The Backstab of Love

Inside the study.

"Before sharpening a knife, you first have to test what it's made of. You should have mastered all the basic knowledge related to Otherworldly Users. Now let me ask you: how much basic knowledge about mysterious skills have you mastered?"

Wenren Sheng leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Zhao Han stood obediently before him instead of sitting down, like a student being called on by her teacher at school.

"Um, basic knowledge?" She scratched her head and tried hard to recall.

"The origins of Otherworldly Users cannot be traced, and their purpose is unknown. They are Mysterious Objects that resemble 'seeds.' Mysterious skills are built upon Otherworldly Users. Only by possessing an Otherworldly User can one use mysterious skills. This is a fundamental law of the mysterious world."

"The grading of mysterious skills is similar to that of Otherworldly Users: there are five levels. However, their names differ in the early stages. They are Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Master Level, and Grandmaster Level. Oh, and supposedly there is also a hidden prerequisite level called the technique level. That means one has already mastered the technique for a related skill, but it has not been recognized by the Otherworldly User or imprinted within it to form a mysterious ability that can be activated at any time."

Wenren Sheng nodded without opening his eyes, then asked, "Then what mysterious skills have you mastered so far?"

"Uh..." Zhao Han said sheepishly. "I only have the Extraordinary Physique I was born with. I haven't learned any other mysterious skills yet."

"That's fine. The first time always leaves the deepest impression." Wenren Sheng finally opened his eyes. "Go lock the door."

Zhao Han did as she was told and locked the door.

When she returned, Wenren Sheng had her sit on the sofa opposite him.

She fidgeted uneasily before asking, "Teacher, what you said earlier about Shan Shan-jie...?"

"I can't tell you much about Shan Shan. In any case, you don't need to concern yourself with it," Wenren Sheng said indifferently.

"But if I secretly learn it, will Shan Shan-jie be unhappy?" Zhao Han suddenly remembered something.

During the class before last, when Yun Shuang-jie had said she had learned "Extraordinary Memory," it had been Shan Shan-jie who raised her hand to verify it. She had not thought much of it at the time, but now that she recalled it, there seemed to have been a faint hint of hostility.

"Haa..." Wenren Sheng let out a breath and stared into her eyes. "I'll only say this once. The only thing in this world that can restrain me, Wenren Sheng, is my own heart."

So domineering! Zhao Han shrank back slightly.

Wenren Sheng continued, "Now relax your mind. Let your heart follow your will, and let your will follow your thoughts."

As he spoke, he stood and placed his right palm atop Zhao Han's head.

A dark purple mist emerged from his palm as before, then slowly seeped into the crown of her head.

He was thoroughly familiar with the process. Under his perception, every detail of her brain tissue was laid bare...

Just as he had explained in class, his Alien Power traveled along a fixed route, stimulating the corresponding memory centers in her brain, nourishing the nerve cells there, boosting their vitality, and making their original functions even stronger.

At that moment, someone had silently appeared outside the study door.

She placed her hand on the door, seemingly intending to push it open, but for some reason, she eventually withdrew her hand.

More than half an hour later, Wenren Sheng withdrew his hand and patted Zhao Han on the head.

"Th-this is over?" Zhao Han realized she had somehow fallen asleep...

"Yes, you're finished." Wenren Sheng turned and left, a trace of satisfaction flashing across his face.

You have successfully conducted a session of mysterious teaching. You have mastered the mysterious skill "Mysterious Teaching Art (Beginner)." Extraordinary Power increased by 3 points. Maximum Mystery Points increased by 3 points, reaching 111 points.

Just as expected, only after a zero-distance mysterious skill transmission could the teaching technique he had long mastered be accepted by his Otherworldly User, elevated into a mysterious skill, and imprinted within it.

This condition seemed simple, but it was anything but.

Very few Otherworldly Users would dare to let Wenren Sheng's Alien Power enter their brains directly for such a lengthy on-site transmission without reservation.

Too many risks could arise in the process. Perhaps even a tiny disturbance could become a disaster.

There was no risk at all for Wenren Sheng. If something went wrong, at most he would cut off the Alien Power and expend a little strength.

But for the recipient, a failed transmission meant foreign Alien Power stirring around inside their brain. The outcome was easy enough to imagine...

And the more worried they were, the more guarded they would become. The more guarded they became, the more likely the transmission was to fail.

Only a carefree and ignorant newbie like Zhao Han was ideal.

There were not many people who met the requirements. Besides Zhao Han, the only possible candidates around him were Brother De, Sister Ling, Xu Yunshuang, and Wu Shanshan.

But none of those four had conditions as suitable as Zhao Han's. A blank sheet was easier to paint on; that was no empty saying.

While Wenren Sheng was thinking, Zhao Han was already impatient to use the mysterious skill she had just acquired.

She had tested Extraordinary Physique countless times already. When she ran, she was like a sprinter, and she had remarkable endurance too.

It was impressive, but inconvenient to show off among her classmates. Otherworldly Users were not allowed to participate in the various sporting events for Ordinary People. They had competitions of their own.

It was like expecting humans to compete with cars in a long-distance race.

But Extraordinary Memory was different. She could quietly show off among Ordinary People...

She looked around, found another copy of Records of Ancient Gods and Monsters on the bookshelf, and began reading it excitedly.

Wenren Sheng walked to the study door and opened it.

There was no one outside.

He frowned slightly and looked down at the corridor floor before returning to the living room, leaving Zhao Han alone in the study.

In the living room, the two men each held a bottle of baijiu and drank.

Brother De had gotten his way after all...

"Being a man is so tiring, so tiring..." The two lonely old men had their arms around each other's shoulders as they watched television and sang.

Wenren Sheng said nothing. He merely sat down on the sofa and opened his phone again.

He had already finished what needed to be done.

Before the feast, he needed an appetizer first.

But he had to find the right point of entry.

The Zhang Yi brothers from last time had been one point of entry, but not a good enough one. He had only brushed the outer edges and had no opportunity to delve into the core.

He opened Key of Secrets on his phone and entered the "Tianxing Club—Project Center Group."

"Team Leader Hu, are you there?"

"What a rare sight. Bro is actually showing up on the weekend. Let me offer you a cigarette, 52 kilograms of liquefied petroleum gas—this stuff really packs a punch..." Team Leader Hu sent a huge sticker.

"Uh, I took another week off this week for the evaluator exam. As an honest man, I naturally have to make up my work before I can rest with peace of mind," Wenren Sheng typed solemnly.

"Oh, that's wonderful. Little ones, hurry up and come out. Quickly, let His Majesty choose someone." Team Leader Hu began @-mentioning the group members one by one.

"Don't look for me. I'm drinking." The avatar with the nickname "Deputy Manager Wu" lit up.

"Two rare sights at once. Bro is online during the weekend, and Old Wu, who never drinks, is drinking today too? Are you having a second spring?" a user named Ouyang Tian chimed in.

"Cut the crap, or I'll make you work overtime for three days when I get back," "Deputy Manager Wu" replied.

Wenren Sheng was somewhat surprised. He subconsciously turned his head and, sure enough, saw Old Wu on the sofa nearby, drinking while using voice input on his phone.

He suddenly felt that the differences between people were truly enormous! Some people, even while drunk, still did not forget about work...

Did he not know that working while drunk could easily lead to accidents? Only someone like himself, who clocked in and out on time, maintained good energy, and avoided working while fatigued, was being responsible toward work, himself, and his family.

Of course, nothing was absolute. Emergencies were exceptions.

Wenren Sheng was deeply displeased with his Deputy's attitude toward working while drunk.

Naturally, one could not drink while working, but likewise, one could not work while drinking! At that moment, the group members came alive and began sending the names and detailed links of the projects they were handling, waiting for Wenren Sheng to make his choice.

Wenren Sheng reviewed them one by one. He knew most of the projects, but some were new.

Very soon, the name of one new project caught his attention.

"The Consortium Heir's Troubles."

"Xu Yuchen, the first-in-line heir of Five Colors Group, is currently troubled by his father Xu Qingshu's long-hidden actions and hopes someone can help him. Base compensation: twenty million. If that is insufficient, additional payment can be made with part of the group shares left behind by his mother."

This was the one.

President Xu, this time it was your own son who had stabbed you in the back... There was no backstab like one born of love.