A New Disassembler Joins the Team! Su Yao's Change in Attitude!

Outside the Artisan Pavilion.

The three who had rushed over had already learned about Ling Aoshuang's situation.

The young man, Chen Ping, looked helpless. "Aoshuang, how could you be so careless? You believed some unknown brat's words? That treasured spear is an heirloom of your Ling Family. You just handed it over to him without worry?"

"Only something useful to me can be called a family heirloom. If it's useless to me, it's nothing but scrap metal."

Ling Aoshuang spoke indifferently.

She glanced at the time.

Three minutes had already passed since the agreed half-hour.

Although she had long been prepared for this outcome, a deep sense of disappointment still welled up inside her.

"I misjudged him."

She sighed softly.

The girl beside her shot Chen Ping a look. "That kid claimed he knew a top-tier disassembler. He's obviously fooling you! Looking across all of Tianyuan City, only our Darkmoon Battle Group has a top-tier disassembler. You should have told Young Master Chen about this earlier. One word from him, and it would've been handled!"

The other man said, "Exactly. You're already a member of the Darkmoon Battle Group. If you need anything, just tell the group. Why go looking for an outsider?"

Chen Ping smiled. "Aoshuang, forget damaged equipment. Even if you wanted a brand-new piece of gold-grade equipment forged, I could get it for you."

Chen Ping.

The only son of the Darkmoon Battle Group's leader.

He himself possessed an A-rank talent and ranked among the notable younger generation of Tianyuan City.

He had every reason to speak with confidence.

Gold-grade equipment was something most people might never see in their entire lives.

The Darkmoon Battle Group's treasury might not have them lying everywhere, but it had at least dozens of them.

Yet Ling Aoshuang merely shook her head.

She said nothing more.

Everyone knew why the Darkmoon Battle Group had signed her with an astronomical contract.

But she did not want to accept that fate. She wanted to control her own future, and she was even less willing to owe Chen Ping any favors.

"Let's go."

She had already regained her composure in an instant.

"Wait!"

Jiang Chuan finally arrived late.

Ling Aoshuang stopped and abruptly turned around. A flicker of surprise passed through her cold eyes.

"You're back?"

"I did not fail my mission!"

Jiang Chuan chuckled and took out the three materials one by one.

Ling Aoshuang froze.

She stared at the Starsteel, Dragonscale Wood, and Crystal Silver in Jiang Chuan's hands, her pupils widening slightly.

The quality of these three materials was far, far better than she had expected.

After all.

Her spear had been used for countless years.

Just as the old man from the Artisan Pavilion had said, the spiritual essence in its materials had mostly dissipated. Even if extracted, their value would be greatly diminished.

Yet these materials before her looked as if they had just been mined!

"These were all extracted by... that person you mentioned?"

Ling Aoshuang's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes."

Jiang Chuan nodded. "I told you, the top-tier disassembler I know is amazing."

Ling Aoshuang accepted the materials. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, only two words came out. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The three beside them were now filled with disbelief.

There was actually a second top-tier disassembly master in Tianyuan City?!

A sense of crisis arose in Chen Ping's heart. If Jiang Chuan could call upon such a top-tier disassembler, then his background must be extraordinary too!

And besides.

This brat was damn handsome...

"Who is this?"

He could not help asking.

"Oh, I'm Class Monitor Ling's classmate."

"Friend."

The two spoke at the same time.

Jiang Chuan paused slightly and glanced at Ling Aoshuang. She remained perfectly composed, as though there was nothing inappropriate about what she had said.

Seeing this, Chen Ping's sense of crisis only deepened.

"Hello."

He gave Jiang Chuan a slight nod, then stiffly changed the subject and said to Ling Aoshuang, "Aoshuang, we're going to the Silver Wolf Secret Realm to level up tonight. There isn't much time, so let's hurry back and practice!"

He deliberately stressed the words Silver Wolf Secret Realm.

He wanted to see Jiang Chuan's reaction.

Instead, he saw only a calm expression.

Silver Wolf Secret Realm?

What was that?

Jiang Chuan had never even heard of it. From Chen Ping's tone, it was probably some precious high-level secret realm.

But.

What did that have to do with a disassembler like him?

Though Ling Aoshuang usually appeared cold and unapproachable, she was not oblivious to such things.

If she had been alone right now, she would not have minded chatting with Jiang Chuan a little longer.

But with Chen Ping present, the more she interacted with Jiang Chuan.

The more trouble it would only bring him.

She turned around, then looked back at Jiang Chuan from the side. "If I need anything, I'll come find you again."

"Alright."

Jiang Chuan nodded.

The four walked away.

Watching Ling Aoshuang's retreating figure disappear into the distance, Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze with a hint of melancholy. Then he laughed at himself and brushed aside the unrealistic fantasies in his mind.

S-rank talent, the Darkmoon Battle Group—those things were far too distant from an ordinary person's life.

And he.

Was merely an ordinary rule-class genius...

It was already getting late.

The sunset over Tianyuan City was beautiful. The entire main city had been dyed orange-red, and figures occasionally streaked across the sky, trailing long rays of light behind them.

Jiang Chuan suddenly slapped his forehead.

No matter what.

He was now an official member of the Blazing Fire Battle Group.

Vanishing without a word for an entire day was, more or less, a little disrespectful to his boss.

He jogged all the way back to Azure Bamboo Alley.

Before he even entered.

He vaguely sensed that something about the atmosphere was off.

In the courtyard, Zhao Xiaotang was practicing her blade techniques, while Lin Xiaowan was shooting arrows at another target.

When they saw him.

The two of them turned their heads away in unison.

What's going on? Didn't we get acquainted during the day? Why are they treating me like a stranger now?

Jiang Chuan had barely stepped inside when he heard a voice from the second floor.

"Jiang Chuan."

Something was off about Su Yao's tone. It carried an icy edge of interrogation.

Jiang Chuan's heart skipped a beat.

Damn it.

His boss had caught him red-handed for leaving his post without reason.

"Come up."

Su Yao's voice came from the second floor again.

Jiang Chuan went upstairs and pushed open the door. The moment he entered, he saw the scene inside.

Su Yao sat in her usual spot by the window, flipping through a book with a cold expression.

There were two other people in the room.

A burly young man in light armor sat on the sofa to the right, wearing an amused expression.

There was also a man in his twenties, dressed in a grayish-white robe, who greeted him kindly.

"Hello, I'm Fang Lin."

Jiang Chuan nodded at him. "Hello, Jiang Chuan."

Su Yao put down her book and raised a hand to interrupt their conversation. Jiang Chuan had expected her to question where he had gone that afternoon.

But unexpectedly, she did not mention it at all.

Instead, she said, "Fang Lin is the new Intermediate Disassembly specialist our team recruited. He'll be responsible for the main disassembly work from now on. You'll assist him and learn from him."

The smile on Jiang Chuan's face froze. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean?"

A flash of disgust crossed Su Yao's eyes. Impatiently, she said, "Does every decision the team makes need your approval? Or do I need to report to you before I do anything!?"

"That's not what I meant."

Jiang Chuan frowned.

Something was wrong.

Although Su Yao had spoken bluntly that morning, she had at least treated him fairly well and even brought out equipment for him to practice on.

Why had her attitude completely changed by evening?

Su Yao waved a hand as if shooing away a fly. "Enough. Go downstairs."