Proxy Trade

"Ha, huff, ha, huff~"

Chu Mo leaned against a lamppost, gasping for air. 120 laps—he was nearly run into the ground. He really wondered if the person who came up with this was even human.

Even if that guy Gangzi would prepare medicinal baths for the Shrek Seven Devils after their runs, you, Zhou Yi, just used a support soul stone to provide a casual heal—aren't you afraid of leaving behind hidden injuries!

He glanced at the others. Those who managed to finish were all agility-type soul masters or people whose martial souls were related to speed in some way, yet even they were gasping for breath.

Next were the power-attack soul masters, followed by the defense-types, and finally the support soul masters.

If he were counted as a support soul master, he was the only one among them who had finished; none of the others had, and quite a few had even collapsed.

After another half hour of recovery time, those support soul masters finally finished the route.

Zhou Yi walked in from the side, her expression unchanged, wearing a sour face as if everyone owed her billions.

"Everyone, stand up and get in line!"

Everyone dragged themselves toward that direction with exhausted expressions; they were too tired to even bother complaining about her in their hearts.

Scattered and messy, they finally managed to stand in formation.

Zhou Yi scanned the crowd, then pointed at several students.

"You lot can pack your things and get lost!"

The pointed-out students stiffened their necks and retorted.

"Why are you expelling us? We finished the run."

"Did you really finish?"

Watching this from the side, Chu Mo realized that the group being pointed out were likely the ones who had cut corners on the route.

A back-and-forth argument ensued. The others felt quite lucky; the more time they spent arguing, the longer they could rest. They were just afraid she would pull some other stunt.

Right now, everyone was suffering from muscle soreness, and more than a few had side stitches; they were truly incapable of doing anything else.

Just like that, Zhou Yi bickered with those students for about ten minutes before expelling them.

The expelled students snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Zhou Yi ignored those who had been kicked out, pushed up her glasses, and ordered the rest:

"Alright, the rest of you, go back to your dorms, change your clothes, and return to the classroom. You have 10 minutes. If you aren't there, hmph, hmph!"

After saying this, she turned and left without looking back.

Another teacher walked over, his eyes glowing green as his soul rings lit up. This soul saint, who specialized in healing, gave them a simple treatment for their leg soreness before leaving.

The effect wasn't very significant because the intensity was just too, too, too high; it couldn't be fixed by a simple recovery. The only people who would be able to crawl out of bed tomorrow were likely those from wealthy backgrounds who ate well and had strong physical constitutions.

Chu Mo took a healing pill from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and opened the chat group while walking.

["Chu Mo sent a red packet to Grilled Fish Girl"]

["Chu Mo sent a red packet to Dong'er is Not a Girl"]

[Chu Mo: Take the healing pill when you get a chance. If you don't, you won't be able to get up tomorrow, and you might even be left with hidden injuries.]

[Grilled Fish Girl: Thank you.]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: I suppose you have a conscience.]

Walking in front, Wang Dong'er claimed the red packet. Seeing the pill appear in her inventory, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily, and she glanced back at Chu Mo.

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: By the way, I was too busy arguing. Sister Yaya, your first-place reward must be amazing, right? Can you show us what it's like?]

Seeing this, many people became interested, wanting to see what the first-place reward was, especially since it was linked to a Titled Douluo.

Chu Mo was no exception. He hadn't expected that his golden finger wouldn't make him stronger, but instead, it was making others stronger.

The term "Demon Puppet" seemed to be something created by devilish cultivators in cultivation worlds using methods that harmed the heavens—unconscious puppets.

As they urged her to guess further, Tang Ya sent over an image.

[Ya: Image of the Demon Puppet.]

[Ya: Its strength is indeed high; it actually has the power of a level 98. It's just that my soul power is too weak to support it. I tried controlling it to lift its hand and jump twice, and it immediately ejected me.]

[Ya: My mental power is insufficient to mobilize its whole body. I can control at most 5 fingers.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Use a Milk Bottle.]

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: ?]

[Ya: What is that?]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Don't tell me you don't know what a Milk Bottle is?]

[Ya: I have no idea!]

Seeing this, Chu Mo suddenly remembered.

The Milk Bottle the other party mentioned seemed to be a soul power storage device. It could be pre-charged and used to replenish soul power at critical moments.

However, storage technology was a difficult point. Initially, the storage time wasn't very long; it was only used after the sealing technology was perfected.

But looking at it now, it was already quite good, and it could completely compensate for the difficulty Tang Ya mentioned.

If your soul power isn't enough, just equip more soul tools. Remember that Milk Bottles are graded too; to mobilize a level 98 Demon Puppet, you'd likely need a level 9 Milk Bottle, and it would require an injection of power from a Titled Douluo. Relying on a little Soul Venerate like her to charge it would probably take a year just to fill it up.

[Ya: Can it be sold?]

Tang Ya read Meng Hongchen's explanation and felt a stir of excitement. If she could get her hands on this Milk Bottle, she could mobilize the Demon Puppet and finally set out for revenge.

However, the idea was beautiful, but reality was harsh.

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: If it were a level 9 soul tool, you could add some money and I might be able to convince my grandfather to sell it to you, but a level 9 Milk Bottle is a strategic reserve. It's simply impossible.]

[Ya: Ah~]

Reality seemed to be playing a cruel joke on Tang Ya. She had gone from thinking revenge was a distant dream to seeing a glimmer of hope, then realizing the difficulty, and finally discovering that quick revenge was simply impossible.

It was agonizing. Although she could wait a while longer—until she was stronger or had more money to buy several lower-grade Milk Bottles—the fact that her enemies were still alive felt like a trampling and insult to her parents. Tang Ya wanted to rush over and kill them the very next second!

Ding~

A new message popped up. Tang Ya glanced at it casually, and her pupils dilated in shock!

[Chu Mo: @Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog, let's make a trade. How about I exchange the pill formula I gave you the other day for 5 fully charged level 9 Milk Bottles?]

Thump-thump~

Looking at the text before her, she felt a growing warmth. The words no longer seemed cold; she could feel Chu Mo's warmth and the importance he placed on her through them.

A pill formula was something any alchemist or organization would treasure like a precious jewel, especially one with such potent effects—it was practically a tool for cultivating geniuses.

On the other side, Chu Mo had changed his clothes and returned to the classroom. He didn't see Tang Ya in the dormitory, but that was normal; she had probably gone out to test the Demon Puppet.

Sitting back in his original seat, Chu Mo watched the screen and waited quietly for the result.

In truth, he did have selfish motives, but one could also say he didn't. Since he had already decided in his heart that Tang Ya was his woman and he would never let her go, it was only natural to treat her well.

If she had a level 98 Demon Puppet and still didn't take revenge, letting her enemies continue to jump around and enjoy her parents' inheritance, wouldn't that just be creating a heart demon for her?

While he was lost in thought, he didn't notice that Xiao Xiao beside him had been staring at him, looking him up and down, her small mouth agape as if she were deeply shocked.

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: I can't make the call on this. I'll go ask.]

Meng Hongchen jumped off her bed in a flash, changed her clothes, and ran outside.

She was quite tempted by the effects of the pills. Besides, if they could really research them and sell them, they could make a small fortune. Compared to five level 9 Milk Bottles, it didn't seem like much, but she couldn't make the decision herself.