data in offices, he was truly a wise elder.

"Pack up the ancient zither, don’t damage it," Professor Yang said solemnly after finishing his study.

Lin Tian packed up the ancient zither and slung it back onto his back. Professor Yang then said, "Mr. Xiao, I hope the unpleasant events tonight haven’t affected you, and that you don’t allow your pure heart to be clouded."

"Professor Yang, it doesn’t bother me. As long as I can bring the sounds of the zither to everyone, I am already satisfied," Xiao Manxuan smiled, like a flower in the morning sunlight—beautiful, vibrant, and pure.

"Good." Professor Yang smiled sincerely and bid farewell to both of them. Although the professor was elderly, his upright posture exuded an infinite dignity under the night sky.

"Jinghua University is indeed a prestigious school; the spirit of the old professor reflects its integrity," Xiao Manxuan said with a smile, not feeling disappointed with the school despite what happened at the party.

"Xuanxuan, even Professor Yang has noticed the ancient zither. It likely has drawn the attention of many people. Not everyone is as good as Professor Yang. I remind you to keep the ancient zither safe—our apartment dormitory doesn’t have the Xiao Family’s security force," Lin Tian suddenly advised.

"You think someone might come to steal the zither? No way," Xiao Manxuan blinked, puzzled.

"It’s better to be cautious." Lin Tian thought but didn’t mention more serious concerns. At that time, the Purple Flame Sword was contested to such a degree. If the ancient zither were of the same level as or even higher than the Purple Flame Sword, wouldn’t it stir a huge storm?

However, back then, those people fought over the Purple Flame Sword yet ignored the ancient zither. If they knew it was of higher grade, wouldn’t they regret it?

"What should we do then?" Xiao Manxuan asked worriedly—she really liked the ancient zither.

"Don’t worry, leave this to me," Lin Tian comforted.

"Okay." Xiao Manxuan showed a sweet smile. She already trusted Lin Tian unconditionally.

By the time they returned to their apartment dorm, it was already past eleven at night. After bathing, they each returned to their rooms, and there was no repeat of the incident of forgetting clothes. If it continued, Lin Tian would begin to suspect the little girl was deliberately teasing.

If someone entered Lin Tian’s room at this time, they would surely think they were seeing ghosts, for Lin Tian sat cross-legged on the bed, and before him, three crescent blades were floating.

Ever since using the Crescent Blade to injure Xu Feibai tonight, Lin Tian felt his connection with the blades had strengthened. This strange occurrence excited him but also confused him, as he didn’t know the reason. He could only conclude that real combat could enhance the refining effect.

As Lin Tian’s thoughts shifted, the Crescent Blades floated up and down with his intent, like little boats bobbing on a lake. He was practicing control—his current control over the Crescent Blades wasn’t great. When attacking Xu Feibai, it was a straight rather than maneuverable attack, which significantly reduced combat effectiveness.

"The master’s control is becoming stronger," the Sword Spirit, who always accompanied Lin Tian, knew his progress best. Although he always called himself king, he truly admired Lin Tian. Such persistent training surpassed even King Arthur.

"Thanks to your reminder, King Arthur honed his focus by chopping wood stakes; I can do the same," Lin Tian said confidently.

"Hehehe..." The Sword Spirit suddenly laughed slyly, saying, "Then does the master have a reward for me?"