Lan Batian and the Windwing Tiger Talent

The benefits of the Creation Breathing Method were obvious. For most people, though, those benefits came at a cost they could hardly bear.

The Breathing Technique had been created for people with extraordinary physiques. Ye Chen did not have one, but Seal-less Healing was enough to withstand it.

After a sound night's sleep, Ye Chen had made noticeable progress in his cultivation.

As he brushed his teeth, Ye Chen considered what he should do next.

According to Zhang Daosheng, support types needed skills to escape danger.

But Ye Chen was not a support type. For him, combat skills mattered more than escape.

I need real combat experience!

Within a kilometer of Zanghai City's walls, the Mutant Beasts were not particularly high-level.

But some were level four or five. With his current cultivation at the second realm, he had not even reached the third...

It looked like he would have to put that plan aside for now.

"Am I really going to spend another whole day cultivating at home?"

Ye Chen looked helplessly at himself in the mirror. "Cultivation suddenly feels so boring..."

Just then, his phone rang.

The caller ID showed Old Zhang, and Ye Chen's eyes lit up.

"Hey, Old Zhang! What goodies have you got for me?!"

Zhang Daosheng was about to speak when Ye Chen's words came through the phone.

For a moment, anger short-circuited his brain, and his breathing quickened.

"Hello? You there, Old Zhang?!"

Zhang Daosheng collected himself and spoke with forced calm.

"Come to the school in a bit. I have some things to tell you, and someone to introduce you to."

"Oh. I thought you had something good for me. That's it?" Ye Chen said, sounding indifferent.

"I expect to see you at school within ten minutes," Zhang Daosheng said darkly.

Then he hung up without another word.

Ye Chen stared at the disconnected call and muttered to himself.

"What's his problem... Is Old Zhang going senile early?"

Ye Chen was about to leave when he glanced at the bread in his hand.

His eyes narrowed, and he tossed it onto the sofa.

A short while later, he arrived at the steamed-bun shop downstairs.

"Boss, two buns!"

"Coming right up! What kind?"

"The most expensive ones you've got!"

"Two Demon-Eyed Pig pork buns. Two hundred yuan, please."

Ye Chen: ...Sorry. I underestimated the price of buns.

The corner of Ye Chen's eye twitched, but he quickly regained his composure.

Come on, he was a multimillionaire now, wasn't he?

Li Mo had given Ye Chen a black card and told him it held ten million yuan.

Ye Chen pulled out the card. "Boss! I'll pay by card!"

The entire breakfast shop fell silent...

Buying breakfast???

With a card???

Was he crazy, or were they?

Was he trying to buy the whole shop?

"Sorry... We don't have a card reader." The shop owner was speechless, but he answered politely.

Ye Chen froze, then pulled a ten-yuan note from his pocket.

"Then give me two regular buns!"

The owner had no words.

Ye Chen walked off with his two pork buns, muttering to himself.

"A breakfast shop this big, and they don't even take cards. One-star review..."

The owner might have been busy running a business, but in this world...

Everyone had a talent. Even with a poor one, a person could reach the third or fourth realm by their thirties or forties.

Naturally, the owner heard every word Ye Chen said.

But Ye Chen had already gone too far to hear the owner mutter to himself.

"Guess I should get a card reader..."

"Principal Zhang, when's that little brat getting here? Look how long he's kept my daughter waiting!" Lan Batian said angrily.

Zhang Daosheng glanced at him. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

Lan Lengshuang said nothing, but the expression on her face gave her away.

After all, girls did not like being kept waiting.

"Oh? Principal Zhang, are you asking for a fight?" At Zhang Daosheng's words, Lan Batian activated his talent on the spot.

A blue phantom appeared behind him.

Mutant Beast talent: Windwing Tiger!

Zhang Daosheng had yet to speak. He was already in a foul mood.

Just then, the office door opened.

Ye Chen looked up and saw a fierce tiger hovering inside the room.

The burly man beneath it wore a suit and looked like trouble.

Lan Batian fixed Ye Chen with a menacing stare, his eyes narrowing.

Ye Chen looked at the three people in the room and raised a hand in an awkward greeting.

"Uh... Looks lively in here?"

No one answered.

Ye Chen's mouth twitched. Did I greet them wrong?

"Well... Looks like I came at a bad time. Carry on..."

He started backing out of the office...

"Come back!!!" all three shouted at once.

Ye Chen froze...

His mind raced. What do I do now?

That big guy doesn't look easy to deal with...

"You little brat. You kept us waiting half an hour, and now you think you can leave?"

Lan Batian spoke with a dangerous look on his face.

Lan Lengshuang looked unhappy too. Being kept waiting was a pain.

"Ahem. On my way here, I saw an old lady who was lost, so I took her home. It held me up for a bit."

Ye Chen's eyes darted, and the excuse came straight out of his mouth.

"Oh, I see." Lan Batian nodded as if he understood, then slammed his palm onto Zhang Daosheng's desk. "Who would believe that?!"

The desk shattered into pieces in an instant.

Zhang Daosheng silently took out his phone and started looking for a new desk.

"Ahem. Listen, handsome, I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to meet the old lady."

Ye Chen said with an utterly earnest expression.

Lan Batian narrowed his eyes. "Kid, what did you just call me?"

Lan Lengshuang quietly closed her eyes, unable to watch.

"Handsome?"

"Well said! You've got a good eye, young man. Come on, have a seat."

Smiling, Lan Batian withdrew the Mutant Beast talent of the Windwing Tiger behind him and beckoned Ye Chen over.

Ye Chen was baffled. What the hell?

Just then, Zhang Daosheng quietly tapped Lan Batian on the shoulder and showed him the new desk on his phone. "Cash or card?"

"...I have no idea what you're talking about." Lan Batian glanced at the phone and played dumb.

Lan Lengshuang wanted to cry. Dad, please act like a normal person... Your talent is a tiger. You don't have to act like one!

Ye Chen's mind went blank. He forced himself to ask,

"Principal, did you call me here for something?"

Zhang Daosheng looked at Ye Chen, approval filling his eyes.

Not bad, not bad. The kid knows to call me Principal in front of outsiders...

"Here's the thing. The College Entrance Trial is held in teams of three. I called you here because I want you to team up with Lengshuang."