Eating Soft Rice Isn't Glorious

After understanding the whole situation, Lu Siye asked about Lele's condition again, only to be told that Lele had already been taken to the Town Demon Suppression Division.

Due to Lele's special constitution of having one body with two souls, the Town Demon Suppression Division gave the young couple two options.

One was for the Town Demon Suppression Division to seal Lele's other soul, allowing Lele to grow up like an ordinary person.

The other was for Lele to join the Town Demon Suppression Division, be raised by them from a young age, and have a high probability of reaching the Night Wanderer Envoy level upon adulthood.

Having experienced the helplessness of having their life and death controlled by others, the couple, after careful consideration, decided to let their child join the Town Demon Suppression Division.

After leaving the hospital, Lu Siye declined Wang Wenjing's offer to drive him back to Tongjiang Residential Complex and instead hailed a shared bicycle, riding off into the distance by himself.

He was truly single by his own merits.

It was noon, and the weary office workers were starting to get off work. The streets gradually became filled with more cars, and countless delivery riders in yellow uniforms weaved through the traffic.

At a two-lane intersection, a delivery rider, sweating profusely, was staring anxiously at his phone while riding his electric scooter.

He hadn't been delivering food for long and wasn't familiar with the surrounding roads. Coupled with the traffic jam, his order was about to be late.

Suddenly, a luxury car next to him rolled down its window, and a handsome man wearing the same delivery uniform leaned out, looking at the anxious delivery rider.

"Hey, brother, new to this line of work?" the handsome man asked.

"How did you know?" the delivery rider asked, surprised.

"Experienced riders go through alleyways directly. Only newbies wait obediently at red lights. I used to do this," the man said with experience.

"Oh!" The delivery rider just nodded, still anxiously watching the traffic light, which had tens of seconds left.

"Listen to me, brother, delivering food has no future," the man said earnestly.

"You're not doing it either!" the delivery rider retorted unhappily.

"That's why I chose to take a shortcut of decades," the man leaned back, revealing a middle-aged woman with a large gold chain and a small watch in the driver's seat, looking smug.

"Damn it!" The delivery rider almost threw his phone at him.

Beep!

The red light began its countdown, flashing.

"Get ready to go, brother. No two-wheeled vehicle can outrun a luxury car. While you're still young and have the energy, find someone yourself!" the man waved goodbye triumphantly to the delivery rider.

"Damn, a guy living off his girlfriend. I'm a tough and upright man, I'll never live off a woman," the delivery rider said, his face contorted with envy.

Beep!

The light turned green, and the luxury car sped off, leaving the delivery rider's small electric scooter far behind.

The man watched the delivery rider disappear into the rearview mirror, a smug smile on his face. He muttered, "Two wheels can't outrun a luxury car after all... Ah!"

Before he could finish his thought, he widened his eyes and stared at a shared bicycle riding parallel to him, his mouth agape, so wide he could almost fit a duck egg in it.

He glanced at the speedometer: 82 km/h.

"Brother, living off someone isn't exactly honorable. If you don't try your best, how will you know if you can win?" Lu Siye shouted at him.

He had overheard their conversation at the intersection earlier and, to be honest, he felt a bit envious.

In his previous life, there was a period when he wanted to rely on a rich woman, but he just couldn't find one.

But in this life, forget it. Women only slow down his drawing speed.

Lu Siye patted the man's shoulder, then accelerated again with his legs blurring into motion, leaving the luxury car behind.

"Wha...t the hell!" The man fell into deep self-doubt.

A few minutes later, Lu Siye stopped in front of an elementary school and returned the shared bicycle to the parking spot. Looking at the smoking wheels, he guiltily glanced around.

Good, no one noticed him!

He quickly sped away!

Lu Siye secretly resolved in his heart that he should ride slower next time.

The Scripture Pavilion was a bookstore located near an elementary school. It mainly sold martial arts manuals with illustrations, as well as ballpoint pens, notebooks, and snacks.

Because these manuals looked very impressive and could be used by elementary school students to show off, they had a decent reputation and sales among them.

Lu Siye had noticed this store while on his way to the hospital with Wang Wenjing. Out of curiosity, he had searched for it and found this information.

However, since the elementary school students were on vacation at this time, the bookstore was deserted, with only the owner inside.

Lu Siye pushed open the bookstore door and walked in. A blast of air conditioning hit him, refreshing his spirits.

"Welcome!" As soon as the door was pushed open, a pre-set electronic voice chimed.

The owner, who was eating noodles, glanced at the newcomer and then pointed to a small blackboard on the table.

Lu Siye followed the owner's gaze.

'Regular manuals without illustrations: 20 each. Manuals with illustrations: 30 each. No bargaining!'

After looking at the prices, Lu Siye surveyed the interior of the shop.

The shop was not large, with a total of four shelves. Three shelves were against the wall; two of them were filled with martial arts manuals, and one shelf in the center of the shop was used for snacks.

Lu Siye walked directly to the bookshelf filled with secret manuals, then pulled one out and looked at it closely.

The Sunflower Manual!

A sentence immediately popped into Lu Siye's mind: "To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself."

A few dark lines appeared on his forehead. Lu Siye shoved the manual back and picked up another one next to it.

The Evil-Exorcising Swordplay Manual!

Another martial art that required self-castration.

Lu Siye turned to look at the owner who was still slurping noodles. "Seriously, boss, is it really okay to put these kinds of martial arts manuals in the most accessible spot?!"

"Aren't you afraid that innocent elementary school kids will learn them?"

Putting the self-castration martial arts back, Lu Siye continued his search.

He needed defensive martial arts and skills like the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt. He didn't want to become a eunuch.

Previously, Lu Siye's blood essence defense had been shattered by Black Abyss's palm strike, leaving a chilling Yin energy in his chest. If Meng Jianmin hadn't arrived quickly, he probably would have suffocated before he could clear out the Yin energy.

Later, while pursuing Black Abyss, his blood essence defense was once again broken by the corpse energy of a Net zombie that came to his rescue. If Shangguan Qingxue hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have been done for.

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. After suffering twice, Lu Siye understood that he had to shore up his defensive shortcomings.

He currently had the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill for body and blood refinement, the Northern Darkness Divine Art for internal energy, the Five Tiger Soul Severing Blade Technique for offense, and the Lingbo Microstep for chasing or escaping. All he lacked was a defensive technique.

After searching for a while, Lu Siye finally found the defensive martial art he had been longing for at the very top of the bookshelf – the Indestructible Divine Skill.

"Boss, I'll take this!" Lu Siye slammed the manual down in front of the owner, who was wiping his mouth, kicking up a cloud of dust.