Chapter 101: 7S-Rank! Twelve Heavenly Gods Divine Thunder!
Lin Chuan had just stood up when he sat back down.
Ten-Thousand-Fold Return!
That brat Lin He actually saved a big one for him!
"Fusion!"
As the words fell, a powerful force of thunder surged into his body.
The Purple Heaven Divine Thunder in his meridiansoperated on its own, strands of purple electric arcs gathering together and continuously absorbing the incoming power.
Lin Chuan raised his right hand.
The thunder light in his palm grew brighter and brighter, and the electric arcs that were originally leaping outward actually began to contract inward.
The edges gradually became clear.
Finally, a small piece of purple crystal hovered above his palm.
Inside the crystal, countless tiny bolts of thunder were still swimming.
Lin Chuan slightly loosened his control over it, yet that thunder crystal still hovered steadily, showing no sign of dispersing at all.
The System prompt popped up accordingly.
[Thunder-attribute talent transformation complete!]
[Congratulations to the host for acquiring the 7 S-Rank Talent: Twelve Heavenly Gods Divine Thunder!]
[All original traits of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunderare retained!]
"7S-Rank! This naming convention is truly simple and crude!"
Lin Chuan looked at his palm, his mouth grinning almost to his ears.
Outside, for an SSS-Rank Genius, they practically wished they could move the entire school over.
If they knew he had already reached 7S, the Old Principal of Jiuli probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
With a thought from Lin Chuan, the thunder crystal quickly elongated, condensing into a fine needle.
The needle tip, the needle body, and the edges were crystal clear.
With a flick of his finger, the thunder needle flew out half a foot before stopping right in front of his eyes.
Raising his hand again, a two-meter-long thunder spear lay horizontally before him, its tip even reflecting the light on the wall.
"This thing is even more agile than before."
Lin Chuan hooked his finger, and the middle of the thunder spear broke, turning into a string of interlocking rings in the blink of an eye.
The purple chain wrapped around his wrist, made two turns in the air, and condensed a sharp cone at the end.
The entire process was unexpectedly smooth.
In the past, when condensing thunder weapons, he had to constantly control the power dissipating from the edges. Now, whatever shape he wanted it to turn into, it could steadily maintain that shape.
Lin Chuan withdrew the chain, his gaze falling on the test target by the wall.
It wouldn't do just to look pretty; he had to test its power.
He took out a defensive jade token from his spare items, hung it in front of the test target, and activated its barrier to the maximum.
Hum!
A layer of cyan light barrier unfolded, protecting the entire metal target inside.
Lin Chuan retreated a few steps, dividing just a wisp of thunder light from his palm and compressing it to the size of an embroidery needle.
"Let's use you to test it."
Swish!
The thunder needle flashed past.
There was no loud crash of the entire barrier being blasted apart.
Instead, a crisp sound came from the center of the metal target first.
A tiny hole directly pierced through from front to back!
Lin Chuan hurriedly reined in the thunder needle that had passed through the target, and looking ahead, that layer of cyan barrier was actually still glowing.
Not until this moment did a ripple spread outward around the position pierced by the thunder needle.
Lin Chuan walked closer and reached out to touch the barrier.
His palm was blocked.
The barrier was still functioning normally!
Yet the metal target behind it had been pierced straight through!
"Holy shit, this penetrating ability is not bad at all! Killing invisibly within the Mortal World, taking lives in a flash."
The System description unfolded at the right time.
[Twelve Heavenly Gods Divine Thunder restrains all laws, possessing extremely strong penetrating power against protective power, energy barriers, and defensive treasures!]
"Alright, I like this one."
Lin Chuan put away the jade token, and six demonic sabers simultaneously floated up from his sides.
Six wisps of crystal thunder adhered respectively to the blade edges, condensing into a thin layer of purple crystal blades.
The demonic sabers flew forward, suddenly changing direction, and the crystal blades turned along with them, firmly adhering to the blade bodies.
The next moment, the six sabers staggered positions in mid-air, and the crystal thunder on the tip of one of the sabers suddenly extended by half a foot.
Lin Chuan's eyes lit up.
If they were to fight, just as the opponent managed to dodge the blade edge, the thunder blade could still extend forward by a section.
Coupled with that penetrating force, Mental Strengthpsychic weapons now had a new usage.
He made the six demonic sabers fly around the room once more, confirming that the crystal thunder could likewise change with his thoughts during maneuvers, before putting them away.
The thunder light dissipated, and his Qi and blood also retreated back into his body.
Lin Chuan suppressed all leaking fluctuations with his Mental Strength, leaving not even a trace of the final electric arc in his palm.
People outside had no idea that he had upgraded his talent once again.
He lowered his head and flipped out the return record from just now.
ten-thousand-year thunder heart pith.
As for where Lin He got it, the record didn't say, and he didn't know either.
But the item was truly great!
"Good little brother, where did you pick up a treasure this time?"
Lin Chuan looked at that name, finding it more and more pleasing to the eye.
"Keep it up, big brother supports you the most."
...
The next afternoon.
Haicheng, at the entrance of a commercial street.
Bang!
The newly set up roadblock was whipped flying horizontally by a thick tail.
A ferocious beast over six meters long crashed into the intersection, its back covered in black scales, and its body surface wrapped in a layer of constantly flowing blue aquatic light.
Tier 4, Water-Armored Violent Crocodile!
The gunshots of the garrison squad rang out one after another, bullets hitting its body and bursting into splashes of water, yet failing completely to penetrate the scales underneath.
The violent crocodile violently shook its head, knocking over a car parked on the roadside.
A garrison member lunged forward, dragging a man who was still bending over to pick up his phone into a shop.
"Your life is almost gone, and you're still picking up your phone! Hurry up and leave through the back door!"
While leading his men back, the captain pressed his communicator.
"Tier 4 ferocious beast, current firepower cannot kill it. Immediately dispatch high-tier Martial Artists for support!"
A nearby member anxiously asked:
"Can the heavy artillery be fired?"
"This is a city! Behind it are all shops, and there are people inside! Stop it at the intersection first, don't let it get into the crowd!"
As soon as the words fell, the violent crocodile opened its huge mouth, and a stream of blue water rapidly gathered between its teeth.
Just at this moment, a figure darted out from the side and landed in front of the roadblock.
It was precisely Lin He!
"All of you back down, leave this beast to me."
The captain hurriedly reached out.
"Don't charge forward, that's a Tier 4—"
Boom!
Nine-colored thunder light surged out from Lin He's body simultaneously!
Lin He pushed out with a palm, and the Nine-Color Holy Thunder gathered into a thick pillar of thunder in front of him, slamming against the water stream spewed by the violent crocodile.
The water stream instantly shattered!
The thunder pillar did not diminish in momentum, heavily smashing onto the top of the violent crocodile's head.
That layer of water armor that had just blocked the dense firepower was blasted open on the spot by the thunder light. A large swath of the black scales beneath was also lifted up!
Roaring in pain, the violent crocodile lunged at Lin He, its huge mouth biting down fiercely.
Lin He shifted his footing, dodging the lunging beast mouth, fully stimulating the Qi and blood in his body that had been nourished by the ten-thousand-year thunder heart pith.
The second streak of Nine-Color Holy Thunder blasted directly into the wound on the top of the violent crocodile's head!
Rumble!
The nine-colored electric light poured in along the wound, the violent crocodile's huge body suddenly stiffening, its lunging front paws slamming directly onto the ground.
It slid forward a few more meters before coming to a complete stop.
Smoldering smoke rose from the gaps in the scales.
It was dead!
Holding the communicator, the captain stubbornly failed to say the second half of his sentence.
From Lin He's appearance to the violent crocodile's fall, not even a few breaths had passed in total!
Inside the communicator, the support personnel were still asking for the specific location.
The captain looked at the beast's corpse and quickly replied.
"Target has been killed! There are civilians injured at the scene, let the medical team come in as soon as possible!"
On the residential building opposite, a man holding a mobile phone shouted until his voice cracked.
"Filmed it! It's all filmed! Two hits, such a huge ferocious beast, and he killed it in just two hits!"
The citizens hiding in the shop also recognized Lin He.
"Isn't that the Lin family's second place in the college entrance examination?"
"Right, it's him! I saw him in the admissions live broadcast a few days ago!"
Lin He put away the thunder light and turned to support an elderly person coming out of the shop.
"Slow down, let the garrison squad check first to see if there are any injuries."
One mobile phone after another was aimed at him.
This time, finally no one moved the camera away from him.
Lin He's face was full of concern, but in his heart, he felt so exhilarated that he could barely hold back his laughter.
Before coming, the Tianyi Cult had already handed over the data of this ferocious beast to him.
The water armor was thick, making ordinary attacks difficult to take effect, but its resistance to high-tier thunder was very poor, making it just right for his Nine-Color Holy Thunder to play its role.
The ferocious beast was released by the Cult, and even which side he should appear from had been explained in advance.
Lin He knew everything.
However, those two hits just now were executed by himself!
Now that he also had the record of frontally slaying a Tier 4 ferocious beast, who could still treat him as merely the second place in Dongzhou?
On the building across the street, a Tianyi Cult member put away his mobile phone and sent a message.
"The Holy Son has completed the slaying, and the on-site video has already spread."
...
When Lin Chuan saw the video, the garrison squad had already begun transporting the beast's corpse.
He dragged the video back a bit and finished watching the section where Lin He made his move.
Nine-Color Holy Thunder.
This brat's talent had just evolved, and he ran out to show off.
Lin Chuan casually opened the comments, and people below were already comparing the brothers' combat records together.
He watched with great amusement.
"Pretty good, this time someone should finally be willing to lavish resources on you."
At the same time, the Thunder King Yue Jinglei also received this video.
Seeing Lin He make his move, he immediately put down the teacup he was originally holding.
The video paused, dragged back, and watched again.
Nine colors, and the might of the thunder had completely changed as well.
As a disciple he had personally taught, what the Six-Color Ancient Thunder was like, he knew better than anyone!
Thunder King Yue Jinglei stood up directly and dialed Lin He's phone.
As soon as the call connected, he spoke:
"Disciple, your thunder! It has evolved!"
Chapter 102: Lin He Enters the War Academy and Feels Like He Can Do It Again
"Shifu, I was just about to tell you about this."
Lin He held his phone, his tone full of pleasant surprise.
Over the phone, Thunder King Yue Jinglei immediately said:
"Come to the Haicheng Martial Arts Association first, I'm waiting for you in the testing hall!"
Lin He agreed, hung up the phone, and rushed to the Martial Arts Association.
Half an hour later, Lin He arrived at the Haicheng Martial Arts Association. Thunder King Yue Jinglei was already waiting in the testing hall, and seeing him arrive, he led him into the talent testing room.
Once the retest was over, a staff member handed the report to Thunder King Yue Jinglei.
[Lightning Attribute Talent: Nine-Color Holy Thunder!]
[Talent Rating: SSS-Rank!]
Looking at the three S's on the report, Thunder King Yue Jinglei chuckled out loud.
"Good! Excellent! You've also become an SSS-Rank Talent!"
Lin He attributed the evolution to a lightning-type serendipitous encounter, claiming only that he had accidentally acquired a precious spiritual marrow.
The ten-thousand-year thunder heart pith was inherently a pure lightning-type precious material, and the power after Fusion had not the slightest bit of demonic taint. Thunder King Yue Jinglei had checked and found no abnormalities.
"I will contact the First War Academy right now. That is my alma mater, and when it comes to lightning-type cultivation, you definitely won't suffer any losses going there."
What Lin He had been waiting for was precisely these words.
His talent evolution relied on the Tianyi Cult. As for Thunder King Yue Jinglei, his most valuable asset was his network of connections at the First War Academy.
The academy fought year-round with Jiuli over leagues and snatched Secret Realm quotas; going there would allow him to leverage their influence to deal with Lin Chuan!
What top scholar, what Haicheng Lin Family heir.
Those things should have belonged to him in the first place!
Lin He suppressed the malice in his eyes and sent out his prepared inner voice.
[Shifu has always worried for me, yet I failed to even win the top scholar position, letting him down.]
[This time I must enter the First War Academy to win face for Shifu, and let everyone know he didn't misjudge his disciple.]
Thunder King Yue Jinglei, standing beside Lin He, was originally about to take out his phone, but upon hearing this inner voice, his actions paused for a moment.
This child was still thinking about winning face for him in his heart.
He raised a hand to pat Lin He's shoulder, then walked over to the window before dialing the phone of the First War Academy Master.
"My disciple has evolved to SSS-Rank, and the retest report will be sent to you immediately. I will discuss the training program with you personally!"
Lin He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
Yes, it had to be like this.
If you don't step forward for me, were all those times I called you Shifu in vain?
...
That night, Lin He posted the retest report on his public account.
Placed together with the video of him slaying ferocious beasts, it quickly pushed the popularity to its peak.
"The Haicheng Lin Family, two SSS-Ranks in one family? Their ancestral tombs must be emitting lightning!"
"They used to say Lin Nan was biased and blind, but this time he really got it right!"
In the ancestral home's reception room, Lin Nan scrolled through the comments, smiling so broadly that his teeth were completely exposed.
Biased?
That was called having vision!
Lin He returned from the Martial Arts Association, and just as he sat down nearby, his phone rang. The admissions head of Longdu Martial Arts University had already arrived in Haicheng and wanted to arrange a meeting with him.
After listening for a couple of sentences, Lin He handed the phone to Lin Nan.
"Dad, the school wants to schedule a time to meet. Please help me arrange it."
Lin Nan took it and cleared his throat.
"A meeting is fine, but first hand over ten million in sincerity deposits."
The other end of the phone went silent.
"Mr. Lin, we are here to discuss special admission. The enrollment rewards for Student Lin He can be discussed in person."
"Enrollment rewards are enrollment rewards; these are two different things."
"What do you mean? Just for a meeting, we have to pay ten million?"
Lin Nan let out a cold snort.
"Of course! My son just slew a Tier-4 ferocious beast, and he still needs to cultivation when he gets back. Where would he find the time to chat with you one by one? If you want to talk, show some sincerity."
"Can this ten million eventually be deducted from the rewards?"
"No, and if talks fail, it won't be refunded either."
The person on the other side grew so angry that their blood was boiling.
"So this is admission ticket money?"
"You can also understand it that way."
Lin Nan leaned back against his chair and leisurely took a sip of tea.
"Everyone else is waiting in line. If you aren't willing, I'll arrange the next one first."
Hanging up, Lin Nan returned the phone to Lin He, then took out his own phone and sent the collection account number to that admissions head.
What was written there was his own name.
As for which family's cultivation technique Lin He was suited for, or which mentor taught well, he didn't even ask.
Flipping through the lists sent successively by various schools, he turned straight to the end, specifically looking for the treatment offered to family members.
There wasn't this item?
Then add it!
Half an hour later, a payment of ten million arrived in his account.
The other party did not want to make a wasted trip, nor were they willing to lose the chance to fight for an SSS-Rank Talent just for this bit of money.
Lin Nan looked at the arrival text message and set down the teacup in his hand.
This money came much faster than doing business!
He booked a reception room at the hotel, scheduled a time for the school that paid, and sent a voice message to another inquiring school.
"Ten million is for a regular appointment. If you want priority to meet today, add another five million."
Some schools refused on the spot and turned around to contact Lin He directly instead.
Lin He replied politely to all of them.
"Teacher, I'm sorry, these family matters are all arranged by my dad, I listen to him."
After replying, he set his phone aside.
Let Lin Nan collect however much he liked.
The conditions offered by other schools could all be shown to Thunder King Yue Jinglei later, letting this good Shifufight a bit more for him.
Anyway, he had chosen the First War Academy long ago.
There was no need to tell those schools that paid money about this for now.
During several meetings that night, Lin Nan sat right beside them. While Lin He only said he still needed to consider, Lin Nan inquired house by house about what benefits could be brought to the Lin Family's business.
When someone shifted the topic back to the training program, Lin Nan would pick up his phone to check the time.
"The next one is still waiting. If your esteemed school has no other sincerity, let's leave it at that for today."
...
The next day, the First War Academy Vice Shifu arrived in Haicheng.
When Thunder King Yue Jinglei accompanied him into the hotel reception room, Lin Nan and Lin He were already waiting inside.
This time, Lin Nan didn't block them to ask for ticket money.
The Vice Shifu sat down and spread the official proposal out on the table.
"Three billion in enrollment rewards, a complete S-Rank lightning-type cultivation technique, and four years of cultivation resources supplied according to your Realm. Additionally, Mr. Yue has secured two high-tier Secret Realms for you, with one entry quota each."
Without even taking that training list, Lin Nan pushed his own prepared cooperation proposal forward first.
The Vice Shifu opened it, looked at it for a couple of seconds, and frowned.
"Mr. Lin, today we are mainly discussing Lin He's training."
"It's all the same. The child was raised by the Lin Family; while you're training the child, you should also support my Lin Family."
Lin Nan pointed at the document, becoming more fluent the more he spoke.
"Open a branch of that pharmaceutical company under your umbrella in Haicheng. You guys will be responsible for the funds, formulas, and production personnel, and the academy will guarantee the sales of the produced pharmaceuticals."
"As for the profits, I take eighty percent."
The Vice Shifu put the document down.
"No, then what does your Lin Family contribute?"
"My son is going to your school—isn't that enough?"
Lin Nan wore an expression of complete matter-of-factness.
"An SSS-Rank! How much honor will he win for the academy in the future, how many resources will he snatch? Our family has cultivated him for over a decade; you can't just expect to step in and harvest the fruits directly!"
"Besides, with him around, you guys can compete with Lin Chuan in the future, right?"
The Vice Shifu was amused to the point of laughter.
Their First War Academy was responsible for providing money, formulas, and personnel, and in the end, Lin Nanwould take eighty percent by himself.
Might as well have them kneel down and beg for food.
"I have to apply to the academy for this cooperation. There is a cap on the additional training budget for Lin He; you guys can't take advantage of everything."
The Vice Shifu opened another list.
"The basic treatment can be kept. If you want the academy to provide funds to support this branch factory, you must give up the two extra high-tier Secret Realm training sessions arranged for this year."
"Then we won't go for now!"
Lin Nan answered faster than anyone.
Thunder King Yue Jinglei frowned and looked over.
"Those two Secret Realms are very suitable for Lin He's current talent."
"Mr. Yue, Xiao He is still young, what harm is there in entering a bit later? Besides, Secret Realms are so dangerous; as a father, my heart aches for my child!"
His words were full of concern, yet Lin Nan's hand kept pressing down on the profit-sharing page.
"Let's finalize the matter of the branch factory first. Eighty percent, settled annually. I will specially register a company to take on this business."
"Is this new company also counted among the Lin Family industries you manage on behalf of others?"
"No."
Lin Nan shook his head immediately.
"The new company is held by me personally, it has nothing to do with the Lin family."
He hadn't forgotten that the old Shifu had left the Lin Family to Lin Chuan.
This time, Lin Chuan shouldn't even think about touching a single cent of what he earned!
Listening to this, Lin He sneered in his heart.
This old thing used the opportunity he snatched to trade for his own benefits, and now he couldn't even be bothered to put up a pretense.
However, the Tianyi Cult had even better resources over there. As long as he successfully entered the First War Academy, he could just let him have a taste of these minor things first.
He turned his gaze to Thunder King Yue Jinglei and sent out another inner voice.
[Shifu must have spent a lot of thought for those two quotas.]
[I really didn't want to put him in a difficult position, but Mom and Dad raised me for so many years... Forget it, entering the Secret Realms twice less means I'll just cultivation a bit more; I must never lose face for Shifu.]
Thunder King Yue Jinglei looked at the silent disciple, his expression softening slightly.
Lin Nan was insatiably greedy, but the child was sensible to the point of making people's hearts ache.
"You don't need to worry about the matter of the quotas."
He said in a deep voice.
"I still have two experiential training quotas under my name that can be transferred to a disciple. Once you arrive at the academy, I'll handle it for you."
Lin He only then raised his head.
"Shifu, how could I accept this..."
"cultivation in peace and don't think about these things."
Lin He hurriedly nodded, and the slight displeasure in his heart instantly dissipated.
Wasn't this made up for right here?
If he had known this old man still had private stashes, he should have complained a few more times much earlier!
The Vice Shifu got up and went out to contact the academy. Upon returning, he handed the approval and modified documents to Lin Nan.
"It is limited only to this basic pharmaceutical branch factory in Haicheng. Today, you will sign the letter of intent in your personal capacity first. Once the company is established and Lin He enters the academy, we will sign the formal contract."
The eighty percent profit share was also written into it.
Lin Nan took the letter of intent, carefully read it three times, and then signed it.
The Vice Shifu then handed the special admission confirmation letter to Lin He, while Lin Nan urged from the side.
"Sign quickly, don't keep the two elders waiting."
Lin He lifted his pen and signed.
First War Academy, admission confirmation approved.
Lin Nan couldn't bother to look at that admission message; he first picked up his phone and made a call.
"Handle the matter of registering the company today!"
...
After seeing the guests off, Lin He returned to the ancestral home. He entered his room, closed the door securely, and only then sent the admission result to his contact in the Tianyi Cult.
The reply he received was likewise supportive.
With the status of a talented student of the First War Academy and the protection of Thunder King Yue Jinglei, it would be much more convenient for him to publicly show his face and approach Lin Chuan in the future.
Before setting off for the First War Academy, Lin Hespecifically went to look for Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan was sitting at the desk, organizing the things to take to Jiuli. Lin He walked into the room and stopped by the desk.
"Big Brother, I am going to the First War Academy."
He turned his phone screen toward Lin Chuan, displaying the admission information, and smiled very gently.
"Three billion in enrollment rewards, a complete S-Rank cultivation technique. Shifu also agreed to transfer his own Secret Realm quota to me so that I can improve my strength as soon as possible."
"Oh, then you must make good use of it."
Hearing this, Lin Chuan actually raised his head.
Lin He stared at his face and continued:
"Now I am also an SSS-Rank. In the future inter-school leagues and Secret Realm competitions, we will always cross paths."
He waited to see Lin Chuan's expression change.
It would be best if he could see a trace of dread on that annoying face.
Lin Chuan put down the list in his hand, stood up, and patted his shoulder.
"Very good, cultivation well, and when you go out in the future, don't just focus on showing off."
Lin He's smile stiffened for a second.
He sneered in his heart.
Putting on quite the act.
Once he completely rose up with the resources of the academy and the Tianyi Cult, he would take back every single thing in Lin Chuan's hands one by one!
Lin He turned and left.
Lin Chuan looked at his retreating figure, in quite a good mood.
Talent evolution, the school giving resources, and Shifueven throwing in private quotas.
With so many people helping, if Lin He still didn't cultivation quickly, he wouldn't live up to this treatment.
As for himself?
Just waiting to collect the returns would do.
With the Qi and blood throughout his body restrained by his Mental Strength, Lin Chuan casually picked up his phone and saw a message just sent by Ning Zhaoyue.
"The procedures for arriving early at the academy have been processed. The three days for the Soul Pool this month have already been reserved for you, and your exclusive cultivation ground can also be used."
Lin Chuan replied directly.
"Alright, I'll go over tomorrow."
Chapter 103: Arriving at School by Private Jet, the Three Great Student Associations Fight Over Him!
The next morning.
A black private jet landed at Jiuli City Airport.
Lin Chuan walked down the plane carrying his weapon case, where a Jiuli Academy shuttle was already waiting outside.
He had to admit, this treatment was indeed pretty good.
No waiting in line, no security checks, and he could even carry his weapon case with him.
Over forty minutes later, the shuttle arrived at the main gate of Jiuli Academy.
Seeing the grand display outside, the driver was instantly stunned.
"School hasn't even started yet. Why are there so many people today?"
Lin Chuan looked up.
Hundreds of students were standing on both sides of the school gate, with a red banner stretched across the front.
[A Warm Welcome to SSS-Rank Freshman Lin Chuan to Jiuli Academy!]
"Lin Chuan is here!"
"It really is him! Quick, take a picture!"
As soon as the shuttle stopped, a crowd of upperclassmen swarmed around.
Among them were quite a few pretty girls.
After all, school hadn't officially started yet; coming back early was not only to join the excitement, but also to see this legendary SSS-rank freshman with their own eyes.
"Junior Lin Chuan, can we take a photo together?"
"Junior, look over here!"
"I'm a junior in the Tactics Department. If you don't understand course selection in the future, you can ask me."
A male student nearby called her out, "You only got a sixty-two last semester!"
The female student glared at him.
"What's wrong with sixty-two? A passing grade means I get it!"
Laughter erupted all around.
Lin Chuan didn't put on airs either, standing in the middle of the crowd to cooperate for a few photos.
Just then, the sound of engines echoed from three intersections at the same time.
To the east, a line of eight black luxury cars pulled up, silver and black flags of the Tianheng Society planted on their hoods.
To the west were six heavy military off-road vehicles, with the students inside all wearing crimson combat suits.
The fewest cars came from the south, only three, bearing the bronze insignia of the Xinghuo Society.
"The three major student associations are all here!"
"Tianheng and Chifeng both sent vice presidents, while Xinghuo's Duan Cheng even came in person!"
"They're going to fight for him right here on the spot!"
The spectating students actively cleared an open space.
The young man leading the Tianheng Society was the first to step up to Lin Chuan.
He wore a black suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and a smile on his face.
"Hello, Junior Lin. I am Shen Zhiyuan, Vice President of the Tianheng Society."
Saying so, Shen Zhiyuan had someone hand over a black-gold invitation.
"As long as you join the Tianheng Society, weapons, potions, cultivation rooms, and mission intelligence will all be opened to you with priority."
"We have seventeen financial groups backing us. Whatever equipment you need or whoever you want to meet, you can tell me directly."
Many surrounding students felt envious hearing this.
The Tianheng Society was rich—a fact known throughout Jiuli.
Many ordinary members could obtain tens of millions in resources from the association every year.
And what Shen Zhiyuan was offering Lin Chuan was a core member invitation.
Shen Zhiyuan continued, "Our Shen Family has cooperated with the Imperial Capital Lin Family for many years. Strictly speaking, we're on the same side. If you come to the Tianheng Society, you certainly won't be mistreated."
"Money alone can't nurture true powerhouse experts."
A cold, harsh voice came from the side.
Wei Linfeng, Vice President of the Chifeng Society, walked over.
"Junior Lin, the Chifeng Society's elite squad is still missing a core spot. If you're willing to come, this position is yours."
"Every year, we enter front-line war zones and receive internal missions from the Military and the Martial Arts Association. After graduation, whether you want to go to the Military, the Martial Arts Association, or the Zhenyuan Division, someone will introduce you."
Wei Linfeng shot a glance at Shen Zhiyuan.
"Our Wei Family and the Imperial Capital Lin Familyfought foreign races side-by-side on the battlefield. That kind of relationship is far stronger than commercial dealings."
Shen Zhiyuan's smile faded slightly.
"Vice President Wei, recruit if you want to recruit. There's no need to put down Tianheng, is there?"
"I'm just speaking the truth."
People from both associations stared at each other, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense.
Standing in the middle, Lin Chuan understood the situation.
One had money, one had power.
Furthermore, both believed that since he shared the surname Lin, he was bound to be close to the Imperial Capital Lin Family.
Yet in all his years of living, he didn't even know which direction the front doors of the Imperial Capital Lin Familyfaced.
Let alone having any affection for the Main Family.
"Excuse me, please let us through."
A voice came from behind.
Duan Cheng led the people from the Xinghuo Society, finally squeezing out from between the two groups with great difficulty.
Compared to the previous two groups, their presence was noticeably smaller; Duan Cheng, as president, could barely even butt into the conversation.
He looked at the black-gold invitation in Shen Zhiyuan's hand, then down at the ordinary card in his own.
"Student Lin."
"In the Xinghuo Society, most are students without prominent backgrounds, who reached where they are today by taking missions and earning credits on their own."
"Junior Lin, feel free to drop by whenever you have time."
Lin Chuan took the three invitations.
"I've accepted all three of your invitations."
"However, today is my first time in Jiuli, and I don't even know where my dorm is."
"Give me a few days to get settled, and I'll give you all an answer."
Shen Zhiyuan, however, showed no intention of stepping aside.
"Junior Lin, the Tianheng Society's core invitation won't be held indefinitely. Since all three of us are here today, why not give us a definite answer right now?"
Wei Linfeng also nodded in agreement.
"Jiuli's resources are limited. For many things, you only qualify to participate if you take a proper stance. No matter how great your talent is, you still need someone to pave the way for you."
Though their tone was relatively polite, it carried a matter-of-fact undertone.
It seemed as though since they came in person, Lin Chuanhad to choose one.
Just then, an even harsher engine roar rang out from outside the crowd.
"Get out of the way, it's Madwoman Ning's car!"
The crowd parted with a whoosh.
A silver sports car surged up to the school gate, drifted sharply, and came to a steady stop beside Lin Chuan.
The window rolled down.
Ning Zhaoyue held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at the members of the three associations.
"Look at you all, squabbling over him already."
Shen Zhiyuan said, "Young Miss Ning, we're merely waiting for Junior Lin's response."
"What's the rush?"
Ning Zhaoyue turned to look at Lin Chuan.
"Lin Chuan, get in. I'm taking you to the Soul Pool."
Lin Chuan opened the passenger door and slid straight in.
The silver sports car roared to life and drove into the academy under the watchful eyes of the three associations.
"Are the student associations at Jiuli always this direct when recruiting people?" Lin Chuan asked.
"Ordinary freshmen don't get this kind of treatment."
As Ning Zhaoyue drove, she explained:
"The Tianheng Society is backed by financial syndicates and prominent families; they have the most money and the best equipment. The Chifeng Society is backed by the Military and the Martial Arts Association; they have the strongest combat capability. Those two have been fighting for the top spot for years."
"What about Xinghuo?"
"Xinghuo is a faction formed by ordinary students banding together for warmth. It's grown bigger over the years, but it's still far behind those two."
Ning Zhaoyue spoke very bluntly.
"Though Duan Cheng is decent enough. Even if Xinghuo lacks resources, its members are very united."
"As for which one to choose, that's up to you."
"They're willing to give you things because they want you to compete for things on their behalf. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
Lin Chuan put away the three invitation cards.
"Of course I know that. I'm not choosing any for now; anyway, I came today to soak in the Soul Pool."
Ten minutes later, the sports car stopped in front of a black building.
The entire building had no windows, only a heavy alloy door.
Ning Zhaoyue swiped her clearance pass, and the heavy door opened slowly.
"Go on in."
"Before using the Soul Pool, you need to test your Mental Strength. The academy will adjust the intensity according to your actual baseline."
Lin Chuan walked into the testing room and placed his hand on the apparatus.
Hum!
The testing rings lit up row by row.
The numbers on the screen also began to jump rapidly.
Chapter 104 High-Grade Mental Strength
The numbers on the screen kept rising all the way.
1,000 units!
3,000 units!
5,000 units!
A young woman sat behind the testing console.
She looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with her long hair tied back behind her head, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. She had a tall figure and very pretty facial features.
Ning Zhaoyue had introduced her when she just entered.
The woman was named He Zhiqiuh, a teacher at Jiuli Soul Academy, and both the Soul Pool and the Spirit RefiningGreat Millstone were managed by her.
He Zhiqiuh had originally been leaning back in her chair, but seeing this, she slowly straightened her body.
However, the numbers did not stop.
Finally, they rose all the way to 8,000 before finally stabilizing.
[Mental Strength: 8,000 units]
The testing room fell silent for a few seconds.
He Zhiqiuh rechecked the instrument once more and had Lin Chuan take the test again.
The result was still the same.
"8,000 units?"
He Zhiqiuh glanced at Ning Zhaoyue.
"The data you gave me didn't say that his Mental Strengthwas also this high."
Ning Zhaoyue spread her hands.
"I'm only responsible for bringing the person here. As for matters regarding Mental Strength, you should ask him."
He Zhiqiuh looked back at Lin Chuan.
"Have you specifically Cultivated Mental Strength before?"
"I practiced it for a period of time."
Lin Chuan stretched his wrists.
His Mental Strength was not weak to begin with.
During this period of time, the members of the Tianyi Culthad not been idle, and combined with his own Cultivation, his Mental Strength had already risen to 8,000 units.
It's just that the higher Mental Strength goes, the harder it is to improve.
"8,000 units is indeed an exaggerated quantity."
He Zhiqiuh came before Lin Chuan, released her Divine Sense to check, and quickly discovered the problem.
"However, your Mental Strength is too scattered. You probably only focused on increasing the quantity all this time and rarely condensed its quality."
"Can this even be seen?" Lin Chuan asked.
"Of course."
He Zhiqiuh raised a finger.
A wisp of purple Soul Power condensed at her fingertips, turning into a marble-sized orb.
Ordinary people could not see this color.
But after Lin Chuan released his Divine Sense, he could see it very clearly.
His own Mental Strength presented a light blue color.
He Zhiqiuh's, however, was purple.
"Control 100 units of Mental Strength and clash with my Soul Power."
"Alright."
Lin Chuan separated a wisp of light blue Mental Strength, likewise condensing it into an orb.
The quantities of the two strands of Soul Power were the same.
But the moment they collided, the light blue Soul Powerdirectly exploded.
The purple Soul Power only shook a few times and still maintained its original shape.
Lin Chuan instantly became interested.
"Is the difference this big?"
"After being condensed multiple times, a single strand of high-grade Soul Power can suppress ten strands of ordinary Mental Strength."
He Zhiqiuh withdrew her Soul Power.
"Your 8,000 units of Mental Strength look large in quantity, but if you encounter true high-grade Soul Power, even consuming ten times as much might not give you an advantage."
"Can the Soul Pool improve the quality?"
"An ordinary Soul Pool cannot, but the Spirit RefiningGreat Millstone here can."
He Zhiqiuh walked to the door and swiped to unlock the permissions inside.
"The Spirit Refining Great Millstone will continuously crush Mental Strength, grinding away the impurities within. This process is very painful and also consumes a lot of Soul Pool energy."
"Ordinary students wanting to use it require 5,000 contribution points per hour."
"What the school has opened up for you is the core grinding position. As long as you can endure it, you can use it all day today."
Finished speaking, she led the two through the testing room and came inside the Soul Pool.
Ahead was a circular pool of water.
The pool water was milky white, and a layer of faint mist drifted on the surface of the water.
In the center of the pool floated a black millstone more than ten meters in diameter.
The millstone slowly rotated, and with every rotation, a low roar came from around it.
The moment Lin Chuan released a wisp of Mental Strength to approach, a stabbing pain came from his Sea of Consciousness.
"How do I use it?"
"Sit under the millstone and actively send your Mental Strength in," He Zhiqiuh said.
"If you can't endure it, stop. Don't force all your Mental Strength in at once. Once Soul Power is damaged, recovering is very troublesome."
Lin Chuan nodded, walked under the millstone, and sat cross-legged.
He first released 100 units of Mental Strength.
Boom!
The Spirit Refining Great Millstone immediately pressed down.
Lin Chuan felt as if his Mental Strength was repeatedly crushed by a huge boulder, and intense pain followed into his mind.
The 100 units of light blue Mental Strength constantly deformed, but did not collapse.
The Formless Soul Embryo gently trembled, and the Mental Strength that was still somewhat chaotic instantly stabilized.
Lin Chuan closed his eyes and continued to urge the millstone.
Once.
Ten times.
One hundred times.
The light blue Mental Strength gradually deepened, and a trace of purple slowly appeared within it.
"It worked."
He Zhiqiuh had been observing from the side all along.
She originally thought that when Lin Chuan used the Spirit Refining Great Millstone for the first time, it would take at least a few hours to find the feeling.
She didn't expect that only twenty minutes had passed before he condensed the first wisp of high-grade Soul Power.
Hearing her say this, Ning Zhaoyue was also somewhat surprised.
"Is this considered fast?"
"Of course it's fast."
He Zhiqiuh looked at the faint Formless Soul Embryo hovering above Lin Chuan's head.
"This Formless Soul Embryo should also be able to help him condense Mental Strength."
Seeing that Lin Chuan had already entered the zone, Ning Zhaoyue did not stay any longer.
"I've handed the person over to you. I'll come back tonight."
"Hurry up and leave, don't disturb him here," He Zhiqiuh waved her hand.
After Lin Chuan found the method, his speed became faster and faster.
100 units.
300 units.
800 units.
Time also went from morning to evening.
When Lin Chuan opened his eyes again, the Mental Strength around him had changed from light blue to purple.
[High-Grade Mental Strength: 1,500 units]
[Ordinary Mental Strength: 6,500 units]
Condensation only improves the quality on the original foundation and does not create Mental Strength out of thin air.
In one day, Lin Chuan condensed 1,500 units of ordinary Mental Strength into high-grade Mental Strength.
He Zhiqiuh took the record sheet and looked back and forth several times.
"The three Mental-type Geniuses who used the core grinding position last year condensed a maximum of 360 units on the first day."
"Your speed is already more than four times the highest record."
She originally worried that the school had opened up the core grinding position of the Soul Pool for nothing just to win over an S-Rank Talent lightning-type.
Now it seemed that giving this resource was not a loss at all.
Lin Chuan had just stepped down from the grinding position when a burst of quarrelling came from outside.
"He stayed inside for a whole day?"
"Since when can the core grinding position be used like this?"
Several young people stood at the entrance of the Soul Pool, the leader being slender with somewhat gloomy eyes.
He Zhiqiuh frowned and said, "Han Zheng, this is the admission treatment given to Lin Chuan by the school. If you have any questions, you can go find the Resource Department."
"Of course I have questions."
Han Zheng pointed at the Spirit Refining Great Millstone inside.
"If we want to use it once, we need 5,000 contribution points, and we can only use it for one hour."
"He hasn't done any school tasks or made any contributions, why should he occupy the core grinding position for a whole day on his first day?"
"Just because he is an S-Rank Talent?"
"But his S-Rank Talent is lightning-type, not Mental-type!"
The few people next to him also spoke up.
"Even if we save up 5,000 contribution points, we can only apply for one hour, and applying three times doesn't even guarantee a spot."
"If he truly has ability in terms of Mental Strength, we accept it. If he only relies on his lightning-type talent to get treatment, this is unfair to everyone."
He Zhiqiuh closed the record sheet in her hand.
"Lin Chuan condensed 1,500 units of high-grade Soul Power in a day. How much did you condense when you first used the Spirit Refining Great Millstone?"
Han Zheng's expression stiffened.
He only condensed 280 units the first time.
But with so many people watching, it was impossible for him to bow his head just like that.
"Fast condensation speed doesn't mean he knows how to use it."
"Lin Chuan, do you dare to have a match with me?"
"Without using lightning-type talent, and without using physical body strength, we will only compare Mental Strength."
Lin Chuan had just condensed high-grade Soul Power and originally wanted to find someone to test its power.
Since someone delivered themselves to his door, he saved the trouble of looking.
"Sure."
Lin Chuan stretched his neck.
"How do you want to compare?"
Chapter 105: Battle Against Han Zheng
"Let's go to the martial arts arena."
Han Zheng looked at Lin Chuan and said directly, "We won't use Qi and blood, and thunder-type abilities are not allowed. We'll only compare Mental Strength and weapon control.
Whoever loses will have their damaged weapons sent to the equipment department for valuation, and the loser will pay for them."
Lin Chuan nodded.
"Alright, that's very fair."
He Zhiqiu didn't stop them, as Jiuli University naturally encouraged competition among students.
She directly took the two of them to the martial arts arena affiliated with the Soul Pool and had them sign an electronic agreement.
The students who were originally guarding outside the Soul Pool all followed along.
Quite a few people were calling others in the group chat, and by the time Lin Chuan and Han Zheng stepped onto the martial arts stage, over a hundred people had already gathered around.
Upon receiving the news, Ning Zhaoyue also rushed back from the outside.
Standing opposite her was Chu Manshuang, dressed in a black combat uniform with her long hair tied back behind her head.
Han Zheng usually worked under Chu Manshuang.
"Lin Chuan only condensed high-grade Mental Strengthfor the first time today."
Chu Manshuang glanced at Ning Zhaoyue, her tone very certain.
"Han Zheng has used the Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade for two years, and now he is integrated with the wheel. He will definitely win. Ning Zhaoyue, when your person loses later, don't say that we are bullying a freshman."
Ning Zhaoyue slanted her eyes and looked at her.
"Hmph!"
"Our Lin Chuan has already condensed 1,500 units of high-grade Mental Strength. You Han Zheng only have 50 units, how are you going to fight?"
"Condensing it is one thing, but whether he can use it well is another. Han Zheng has cultivated Mental Strength for three years, and he also has a Tier 4 Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade. As for your Lin Chuan, he entered the Spirit Refining Great Mill for the first time today."
On the stage, the two stood thirty meters apart.
Their hostility was fully flared up.
Ever since entering university, the two of them had been competing and striving against each other everywhere.
He Zhiqiu raised her hand to activate the protective barrier.
A transparent light curtain rose, enveloping the entire martial arts stage.
"I'll say it again, you can only use Mental Strength. You are not allowed to use Qi and blood, and you must not attack each other's physical body vitals. If one party admits defeat or loses the ability to resist, the sparring will end immediately."
"Did you both hear clearly?"
The two nodded at the same time.
As soon as Han Zheng finished speaking, a pale blue Mental Strength surged from between his brows.
He had a total of 1,300 units of Mental Strength, of which more than 50 units had condensed into deep purple.
A black flying wheel rose from the long box behind his back.
The flying wheel was nearly a meter in diameter, and its edges were full of sharp sawtooths. As the Mental Strength was injected, the flying wheel spun faster and faster in mid-air, emitting a low buzzing sound.
"Tier 4 Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade, a Treasure Artifact dedicated to Mental Masters."
A junior student nearby said in a low voice, "Han Zhenghas relied on it to defeat a 6th-layer Grandmaster Martial Artist. Ordinary Tier 4 weapons can't hold up for more than a few hits when they collide with it."
This was also where Han Zheng's confidence lay.
Lin Chuan indeed had a lot of Mental Strength.
The speed of weapon control, weapon strength, and actual combat experience would also affect the outcome.
Lin Chuan had just condensed 1,500 units of high-grade Mental Strength today. Han Zheng didn't believe he could immediately apply this power to actual combat.
"Lin Chuan, show your weapons."
Lin Chuan opened the weapon box.
Six demonic sabers flew out simultaneously, hovering in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Han Zheng laughed.
"Just this? Ordinary Tier 3 weapons."
Lin Chuan: "They are already enough."
He Zhiqiu waved her hand.
"Start!"
"Buzz!"
The Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade instantly rushed out.
With a thought from Lin Chuan, the foremost demonic saber slashed straight ahead.
The two weapons collided in the center of the martial arts stage.
"Clang!"
Under the first head-on collision.
The black flying wheel only deviated to the side by half a foot, but the blade of the demonic saber exploded on the spot, and more than a dozen fragments hit the protective barrier, then all bounced and fell to the ground.
"One shattered!"
Han Zheng sneered and didn't stop.
The flying wheel cut an arc in mid-air and slashed over from the side again.
Lin Chuan simultaneously controlled two demonic sabers, one to intercept frontally and the other to circle behind Han Zheng.
Han Zheng was well prepared.
The Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade suddenly accelerated, first smashing the frontal demonic saber in half from the middle, and then violently spinning to catch up with the other demonic saber.
"Crack!"
The third demonic saber also shattered.
"Han Zheng's weapon control is too strong, and Lin Chuan's weapons are inferior to his. Lin Chuan is going to lose!"
"The sawtooths of the Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade are all attached with high-grade Mental Strength. Ordinary weapons will definitely suffer if they collide head-on."
The discussions grew louder and louder.
Lin Chuan also narrowed his eyes. Three blades worth 18 million were smashed, which was 9 million!
He simultaneously separated the remaining three demonic sabers, pressing toward the flying wheel from three directions: left, right, and above.
Han Zheng raised his hands, and all the Mental Strengthbetween his brows surged out.
The flying wheel changed directions continuously.
The last three demonic sabers didn't last long either, all exploding into pieces.
"Clang!"
Half of a blade spun and stabbed into the martial arts stage.
All six demonic sabers were completely shattered!
Exclamations suddenly rang out all around.
"How much compensation will this cost?"
"No, no, no, Han Zheng won, and in the end, Lin Chuan will have to pay."
A smile also appeared on Chu Manshuang's face.
"No matter how much Mental Strength you have, it's useless if you don't know how to use it. Lin Chuan, you should practice honestly at the edge of the Soul Pool from now on, and don't ever think about competing with us for the core area, because you don't deserve it. Remember that?"
Ning Zhaoyue kept watching Lin Chuan.
Her heart also sank to the bottom. This should be his first defeat since she got to know Lin Chuan.
Han Zheng controlled the flying wheel to hover above his head, breathing a sigh of relief in his heart. Lin Chuan's weapon control methods were indeed very rusty; this sparring session would end soon.
"You don't have any weapons left."
"Who says so?"
Lin Chuan glanced at the fragments all over the floor.
These six demonic sabers had accompanied him in many battles, and they were very smooth to use before.
But in the confrontation of high-grade Mental Strength, the gap in the weapons themselves was instantly exposed.
Lin Chuan quickly identified the problem.
These demonic sabers could no longer withstand his current power.
"I still have weapons."
Lin Chuan raised his right hand.
Purple Mental Strength surged from between his brows, rapidly gathering above his head.
The Formless Soul Embryo vibrated slightly.
The originally formless Mental Strength quickly condensed into a purple saber over four meters long.
The blade was wide and thick, with an arc at the tip.
The entire shape was excessively simple.
Someone below the stage raised their head and watched for a few seconds, finally unable to hold back.
"Why does this look like a big watermelon knife?"
"Drop the 'look like', this is a super-large watermelon knife. Whose Mental Strength condenses weapons into something like this?"
"How... unpretentious!"
Just as the laughter rang out, the expression of a senior student from the Soul Academy beside them changed.
"Stop laughing! He didn't use a Treasure Artifact to carry it; he completely condensed it using high-grade Mental Strength. It's over four meters long and can still maintain this level of stability—how much Mental Strength did he mobilize?"
Chu Manshuang frowned, still not changing her tune.
"Pure mental weapon condensation is the hardest to maintain. Han Zheng's flying wheel is specifically designed to suppress Mental Strength; a head-on collision will make your knife scatter."
Han Zheng sneered and flicked his hand.
"Suppress!"
The flying wheel blade rushed out again.
The huge purple watermelon knife fell head-on.
"Boom!"
The two collided head-on, and the entire martial arts stage shook with it.
The rapidly spinning Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade suddenly stopped.
The next second, a fine crack split across the surface of the flying wheel.
The smile on Chu Manshuang's face instantly froze.
"Han Zheng, don't collide with him head-on! Retract the flying wheel and attack from the side!"
Han Zheng's face turned pale instantly.
"How is that possible!"
That was a Tier 4 Mental Master Treasure Artifact!
Han Zheng had no time to think more, pouring all of his 1,300 units of Mental Strength into the flying wheel.
The flying wheel spun again, desperately resisting the purple saber pressing down from above.
Sweat soon broke out on his forehead. As long as he held on for a few more seconds, Lin Chuan's condensed weapon might collapse on its own.
But right at this moment, gasps erupted from everyone present.
Han Zheng looked up.
Behind Lin Chuan, two more strands of purple Mental Strength rose.
In the blink of an eye, two super-large watermelon knives, also several meters long, condensed and formed!
"Three?"
"The first one hasn't scattered yet, and he condensed two more!"
"The control required for this is much higher than simultaneously controlling six demonic sabers!"
Chu Manshuang gripped the guardrail in front of her tightly, no longer able to say that Han Zheng would win.
Panic finally appeared in Han Zheng's eyes.
"Wait—"
The two purple watermelon knives had already fallen.
One pressed against the left side of the flying wheel, and one pressed against the right side.
Three strands of high-grade Mental Strength erupted simultaneously.
"Crack!"
The crack on the Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade widened again.
The mental barrier in front of Han Zheng also collapsed downward. His legs bent, and he heavily knelt on one knee on the martial arts stage, the ground beneath his feet rapidly cracking.
He desperately urged his Mental Strength, but he couldn't even retract the flying wheel above his head.
"Stop!"
He Zhiqiu reached out and clenched her hand.
The protective force of the martial arts arena immediately fell, supporting the three purple watermelon knives.
"Han Zheng has lost the ability to resist. Lin Chuan wins."
Lin Chuan dissipated his Mental Strength.
The three large sabers simultaneously turned into purple light spots and disappeared from the martial arts stage.
From start to finish, he did not use Qi and blood, nor did a trace of thunder light appear.
The onlookers looked at the fragments of the demonic sabers all over the floor, and then at the obvious crack on the flying wheel. For a moment, no one said that Lin Chuanonly knew how to rely on thunder-type abilities anymore.
"8,000 units of Mental Strength, 1,500 units of high-grade, he can actually use them out."
"Han Zheng's fifty-something units of high-grade Mental Strength can already suppress most Tier 4 Mental Masters. In front of Lin Chuan, he couldn't even withstand a single watermelon knife."
"Three."
The person next to him seriously corrected, "In the end, it was three."
After finishing speaking, many people subconsciously looked at Chu Manshuang.
Just moments ago in front of Ning Zhaoyue, she had repeatedly asserted that Han Zheng would win. Now that Han Zheng was pinned down on one knee, all those words fell right back onto her own face.
Only then did Ning Zhaoyue retract her gaze.
"How is it, Chu Manshuang, are you satisfied with the result now?"
Chu Manshuang's face turned cold.
Han Zheng stood up from the ground, his face alternating between green and white.
He Zhiqiu had people collect the weapon fragments on the ground and sealed up the damaged Soul-Suppressing Flying Wheel Blade together.
"The equipment department will complete the valuation within today. According to the agreement, all losses will be borne by Han Zheng."
Han Zheng looked at the six shattered demonic sabers and then at his own flying wheel, his mouth twitching fiercely.
In this sparring session, not only did he lose, but he also had to cover all the repair and damage compensation for both sides.
Lin Chuan walked down the martial arts stage, just wanting to ask if the school had sturdier Mental Master weapons, when Chu Manshuang walked out from the crowd.
"Lin Chuan! How despicable you are, your thoughts are truly deep!"
Chu Manshuang's voice was very loud, and everyone around the martial arts arena heard it clearly.
Lin Chuan felt somewhat that this woman was simply incomprehensible.
"First you provoked Han Zheng to fight with you, and because of the valuation compensation, you purposely sent up six demonic sabers to let Han Zheng smash them all for you."
"When everyone thought you were going to lose, you then used Mental Strength to condense weapons and turned the tables in public."
"Now you've won, you have your reputation, and someone will compensate you for the six old blades at their original price."
Some people looked at the shattered blades all over the floor and then at Lin Chuan, their eyes indeed harboring a bit more suspicion.
Chu Manshuang continued, "From the moment you signed the agreement, you meticulously schemed against Han Zheng. You used him as a stepping stone and even made him spend money to replace your weapons."
"Lin Chuan, you stepped on others to establish your prestige as soon as you came to Jiuli. Do you want to show off that much?"