What?! You Want to Marry My Great Aunt?!

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

The moment Jiang Chuan stepped out of the training room, he heard a familiar sound.

Then he saw Meng Nanxi, Song Zhiyan, Song Zhiyi, and three or four Elite Class students walking out of the Cultivation Room. Clearly, they had also exchanged Merit Points for Moon Dew.

"Jiang Chuan, how did the Type 99 General Purpose Machine Gun feel?"

Hearing Meng Nanxi's words, Jiang Chuan knew she had misunderstood.

Still, he was quite interested in the training setup.

"I wasn't in the training room. I saw where ammunition was collected—where do I go to get bullets and firearms?"

"Yang Lin's office, the teacher in charge of firearms and ammunition, is at the very back of the Teacher's Office. Just go in and swipe your Student Card to collect them."

As Meng Nanxi spoke, she took a red date from her pocket and handed it to the squirrel on her shoulder.

The squirrel took the red date and began crunching away at it.

Jiang Chuan nodded and followed the group toward the Exchange Room.

At that moment, there were still three or four students standing before Zhao Jiang's desk.

Clearly, these students had also just completed Skin Tempering and entered the Elite Class.

Behind Zhao Jiang, a number of robots had appeared at some point, resembling the serving robots used in restaurants.

When these robots detected Jiang Chuan and the others, they each brought Moon Dew over to them.

Jiang Chuan picked up the Glass Bottle delivered by a robot and examined the Moon Dew floating inside.

The Moon Dew was roughly the size of a longan, entirely azure in color, with several golden threads running across its surface. It looked like a work of art carved from some special metal.

"Campus Belle Meng, can Moon Dew be consumed directly?"

The moment Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he froze.

He watched Meng Nanxi pull out the stopper and place the Glass Bottle in front of the squirrel.

"Squeak!"

The squirrel cried out excitedly, then thrust its head into the Glass Bottle and began gulping down the Moon Dew.

Jiang Chuan's eyelid twitched.

He ate Moon Dew, and the squirrel ate Moon Dew too.

So did that mean Jiang Chuan was the same as a squirrel?

At least it wasn't that humans were worse off than squirrels.

The thought had just surfaced when Meng Nanxi spoke.

"Just swallow it directly and refine it."

Then Jiang Chuan watched Meng Nanxi pick up another Glass Bottle and feed it to the squirrel.

Jiang Chuan: "..."

I, Jiang Chuan, am actually worse off than a squirrel!

Had I known, I should've punched this squirrel a few more times outside the city!

"Feeding two drops of Moon Dew to a demonic beast—Nanxi, you really treat your squirrel well." Song Zhiyan leaned closer.

"These two drops of Moon Dew were exchanged by my grandfather with his Merit Points," Meng Nanxi explained.

"Does your grandfather—no, our grandfather—still need a grandson?" Jiang Chuan felt he could have his biological father recognize an adoptive father.

Meng Nanxi rolled her eyes at Jiang Chuan. "No."

Song Zhiyan revealed a sly smile. "Jiang Chuan, I heard Nanxi is an only child. If you marry her, everything her grandfather has will be yours."

"What?! You want to marry my Great Aunt?!"

A thick-browed, big-eyed youth walked up from behind Jiang Chuan, his face full of disbelief.

Jiang Chuan: ???

No, bro, you're already fifteen or sixteen. How old would your Great Aunt have to be?

No matter how bad my stomach is, I wouldn't stoop to eating this kind of soft rice!

Meng Nanxi glared furiously at the thick-browed youth. "Wei Tao! What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"Uh, top-ranked... Campus Belle Meng, you're his Great Aunt?" Jiang Chuan was utterly stunned.

Meng Nanxi answered, "My generation in the family is rather senior. According to the Family Tree, Wei Tao's grandmother is my cousin."

Jiang Chuan nodded.

Being young in age yet senior in generation was not exactly rare.

"Bro, I understand that you want to be my Great Uncle. After all, my Great Aunt is so beautiful."

Wei Tao patted Jiang Chuan on the shoulder. "But my Great Great Aunt, meaning my Great Aunt's mother, told me to keep an eye on her at Immortal Gate High School and make sure she doesn't date."

"If anyone wants to date my Great Aunt, I'm supposed to beat him up hard and make him abandon that idea!"

"So, you want to beat me up?" Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow.

Wei Tao let out a soft sigh. "No, I want to—it's my Great Great Aunt's order."

"I think you'd better not."

"Don't worry. I won't injure you. We're classmates, after all."

"I'm afraid I might accidentally beat you to death."

"..."

Jiang Chuan was very confident in his own strength.

Before completing Skin Tempering, his strength had already broken through a thousand jin.

Now that he had successfully completed Skin Tempering, his strength had increased greatly.

On top of that, he had the Blood-Patterned Iron Sword and had cultivated Heavenly Lament Divine Wind to Completion.

Even Iron Men cast from steel would be cleaved into several pieces by him.

A cultivator like Wei Tao, who had only just completed Skin Tempering, would be left without a whole corpse if he faced Jiang Chuan.

"Beat me to death? You're trying to act tough, aren't you?!"

At fifteen or sixteen, one was at the age when blood ran hot. Provoked by Jiang Chuan's words, Wei Tao's anger surged up at once.

"I'll give you that chance. Let's go to the Cold Weapon Training Room right now! I want to see what gives you the nerve to spout such wild words here!"

"Wei Tao, calm down!"

Meng Nanxi said anxiously, "Jiang Chuan, don't accept Wei Tao's challenge. My father, Wei Zhenghong, is a regiment commander in the army stationed in Nanjing. He has fought demonic beasts all year round. Wei Tao learned his blade techniques from him—they're ruthless and lethal, every move a fight for life!"

"If you're even slightly careless, you'll be seriously injured!"

"Ruthless and lethal!"

Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up. Since arriving in this world, he had fought in actual combat twice.

But the first time had been against ordinary people, while the second had been against the Bald Man's Yin Spirit in Divine War.

He truly had never crossed blades with another person.

The moment he heard about Wei Tao's blade techniques, Jiang Chuan became interested.

He could not possibly expect to train through combat only when he faced the Blood Sea Divine Cult, could he?

Wei Tao snorted coldly. "For my Great Aunt's sake, I won't hold it against you!"

"I accept your challenge."

Jiang Chuan grabbed Wei Tao by the shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the Cold Weapon Training Room now."

Meng Nanxi's expression changed sharply. "Jiang Chuan, don't be impulsive!"

"I'm not being impulsive. Hurry up and let me see your father's blade techniques." Jiang Chuan looked full of anticipation.

Wei Tao paused slightly, then gritted his teeth. "You brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me if you get hurt!"

"They're really going to fight!"

Song Zhiyan's cherry lips parted slightly. "Shocking! Less than two weeks into the school term, someone is fighting desperately over a high school campus belle!"

Meng Nanxi said irritably, "You'd be wasting your talent if you didn't become an online editor."

"I think I'd be perfect as an online editor too, but I'm not old enough to register yet." Song Zhiyan looked helpless.

The corridor leading to the Cold Weapon Training Room was lined with all kinds of Weapon Racks, holding and hanging a wide variety of weapons.

Jiang Chuan glanced around. Seeing that there was no great lance, he reluctantly picked up a Red Tasseled Long Spear.

When Wei Tao saw Jiang Chuan choose a spear, he pondered inwardly.

As the saying goes, an inch longer, an inch stronger. He chose a spear—looks like he plans to use its reach against my saber. In that case, I'll hold a saber in one hand and a shield in the other.

Wei Tao promptly took down a saber and a Square Shield.