Translator: CinderTL
In the office, Chen Zilu's phone rang the moment Jiang Ye left.
She glanced at the caller ID: "Zhao Yingluo."
"Zilu, do you still need money?" Zhao Yingluo's crisp, youthful voice came through the line. "What did you need that 30,000 yuan for? Is that even enough?"
Hearing this, Chen Zilu's "rich girl" facade instantly crumbled.
She sighed. "Zhao Yingluo, do you think I'm you? This young lady doesn't even have 10,000 yuan to her name right now!"
"Transfer me another 20,000 yuan. Hurry."
A gasp echoed through the phone. "Heavens! How are you even surviving? One cultivation session must cost you more than 10,000 yuan now, right?"
"It's not for my cultivation," Chen Zilu explained. "It's for a promising student I'm investing in early."
Zhao Yingluo's voice was filled with surprise. "A promising student? Did you find someone with transcendent innate talent?"
"What are you even thinking?" Chen Zilu snapped, annoyed. "There's no such student in Ancheng."
Zhao Yingluo pressed, "Then who is it? Why would you borrow money to invest in them? You barely have enough for your own cultivation!"
Chen Zilu chuckled. "It's not really an investment. Just giving them a helping hand."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"A boy."
"Oh?" Zhao Yingluo's tone turned teasing. "Is he handsome? What's his personality like?"
Chen Zilu rolled her eyes. "Why are you asking all this?"
"Just curious." Zhao Yingluo chuckled. "You're a legendary figure at White Dragon Martial Arts University. If people found out you borrowed money to help a boy, it would be the biggest gossip ever!"
"..."
Chen Zilu was speechless. "Stop it. I haven't been back to campus in almost half a year."
"You'll be a junior next year. Come back soon! There's so much waiting for you at school."
Zhao Yingluo couldn't resist her curiosity. "Speaking of which, who exactly is this boy? Why are you being so nice to him? Could it be..."
"See you next year. I'll pay you back then." Chen Zilu hung up abruptly.
She gazed out the window, lost in thought.
Was she treating Jiang Ye differently? She hadn't consciously tried to.
But she did see a reflection of herself in him, which was why she offered a helping hand.
Because no one understood better than she did how desperately Jiang Ye needed support during this time.
Chen Zilu rested her snow-white cheek in her palm, her clear black-and-white eyes filled with a trace of nostalgia.
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"Miss's condition is truly exceptionally rare," the doctor sighed, gazing at the young girl lying in bed in the warm, cozy room.
"This illness is manageable if she doesn't cultivate, but the moment she begins, she'll be tormented by the bone-gnawing agony of ten thousand poisons, a pain even cosmic martial artists can't endure!"
"The best course of action is to abandon cultivation and never embark on the path of cosmic martial arts."
The girl on the bed had snow-white skin, long eyelashes, and delicate, exquisitely beautiful features that, though still developing, resembled a finely carved jade sculpture.
One could easily imagine her growing into a peerless beauty, a woman whose beauty would topple empires.
Standing beside the bed were a man and a woman.
The man exuded a calm, dignified aura, his attire suggesting high status. His facial features bore a striking resemblance to the girl's.
In contrast, the woman beside him shared no resemblance to the girl, her beauty being strikingly seductive and alluring.
Upon hearing the doctor's words, the man's face filled with disappointment as he turned to leave.
Moments later, a stern male voice echoed faintly from outside the room: "What a pity, such a waste of her extraordinary talent."
This was followed by a coquettish female voice: "Let her live as an ordinary person for the rest of her life, just like her mother. After all, we have other children to nurture."
The girl on the bed trembled slightly, her fists clenching imperceptibly.
"I must become a martial dao powerhouse."
Chen Zilu snapped out of her memories, her gaze growing even calmer.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ye walked along the road, also lost in thought.
Earlier, he had used his system panel to view Chen Zilu's innate talent:
[Physique: Profound Physique (Upper Tier A)]
[Innate Talent: Dao Bone]
"Teacher Chen actually has the Dao Bone innate talent?!" Jiang Ye exclaimed inwardly. "Although Dao Bone is only one tier above Nascent talent, the gap in potential is as vast as the heavens."
"Nascent" referred to the nascent martial bone.
But Dao Bone was far more than just a nascent martial bone.
Those born with Dao Bone possessed extraordinary martial bones from birth, granting them abilities beyond ordinary humans, such as innate divine strength or divine vision.
Upon embarking on the martial dao at fifteen, they would display talent far surpassing that of ordinary people, cultivating at astonishing speed and mastering any Martial Arts technique with ease.
Born for the martial dao, they were perfectly attuned to it.
This was the Dao Bone!
Legend had it that those with Dao Bone shattered cultivation barriers as effortlessly as drinking water, facing virtually no limitations.
Of course, rumors always contain exaggerations.
But this also demonstrated the sheer power of such innate talent.
"And this Profound Physique... is it a physique above the mortal body?"
Jiang Ye recalled the panel.
There was no doubt that the Profound Physique was a higher tier than the mortal body.
If the Profound Physique was also divided into four grades—A, B, C, and D—then Chen Zilu's martial dao talent was truly terrifying!
Consider this:
Even Zhang Jianwu, the director of the Martial Dao Class, only possessed a nascent-grade, low-A mortal body.
Yet Chen Zilu had a high-A Profound Physique?
Her physique was a full seven tiers higher!
"Teacher Chen seems to be only 19 years old. She should be in university right now. Why did she come to Ancheng to be a teacher?" Jiang Ye wondered inwardly.
Chen Zilu's V chat ID was her birthday:
September 1, 2306.
It was now June 2325, which meant Chen Zilu hadn't even turned 19 yet!
Jiang Ye quickly shook his head, dismissing these thoughts.
"Back to training. I need to focus on improving myself."
What others did was their own business.
His immediate goal was to push himself to the limit for the next month.
Jiang Ye knew very well that Chen Zilu's special attention was due to her recognizing his talent and hard work.
In just one semester, he had risen from 25th to 2nd in the class—a feat Chen Zilu had witnessed firsthand.
Without this foundation, none of this would have been possible.
In the martial dao classroom, the other students had already left.
Jiang Ye packed up his belongings and hurried out the door without lingering.
Nightfall was approaching, and darkness posed significant dangers for ordinary people.
However, as he stepped out of the classroom, Jiang Ye unexpectedly encountered a sharp-featured boy blocking his path.
"You're still here?" Jiang Ye asked, surprised.
Li Zhichao looked at him and said in a low voice, "I wanted to ask you something. Do you have a moment?"
Jiang Ye glanced at him and nodded.
The two moved to a deserted corner.
"What is it?" Jiang Ye asked.
Li Zhichao hesitated before saying, "Jiang Ye, can you tell me what kind of performance-enhancing drugs you're taking?"
Jiang Ye was taken aback. "I'm not taking any drugs."
"No drugs?"
Li Zhichao's pupils flickered slightly, his brow furrowed sharply.
In his mind, Jiang Ye must have been using performance-enhancing drugs. Otherwise, his progress couldn't have been so rapid. Despite Li Zhichao's own desperate efforts with drugs, his improvement rate still lagged behind Jiang Ye's.
Though Li Zhichao remained in first place for now, he had a sinking feeling that Jiang Ye's relentless progress would soon surpass him. Jiang Ye's outright denial sent a chill down his spine.
He can't be telling the truth, Li Zhichao thought. Is he just trying to show off?
But considering his family's financial situation, he couldn't possibly afford enough drugs to last a whole semester. That must be his limit.
Without drugs for the next month, his progress will inevitably slow down.
With this thought, Li Zhichao turned back to Jiang Ye and said coldly, "Jiang Ye, when we meet again next month, I hope you'll still be so stubborn!"
He turned and strode away.
Jiang Ye watched his retreating figure, utterly bewildered. "Is that guy okay?"
(End of the Chapter)
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