If Yan Yu had a "Rebirth Revenge List" in his heart, Chen Lingyun's na would definitely top the chart, without any doubt.
The reason was simple: this despicable woman had mocked his identity more than once, "Oh, it's such a pity you're not a cultivator."
She said it during als out, she said it during post-dinner walks, she said it during movie outings, she even said it before the cultivators went off to war... Yan Yu rembered clearly. This despicable woman had mocked him a total of 137 tis across various occasions, as if lacking a Spirit Root made him less of a person.
As a reborn individual, it's only normal for to have a better mory, right? It's not because I'm holding a grudge!
However, wasn't this despicable woman an Olympiad exchange student at Jiangnan High School during her senior year? Yan Yu had never heard of this.
Upon reflection, when Zhao Yuanzhen first transmigrated to Lin'an Prefecture, she killed several bystanders just to keep her mouth shut. That must have been why Jianghai High School, where the despicable woman attended, deed the exchange unsafe and thus canceled the original plan.
Now that the enchantress has been subdued and no killings have occurred, there were no violent security incidents, so naturally, she was sent over as originally scheduled.
"Are you in the Olympiad class, classmate Sun Ziyi?" Chen Lingyun took the initiative to ask.
"No," Yan Yu replied. "I'm just an ordinary student."
"Oh, is that so?" Chen Lingyun said with a smile. "My apologies, I've got it wrong."
Yan Yu didn't respond; he knew she was looking for an excuse to get him to talk. The more he said, the more information he would reveal, and the clearer the "personality portrait" she painted in her head would beco. He opted instead to play the part of the silent, cool character.
"Here we are," Yan Yu said as he personally escorted her to the bottom of the laboratory building. "This is the place, goodbye."
Without any hesitation, he turned and left, while Chen Lingyun didn't seem to be in a hurry to go upstairs, just smilingly watching his retreating figure.
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School was out.
As Yan Yu walked ho, he noticed that there were many more uniford officers at the intersections than the day before, checking IDs of people on the streets.
Although he carried a student ID in his backpack, the officers rely glanced at him and waved him on— it seed they were specifically looking for young won of a certain age to check.
Upon arriving ho and swiftly closing the door, Yan Yu was promptly greeted by Zhao Yuanzhen. He asked her seriously:
"How has it been? No one ca to the door, right?"
"No one," Zhao Yuanzhen answered honestly.
Yan Yu tossed his backpack aside and collapsed onto the sofa, motioning with his hand:
"Co here, my back is hurting; give it a rub for ."
Inside, Zhao Yuanzhen seethed with resentnt. Although they were Taoist companions, it was only in terms of cultivation. Massaging and kneading like a maid or servant—wasn't that sothing for subordinates to do?
She wanted to slap him right there, to kill this wretch who humiliated her, but rembering the powerful master behind him, she forcibly suppressed her rage. She went over to massage Yan Yu's spine while silently noting this new grievance:
"Today, upon his return, that scoundrel Yan Yu called over like a common servant to press his shoulders and knead his back, utterly detestable!"
"I shall note this debt for now. The day I find the opportunity, I will make him toil like an ox and horse for my bidding, to soothe the hatred in my heart!"
"How is it, is the pressure alright?" Zhao Yuanzhen relished her thoughts, yet her hands did not cease, and with a sugary voice, she asked, "Should I use a bit more strength?"
"It's fine," Yan Yu grew suspicious.
The Empress Yuanzhen was always cunning and paranoid, so why wasn't she probing about what I did all day outside? Instead, she's obediently massaging here. What's going on?
Hmph, she must be planning so vicious sche while pretending to be submissive on the surface, aiming to lull my vigilance!
As Yan Yu leisurely enjoyed the massage from the beauty, he suddenly said:
"Speak."
"Speak what?" Zhao Yuanzhen was puzzled.
"Speak of the thoughts in your heart," Yan Yu said calmly.
The thoughts in my heart? Zhao Yuanzhen was startled, and her movents halted.
Did this wretch learn of the grudges I hold in my heart?
No, he must have "calculated" it!
Even though he didn't follow his master in Qi Refinent, he must have learned his master's thod of divination—otherwise, how could he possibly know what I'm thinking?!
Feeling the sudden pause of the hands on his back, Yan Yu knew his conjecture was spot on, and he sneered:
"What, you have the guts to think it but not the guts to admit it?"
Zhao Yuanzhen's body shook at the words, increasingly certain that his thoughts had been secretly calculated by this little thief. He quickly feigned composure as he explained,
"I was rely indulging in wild thoughts, not actually planning to act on them. Why do you care so much? As Taoist partners on the path to enlightennt, our glory and losses will be shared in the future. Could you really worry that I would harm you and sever my own path to Taoism?"
Heh, that's hard to say.
Yan Yu certainly knew that Empress Yuanzhen was very suspicious and would never completely trust anyone in the world.
If she knew that there was no powerful master behind her, she might as well decide to snap her own neck in an instant and switch from a dual cultivation to a solo practice—one that, despite injuring her foundation, would completely eliminate the future risk of "Betrayal by a Taoist partner." With Empress Yuanzhen's character, she was definitely capable of doing such a thing.
While it was necessary to bide one's ti like taming a hawk, it was also crucial to have the power to protect oneself, because even a peck from the hawk shouldn't be fatal.
Yan Yu was noncommittal about Zhao Yuanzhen's defense and said indifferently,
"Whether you will act on your thoughts or not, do you think I wouldn't know? But let's not talk about that for now. Recite the Three Arts and Five Spells to first."
"The Three Arts and Five Spells?" Zhao Yuanzhen frowned, "What do you want to learn that for?"
The so-called "Three Arts" refer to the long-distance high-speed movent of the "Shifting Technique," the short-range teleportation of the "Cloud Ascension Technique," and the "Wall-Penetration Technique," which allows one to move through obstacles.
As for the "Five Spells," they are the Five Elental True Character Curse of moisture, fla, bending, image, and surge, each with its unique wonders.
However, the Three Arts and Five Spells are almost like basic arithtic in the modern world, regarded as introductory spells that 'every cultivator knows' in the Cultivation World. Why did the thief specifically ask to learn these?
Seeing the perplexed expression on her face, Yan Yu chuckled and said,
"With the current level of spiritual energy in this world, even if you learned those super Taoism thods capable of moving mountains and re-channeling seas, could you actually use them?"
"Zhao Yuanzhen, I advise you to practice the Three Arts and Five Spells well. They will be more useful than anything else this year."
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In a secret military base in Jianghai Prefecture.
i Yingxue stood in the spacious hall, wearing Taoist robes, and ditating with her eyes closed.
At the top of a wall on one side of the hall, behind several layers of thick bulletproof glass, the relevant officials had all arrived.
Not only that, multiple caras were filming from various angles, transmitting the data in real-ti over a secure link to Pingjing—where higher-ranking individuals were watching a live broadcast.
"Daoist i," the loudspeaker in the corner of the room sounded, "you may begin."
"Fine," i Yingxue opened her eyes and spoke indifferently, "The spiritual energy in your world is far too sparse. Many spells I cannot use, so I can only demonstrate the 'Three Arts and Five Spells' for you."
"This is the Shifting Technique." Her figure disappeared abruptly, then reappeared at the end of the hall.
Behind the bulletproof glass, the officials wore impassive faces as though their minds had gone blank.
After a prolonged silence, the Governor of Jianghai, Chen Tianming, was the first to speak,
"Did you capture all that?"
"Captured," soone hastily operated the computer, slowing down the footage for projection display.
Through the slow-motion replay, everyone got a clearer view this ti: i Yingxue stepped forward with her left foot first, then lifted her right foot off the ground, suddenly accelerating towards the hall's end, putting her left foot down followed by her right foot, and finally taking a few steps to stop the montum.
From the movents alone, it looked like she had simply taken one step.
But according to the motion sensor data, her speed after the step montarily reached 16 ters per second.
This super acceleration, almost impossible for a human body to achieve, shattered everyone's worldview and understanding.
"She…" Liu Zhenyuan, the Prefect of Jiangnan, struggled to steady himself and asked for confirmation, "She isn't wearing any equipnt, right?"
"No," soone imdiately presented a security inspection report, "She's only wearing a silk robe; there's no concealed equipnt inside."
"Don't forget," Huang Wenqing reminded from the side, "Is there any high-tech equipnt that can accelerate a person to 16 ters per second in an instant? And she seed to be perfectly normal."
"Let's not rush to conclusions," Governor Chen Tianming said, "Have her demonstrate all the Three Arts and Five Spells."
After all, with the dark history of the qigong craze in the 1980s, it was essential to be extrely cautious, cautious, and even more cautious in acknowledging non-natural phenona.
It would be best if they could find evidence of fraud. If not...
...they would have to send the person to Pingjing to let the experts in the capital study her because Jianghai Prefecture could definitely not co to any conclusions.
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