Chapter 77 : The So-Called Spirit Vision and Innate Spirit Visionaries

In the end, I could only watch as Sister Bai hurriedly left.

The ID card in my hand was the only proof that she had been here.

That was way too fast.

What could be so urgent?

I looked down at the card and decided to give it a try.

Though I didn’t know the process, you have to be bold and try things out.

Meanwhile, Bai Yu, who had left in a rush, showed a trace of worry and frustration.

Just yesterday, she was suddenly contacted by a teacher named Xi Lan.

Bai Yu had no prior connection with this teacher, but the teacher wanted to talk.

Teachers in the academy were all at the level of transcendent witches, so Bai Yu naturally took it seriously.

After meeting and talking with the teacher for a while, Bai Yu realized that Xi Lan was far more interested in Little Han, whom she had brought to the academy, than in her.

The teacher openly admitted to having called some students the academy was particularly interested in a few days ago.

Combined with what Little Han said about being specially recruited by the Witch Academy Admissions Office, it was no surprise that this teacher was the one who had recruited Little Han.

Naturally, Bai Yu wanted to know why Little Han was so deliberately targeted by the Witch Academy, even bypassing her college entrance exam scores to admit her.

She didn’t deny that the olive branch extended by the Witch Academy was indeed the best path for Little Han’s future.

But at the time, she didn’t know if Little Han would resist becoming a witch.

She assumed the teacher wouldn’t tell her the reason, so she didn’t press too hard.

But the teacher was straightforward and revealed the cause.

Little Han was on the Imp Academy’s priority recruitment list.

After investigation, it was confirmed that Little Han was an “Innate Spirit Visionary.”

Bai Yu had never imagined why a mere Imp Academy would be taken seriously by the Witch Academy, going so far as to investigate their priority recruitment list.

It was just a newly established academy, not even worthy of polishing the Witch Academy’s shoes.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was that she never expected Little Han to be an Innate Spirit Visionary.

She had heard of the term Innate Spirit Vision but didn’t know much about it, only some well-known research findings.

For example studies and countless real cases had proven that Innate Spirit Vision wasn’t a remarkable talent but an incurable terminal illness.

No one could explain to a newborn life, with no understanding of the world, what the normal world was versus the Inner World seen through Spirit Vision.

From birth, they lived in a different world from ordinary people.

They were natural mental patients, pitiful souls unable to adapt to the current world.

But Bai Yu knew Little Han was different!

She had indeed shown symptoms similar to Innate Spirit Vision in the past and was even admitted to a mental hospital as a child.

But Little Han had recovered.

Now, she was no different from a normal person, except perhaps a bit introverted and friendless.

But that was just a lingering effect of her past life.

She has changed so much now.

Witchification seemed to have given Little Han a fresh start, making her willing to try being more outgoing.

Bai Yu explained all this to the teacher.

Though she hadn’t seen Little Han’s mental breakdowns herself, she had heard Little Han talk about them.

She wanted to refute the teacher’s perspective.

After all there had never been a case of an Innate Spirit Visionary recovering.

They couldn’t even embark on the path of transcendence on their own, let alone use transcendent powers to correct their cognition.

Even cognitive correction through witchification required some level of cognition to begin with.

A madman would always be a madman.

But no matter how much Bai Yu argued, she knew she was only convincing herself.

There was one piece of evidence she couldn’t ignore: she had personally witnessed Little Han’s Spirit Vision level in the data.

It wasn’t a level an ordinary person, untouched by transcendent powers, should have.

It seemed the only explanation was Innate Spirit Vision.

Spirit Vision levels were currently divided into six stages: Foresight, Imaging, Unknown, Madness Threshold, Floating World, and True World.

Ordinary people who awakened Spirit Vision started at the “Foresight” level.

Their vision occasionally pierced the boundary between the Outer and Inner Worlds, seeing things invisible in the normal Outer World.

These were often incomplete phantoms, and unless deliberately remembered, the memories would quickly fade, like dreams.

Some said this phenomenon was a self-protection mechanism, giving people a gradual process to adapt to Spirit Vision.

But Little Han’s Spirit Vision level was “Floating World.”

What did that mean?

The teacher sitting across from her had admitted that her own Spirit Vision level was only “Unknown,” despite being a transcendent witch.

She even spoke of the “Madness Threshold” with dread.

The Madness Threshold wasn’t like the other five stages, which were processes.

It was a barrier.

If you crossed it, you reached the next level, “Floating World.”

If you didn’t, you went mad, as the name suggested.

And this madness wasn’t just ordinary insanity or mental illness.

There was no recovery, just like with Innate Spirit Visionaries no recorded cases of recovery.

It was risky.

Many students in the academy, even after becoming transcendent witches, didn’t deliberately pursue higher Spirit Vision levels.

No one wanted to graduate after all that hard work only to ruin themselves chasing Spirit Vision.

Bai Yu was well aware of this.

Little Han’s Earth Vein record data couldn’t be wrong.

The teacher had even reported it to the academy’s top leadership, and the conclusion was that the data was accurate.

Little Han was, without a doubt, an Innate Spirit Visionary, the only known case of recovery.

Her potential was even more terrifying than this year’s top student, though that was only in terms of potential.

As for what the academy might do to Little Han, Bai Yu was still worried, but Teacher Xi Lan had given her assurance.

If anyone dared to touch Little Han because of this, they’d likely face the wrath of all the academy’s teachers.

She was the first recorded case of her kind, a monumental proof of something unprecedented.

A living Little Han was far more valuable for research than a cold experimental subject.

So, for now, Little Han’s situation was relatively safe, which wasn’t enough to make Bai Yu angry.

The real issue stemmed from the conflict caused by the Imp Academy losing such a special Innate Spirit Visionary.

The academy’s upper echelons were engaged in a power struggle, which the teacher didn’t fully explain, only mentioning briefly.

The current situation was that Bai Yu’s early intervention had put her at odds with the Imp Academy, so the matter was classified as a conflict between students.

Even without Bai Yu’s intervention, the academy would have responded, as Little Han was a student officially admitted by the Witch Academy.

This matter would inevitably lead to a “resolution” of a conflict between the Witch Academy and the Imp Academy.

At first, Bai Yu didn’t realize how absurd this was. It was like a no-name university trying to challenge a world-class institution.

But after the academy’s higher-ups negotiated and played their games, it was declared a conflict between student groups, not to be escalated to the academy level.

Under the teacher’s subtle hints in her tone and expression, Bai Yu thought of a possibility, something the teacher had briefly mentioned that jogged her memory.

It was something from before.

Back then, she had stumbled upon an incomprehensible truth, something she didn’t even understand at the time and hadn’t taken seriously.

But afterward, the academy found her and forced her to sign a confidentiality agreement.

That was when she realized the world was never simple, and some information couldn’t be spread.

Back then, she had only seen a few terms she didn’t understand.

Now, thinking back, it was chilling: “World Script Theory,” “Child of Destiny”

Bai Yu instinctively swallowed hard, recalling the teacher’s final words to her.

“I didn’t seek you out for no reason. It’s not just because you’re involved in this incident, but also because of the truth you accidentally encountered back then. I don’t know what you’ll think, but I hope you’ll cooperate. If you’re willing, I’ll explain the truth to you, provided you sign another confidentiality agreement.”

“It’s… for the sake of your Little Han, whom you clearly care about. I’ll give you some reassurance: she’s just a peripheral figure in this incident. After lighting the fuse, she should be able to step back. You just need to play your role.”

It was clear enough.

The teacher knew what she knew, but she couldn’t speak of it, not even to a teacher.