Meanwhile.
After the Xu siblings learned of what Xu Jie had done, they immediately realized they could not keep waiting.
Xu Jie's increase in strength was nothing much; the key was that his temperament had suddenly changed drastically, and his way of doing things was completely different from before.
He could be called ruthless and merciless, fierce and cruel, carrying himself as though everyone around him were no more than weeds and livestock. It was enough to make anyone who heard of it shudder.
Killing people was not terrifying. What was terrifying was someone who did not regard human lives as lives at all, who considered it perfectly natural and felt no psychological burden whatsoever. That was truly frightening!
Therefore, Xu Ming took the initiative to contact their father outside the school, mobilizing the family's influence to pressure the university's higher-ups and force the school to severely punish Xu Jie.
Inside a café outside Martial Arts University.
Chu Mingyue, having changed into a more revealing outfit, sat elegantly opposite a middle-aged man whose expression was incomparably ugly, slowly stirring her coffee.
"...General Zhao, I will cover all of your son's expenses! I will also do my best to gather treasures and restore your son's injuries..."
Hearing Chu Mingyue say this, Zhao Tianyu's father, Zhao Du, could not help but sneer coldly.
"Restore him? Will my son even survive until tomorrow? Chu Mingyue, do you really think money can buy off everything?"
Chu Mingyue's movements paused as she spoke calmly.
"The strong prey on the weak! That is the truth of this world. Your son was inferior in skill and was crippled by a lower-year student. He has no one to blame but himself for being incompetent!"
Zhao Du grew even angrier at her words and bluntly demanded.
"Then why is the noble Fourth Miss of the Chu Family protecting Xu Jie? Are you sleeping with him?"
The instant those words left his mouth, Zhao Du regretted them!
He was merely a Guard Officer from a small border city, a third-rank Bone Forging Realm martial artist.
Though Chu Mingyue was only at the peak of the second rank, the influence of her family was simply beyond comparison with the Zhao Family.
Even in Central Prefecture, Chu Mingyue's Lineage, which held core authority, still carried considerable weight.
Sure enough, Chu Mingyue's pretty face changed. She coldly stared at the bowed-headed Zhao Du, killing intent flashing through the depths of her beautiful eyes.
The scene fell silent. Only after a long while did Chu Mingyue explain indifferently.
"Being responsible for students is the duty every instructor must fulfill! Zhao Du, I do not wish to explain too much to you. You only need to know that as long as I remain here, you cannot touch Xu Jie!"
"Fine!"
Zhao Du did not directly clash with Chu Mingyue. He nodded coldly, rose to his feet, and left the café, his back looking somewhat desolate.
But after leaving the café, Zhao Du's expression became exceptionally ferocious, like a wild beast that had lost all reason.
Xu Jie! You must die!
Zhao Tianyu was Zhao Du's only son. Martial artists already found it harder than ordinary people to produce offspring, and the stronger their cultivation, the more so.
Zhao Du had only gained a son in middle age. Now that son had been crippled by Xu Jie and might even lose his life, how could he possibly let this go?
Inside the café's private room.
Only after Zhao Du left did Chu Mingyue frown and sigh, recalling her earlier conversation with him.
Ever since becoming Xu Jie's instructor, she had indeed consciously and unconsciously shielded him.
On one hand, it might have been because Xu Jie was exceptionally handsome. If not for his timid and cowardly personality, he would have actually been an extraordinarily charming member of the opposite sex.
On the other hand, Chu Mingyue loved ancient poetry, while Xu Jie usually enjoyed reading classical texts as well. The two had found some resonance in their interests.
However, over the past two days, Xu Jie's temperament had suddenly changed completely, as though he had become another person, leaving Chu Mingyue somewhat at a loss.
Crude, domineering, cold, and cruel!
He was the complete opposite of his former timid, weak, and long-suffering self.
Logically speaking, Chu Mingyue should have felt disgusted by this version of Xu Jie.
Yet for some reason, two things Xu Jie had said to her often echoed in her mind.
"Want to do it?" "Wanna fuck?"
After Xu Jie's temperament changed, he carried a unique wicked charm, a domineering and icy aura that Chu Mingyue surprisingly did not hate very much. She merely felt a trace of embarrassed irritation.
I might really have gone crazy!
Rubbing her aching forehead, Chu Mingyue let out a breath of stale air, rose, and left the café.
Inside the confinement room, Xu Jie mechanically swallowed pills as he cultivated, attempting to use the Blood Burning Art to step into the peak of the Blood Moving Realm.
The peak of the Blood Moving Realm was the most important and crucial stage for martial artists within the first rank!
In theory, as long as a first-rank martial artist moved their blood three times and refined it to a certain extent, they could smoothly break through to the next realm.
Most martial artists in Xia Country did exactly that!
However, as martial arts continued to be developed, all kinds of high-level cultivation techniques emerged one after another.
Some eternal-level existences integrated the cultivation paths of gods from other realms and gradually uncovered the limits of every realm.
For example, in the Blood Moving Realm, the limit was to move one's blood nine times and refine one's blood to the utmost extreme!
To successfully move one's blood nine times, one needed cultivation techniques first, resources second, and talent third!
Cultivation techniques in the High Martial World were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Only martial arts at the Earth grade or above could allow a martial artist to move their blood nine times in the Blood Moving Realm.
Second, one needed massive amounts of resources, because every blood movement meant one further refinement of the blood. The farther one went, the greater the consumption.
Lastly, one needed the martial artist's own aptitude and talent. It was not as simple as having the technique and enough resources to move one's blood nine times.
Every first-rank martial artist who had moved their blood nine times was an absolute heaven-defying genius and monstrous prodigy!
Those in the world who could truly move their blood nine times were few and far between, as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Even among Xia Country's current gods, none had completed nine blood movements in the Blood Moving Realm.
One had to know that the resources consumed by nine blood movements exceeded the amount needed for a martial artist to break through from the Pulse Opening Realm to the Bone Forging Realm!
Yet the resulting increase in strength was not especially obvious. At most, it was equivalent to being two or three minor stages ahead of other martial artists in the same realm.
Xu Jie knew that the limit of the Blood Moving Realm was nine blood movements!
Of course, he wanted to complete all nine as well. He simply did not know whether the Blood Burning Art could truly accomplish it.
Xu Jie did not lack resources. He could either rob for them or kill people, demons, and monsters for them. To him, that was as commonplace as eating and drinking, something he could do with a flick of his hand.
What worried him was whether the Blood Burning Art, advanced from Basic Stance Training, could achieve this.
As for whether doing this was worth it...
What a joke. Xu Jie had already transmigrated and even awakened a system. If he did not move his blood nine times and develop every realm to its limit, then what the hell did he need the system for?
Since he was going to become a martial artist, he would become the strongest one!
Thus, Xu Jie consumed pills by the handful as though they had been blown in on the wind, without the slightest heartache.
As the Blood Burning Art circulated at high speed, an endless stream of medicinal power merged into his blood. His boiling bloodline even formed clouds of blood mist that coiled around his body.
Half a day later, Xu Jie successfully completed his first blood movement, officially advancing his martial cultivation to the tenth level of the Blood Moving Realm.
His Blood Burning Art also smoothly entered the major mastery stage.
Xu Jie was like a cultivation machine, training day and night without knowing exhaustion.
The rapid increase in his strength only made him excited. He did not feel even a trace of fatigue.
Another day passed, and Xu Jie completed his second blood movement, breaking through to the eleventh level of the Blood Moving Realm.
The pills he had borrowed were also about to be completely used up...
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