Eighteen Jin

Willows veiled in mist in the afternoon.

At Saint Orchid Academy, in the Vice Dean's Office, Ye Sheng brought Chang Ping a chair.

"Uncle Ye, what kind of move was that? It was amazing!" Seeing Ye Sheng move the chair over from a distance, Chang Ping gazed at him enviously, stars practically shining in his eyes.

Ye Sheng smiled faintly. "That's 'Telekinesis,' a basic application of Soul Force. Once you become a Bronze Star One Demon Spirit Master and enter the Beginner Class for Demon Spirit Masters, your instructors will teach you. For now, we need to discuss a serious matter."

"What matter?" Chang Ping was baffled. Was it because he'd talked back to an instructor, and now he was going to be punished?

Ye Sheng sat behind his desk, interlaced his fingers, rested his elbows on the desktop, and looked at Chang Ping seriously. "What's your relationship with Shen Xiu of the Sacred Family?"

"She's my instructor, and I'm her student. What else could we be?" Chang Ping played dumb. He couldn't exactly tell Ye Sheng that Shen Xiu was his tool for relieving his lust, could he?

Ye Sheng glared at Chang Ping and got straight to the point. "Someone saw you two cuddling and acting intimately. You even went into the same dorm room. Can you explain what was going on?"

"Who said that? I'll tear his mouth off!" Chang Ping shot to his feet. "Instructor Shen Xiu came to my dorm at noon to kindly help me study Demon Spirit knowledge. There's absolutely nothing improper between us."

"Swear it!" Ye Sheng pressed him relentlessly.

Chang Ping fell silent.

"Don't be nervous! I'm not interested in your affairs. I just want to know where you stand with the Sacred Family. You know I'm a member of the Snowy Wind Family, and the Snowy Wind Family has always been at odds with the Sacred Family. You... understand what I mean, right?"

"To be honest, right now I wish I could level the Sacred Family to the ground." Chang Ping recounted in detail how the Sacred Family had enslaved him and withheld the money he'd earned through hard work.

Ye Sheng stroked his graying beard. No wonder Chang Ping didn't get along with people from the Sacred Family.

"I hope everything you just told me is true."

"I swear to Heaven: if I told even one lie, may Shen Xiu be struck by five thunderbolts and die a horrible death." Shen Xiu was already dead, anyway, so Chang Ping had nothing to lose.

Ye Sheng pursed his lips and returned the empty gun to Chang Ping.

"You can go!"

Chang Ping picked up the gun from the desk, inserted the magazine, released the safety, and aimed it at Ye Sheng.

"What are you doing?" Ye Sheng was so startled that he activated Demon Spirit Possession.

"Nothing." Chang Ping shook his head. "I don't want anyone spying on me. If Uncle Ye sent someone, please call them back. Otherwise, if I take them out, don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, Chang Ping put the safety back on, returned the Desert Eagle to his Space Ring, and sauntered off.

"Damn it!" Ye Sheng slammed his palm on the desk in anger. Was this kid some kind of rabid dog, biting everyone he came across?

He'd sent someone to watch over Chang Ping for his protection. What an ungrateful brat.

Still, Ye Sheng ultimately decided to call the person back.

The next morning, clouds drifted from the mountain peaks.

Twelve hours had passed since Chang Ping last checked his data panel. He figured quite a bit of Strength Value must have accumulated by now.

Chang Ping rubbed his growling stomach and sat up in bed.

This lousy bed creaked whenever he moved even a little. Once he had money, he'd definitely get a better one.

A double bed!

He summoned the data panel and noticed its contents had changed again.

Name: Chang Ping

Gender: Man

Hobby: Virgins

Talent: Physical Augmentation+ (Gain eight jin of Strength every minute)

Strength: 17262 (Gold Star One Warrior)

Soul Force: 13 (Apprentice Demon Spirit Master)

Exchange Record: Torch, Desert Eagle, Gasoline Barrel, Universal Mask, Simple Camera, Great Ancestor Long Fist

...

"What the hell?! I'm not a boy anymore—I've become a man?" Chang Ping looked puzzled. The system sure knew how to read people.

-800!

-900!

-1000!

Chang Ping frantically upgraded his talent until it reached a rate of eighteen jin of Strength per minute.

He had over four thousand seven hundred Strength left, more than enough to deal with all the little nobodies at the academy.

At this rate, he could gain twenty-five thousand jin of Strength in a day.

By this time tomorrow, he should be able to become a Gold Star Three Warrior.

Chang Ping didn't like upgrading his talent one level at a time. Although that gave him the best returns, it was too much hassle.

He preferred to save up for a full twelve hours, then upgrade his talent all at once. It felt incredibly satisfying.

Upgrading was satisfying, but not as satisfying as sleeping with Shen Xiu.

What was Bo Chi up to now?

Early in the morning, with mist hanging in the air,

Yu'er (Xiangliu) appeared in Shen Xiu's bedroom right on time, without anyone noticing.

The Sacred Family was full of experts, yet not one of its many Black Gold powerhouses had sensed Yu'er's presence. Clearly, after just one day, Yu'er's cultivation had already reached an unfathomable level.

Yu'er hovered above the floor, looking down at Shen Xiu, who was still sleeping in.

She suddenly let out a soft "Huh?" and said in surprise, "By now, the Blackwater Strange Poison should have spread to her internal organs. She should be feeling as if flames are burning her body, in unbearable agony. How come she's perfectly fine, sleeping like a dead pig?"

Yu'er floated down like a snowflake, lifted the covers, took Shen Xiu's delicate arm, and felt her pulse.

"Hm? The poison's been suppressed?" Yu'er's almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief. "I can't believe she found a man who truly loves her so quickly. As expected, males are animals who think with their lower halves!"

Yu'er gave a derisive snort and slapped Shen Xiu hard across the face, waking her.

"Who is it?! How dare you hit me? You're dead!" Shen Xiu sat up furiously. The moment she saw Yu'er, possessed by the Old Monster, she wilted. "I-it's you? Why don't you make a sound when you walk? You're like a ghost."

You damn old monster! You stinking old monster! You dared to slap me in the face—you'll pay for this!

"Enough nonsense! Have you found anything about the person I told you to look for?" Yu'er stood proudly, not even glancing at Shen Xiu, her manner arrogant and contemptuous.

Shen Xiu's eyes shifted as she lied. "I haven't found anything yet, but I heard the City Lord's Mansion recruited a squad of guards yesterday. The person you're looking for might have gone into hiding there."

She absolutely couldn't tell the Old Monster that Chang Ping was at Saint Orchid Academy.

As long as the Old Monster couldn't find Chang Ping, she'd still be useful for another day.

If it found him, the Old Monster might go back on its word. Not only would it refuse to give her an antidote, it might even kill her to keep her quiet. Demonic beasts were cunning and cruel monsters. They would never keep their promises.

Chang Ping might be awful, but he could temporarily suppress the poison inside her. He couldn't die just yet.

Unless the Old Monster agreed to cure her poison, she absolutely wouldn't reveal Chang Ping's whereabouts.

Still, she vaguely remembered the Old Monster saying yesterday morning that the Blackwater Strange Poison had no cure!

"The City Lord's Mansion?" Yu'er narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, pondered for a moment, then turned to leave.

"Wait! Could you help cure my poison?" Shen Xiu shouted after Yu'er.

Yu'er turned back and smiled wickedly. "You already have the best antidote. Why would you need to trouble this deity?"

"What?"