Chapter 42: Advang the F Art

  Transtor: Krukist

  “Brother’s strength has gotten insane—he’s just a step from being a real Body Fer,” Lin Ling’er muttered, peering out from the room. Her big eyes practically sparkled with awe. Then, pouting, she grumbled, “He told me it was his first time training. If that’s true, he’s a freak! He’s gotta be sneaking practice behind my back.”

  “No way. Once we’re at Heavenly Cloud Academy, I’ve got to grind harder.”

  “I’ve been there ages and still haven’t hit Master Han’s bar—breaking intrade, First-Tier Mystic Martialist. If Brother passes me, he’ll mock me for sure.”

  She’d po rush out and help, despite not being a full Mystic Martialist. Her raw tale her wield basic spells—handling six thugs would’ve been easy. But seeing Lin Yu’s ferocity, she rexed, finishing their pag.

  …

  In the courtyard, Lin Yu didn’t waste time. He floored all six in a blink, panting but victorious. ood to challenge him now. Wheezing, he eyed Li Chaohua and Lin Mudong—no p, just raw exhaustion.

  Li Chaohua gaped. This was the sickly Lin Yu she knew? He seemed a differe—shog. She’d seen enough to know muscle, and her family had ties to Body Fers. To her, Lin Yu screamed legit fer now. Screeg, “Lin Yu, your meridians—are they fixed?”

  His seven twisted meridians were a fw Lin Chaodong hid, g “weak health” to shield him from pity’s scars. He’d fided the truth to Lin Mudong and Li Chaohua. If he saw them now, turning on Lin Yu post-disappearance, what would he feel? Rage, despair—disappoi most of all?

  Lin Yu burned with that same fury but kept his voice steady, staring at Li Chaohua. “None of your business. I just want answers. I’m your nephew—why this?”

  “Ling’er’s young, but she’ll grow into a Mystic Martialist. Aren’t you scared she’ll e for you ter?”

  Lin Mudong and Li Chaohua sed gnces. Lin Mudong spoke, “Lin Yu, we’re trash—greedy, blind. We messed up, coveting Ganoderma Hall. We’re sorry, truly.”

  Lin Yu ughed. Lin Mudong’s y was a joke. He khis guy—early transmigration fears of being outed as an outsider drove him to dig up dirt. Lin Mudong was sharp. No way he’d risk pissing off a future Mystic Martialist for chump ge. Something bigger lurked.

  “You won’t spill now, fine—I won’t force it,” Lin Yu said coolly. “I’m Vice Head of the Dining Pavilion now, leaving soon. Even if I learruth, I’ve got no time to deal with it…”

  “What?” Lin Mudong’s eyes bulged. Lin Yu tied to the Academy—Vice Head? “How? Something’s off…”

  Li Chaohua quaked, knowing the Academy’s weight. She dropped to her knees with a thud. “Lin Yu, we screwed up! We were blinded by greed—never again. Spare us, please!”

  She feared his new ra revenge. One Academy link, let alone Vice Head, was beyond her reach. Without some massive payoff, even Lin Ling’er’s enrollment would’ve kept her off Lin Yu’s babsp;

  He saw deeper strings at py. “I skip the truth for now. But ime I’m back, if I don’t know what’s hunting me, I’ll find you.”

  Standing, he waved them off. “Get out.”

  They exged looks, heads bowed. As Lin Yu suspected, their Hall obsession wasn’t just about the e—a mystery figure promised Lin Mudong a Spirit Apothecary shot and their kids Mystic Martialist or Body Fer paths. Greed fueled their push.

  “No spilling now—we’ll pass Lin Yu’s update to *him*,” Lin Mudong muttered darkly. They slunk off, the six brutes scrambling away in a frantic crawl.

  Lin Yu returo his room. Lin Ling’er had packed everything, bags ready. He lifted the pale red crystal card—on the way home, he’d cashed a thousand Spirit Sto a roadside trader.

  Situ Deng’s dramatic fir gave him two thousand. Lin Yu didn’t flinext challenge, he’d still win. Cocky, sure, but earned. He’d only charged three hundred into his system, though.

  Sitting, he mused. Han Ya would fetch them for the Academy tonight. Its waters ran deep—he wanted Body Fer status now. “5% of the Heavenly Cloud Body F Art got me this far…”

  “What’ll 20% do?”

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