Chapter 65

For a while, I wasn't at home, and my writing wasn't in the best state, so the plot wasn't as satisfying as I hoped... Now that I'm back home, I'll get back into the swing of things and work even harder. Please understand and continue to support this book. Thank you.

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When they left the secluded path, it was already dark.

Jiran's hands were a bit swollen. Using his fists to hit three swordsmen who had mastered combat aura inevitably meant he had to endure some counterforce.

Although the fourth-level swordsman was only injured on the shoulder and still had some resistance, Jiran's long-range boxing wasn't for nothing. After all, the three were swordsmen, not warriors. If it were Reinhardt, Jiran absolutely wouldn't dare to do such a thing.

So, he beat the three of them until their noses were bruised and their faces swollen. If they didn't speak, their mothers might not even recognize them.

After the beating, Jiran turned and left. The three guys, however, were rolling on the ground, groaning softly.

Of course, Jiran knew they were faking it. Being beaten by him did hurt, but it wasn't so bad that they couldn't stand up. Even the one whose thigh was pierced had stopped bleeding and could still hobble back. They just thought, "I've been beaten so badly, he should stop now, right?"

This kind of petty thug's cunning came naturally to them.

Jiran naturally had no intention of continuing to deal with them. They were just minor characters, but the people behind them were worth being cautious about.

After all, it involved Lydia's safety, and he couldn't afford to be careless.

After circling around a few times to make sure no one was following him, Jiran arrived at the inn where Uncle Lys and the others were staying.

After recounting today's encounter, Jiran also shared his speculations.

"It's probably not about Lydia. If it were Lydia, they wouldn't need to come to you. They said they wanted you to know who not to approach, not to leave someone... There's a difference," Uncle Lys mused for a moment and came to a conclusion.

Hearing Uncle Lys's judgment, Jiran finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was most worried about Lydia. After all, in the novels he had read before, noble scions abducting common girls was almost a norm. And while there were people who could catch thieves for a thousand days, there were no people who could guard against thieves for a thousand days. If a noble scion had designs on Lydia, what could he do? Stay by her side all day? It sounded easy, but it was extremely difficult to do.

Of course, Jiran never thought about whether Lydia was worth being abducted... In his eyes, his sister was, of course, the cutest!

Jiran was an only child and envied those who had sisters. Now that he had Lydia, it greatly filled the void in his heart.

If it wasn't Lydia, then who could it be? After some thought, it was probably Anya. But if it was about Anya, it only involved him... which would be a much smaller problem.

Anya was quite beautiful, youthful, and full of vitality, and being Professor Lawrence's daughter, she had the conditions to make people jealous. But he... was the one being harassed. This was a bit of an unexpected disaster, wasn't it?

Indeed, she was a troublemaker! Jiran felt a bit of a headache.

To be honest, Anya wasn't a hateful girl. When she blocked him, she was a bit rash, but it wasn't enough to make him overly annoyed. After a few conversations, Jiran actually found that the girl was quite nice, just a bit boyish.

In short, a bit of a tomboy.

This kind of girl was quite good to have as a friend.

But who would have thought that because of this, he would be targeted by others! This kind of thing where a girl can't be pursued, so they attack the competitor, he had seen before... not in college, but in high school.

Back then, young people valued loyalty and were quite impulsive, making such incidents quite common, sometimes even leading to a full-scale fight between two classes. But because it was a civilized society, the consequences weren't too severe. Injuries were rare, happening only once every few years.

But in this world, it was hard to say. In a world where strength was paramount, human life wasn't as valuable. For ordinary people, killing was a major crime, but for the strong... killing a couple of ordinary, background-less people was almost no problem.

Jiran, despite being called a genius, was essentially still an ordinary person, an ordinary person with no background.

It was very normal for someone who had designs on Anya to secretly warn him.

If Jiran had been taught a lesson and tried to avoid Anya in the future, the matter would have been settled. But Jiran had taught those three a lesson.

The person behind them wouldn't let it go so easily.

Of course, even if Jiran wanted to be low-key, he couldn't back down in such a situation. Being low-key was just to avoid trouble, but when trouble came, he couldn't retreat.

Why had he worked so hard to cultivate and tried every means to attend school?

It was to integrate into this world and then live his life as he pleased. If anyone could step on him, what was the point of all his efforts?

First endure, then burst out? Jiran wasn't that kind of person.

The hard life in the previous world had cultivated Jiran's particularly resilient character. Not provoking others didn't mean he was afraid of being provoked.

"Rest assured, if it's targeted at me, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm a grown man, what can they do to me? In the Azure Wind, they definitely won't go too far, and even in the city of Baise, in public, what can they do?"

Jiran comforted Lys and the others.

Lys frowned, "You still need to be careful. If those noble scions feel they've lost face, who knows what they might do. But as you said, in public, it's still safe."

Sighing, Lys patted the table, "If... I were still in the family, they wouldn't dare to act rashly knowing my relationship with you. But now..."

Jiran smiled, "Uncle Lys, your injuries are much better, right? It won't be long before you're fully recovered. With your talent, breaking through to the Gold stage isn't impossible. Then, you'll truly be my big support."

Lys looked at Jiran and suddenly smiled.

"Then you'll have to wait until I reach the Gold stage... For now, you'll have to rely on yourself."

Baker, with his shifty eyes, came over and put his arm around Jiran's shoulder, "I now think you're the biggest support. Not only do you have perfect sword skills, but you're also a great cook and can craft magic items. Who would dare to provoke you? If you just hint at your skills, the professors at the Azure Wind would probably fight over you. Like Professor Lawrence, if you get close to him, what's there to fear?"

Baker's words were something Jiran had also thought about.

If he agreed to Professor Lawrence's proposal, would his life at the Azure Wind be more peaceful? At least, this mysterious person wouldn't dare to target him so much, right?

He should really consider Professor Lawrence's proposal. After all, in the past half month, he had inquired about Professor Lawrence and found that his reputation was quite good.

But the problem was, he didn't even know who the person was. From the fact that they could command a fourth-level swordsman and two third-level swordsmen to attack, their influence wasn't small.

Maybe Anya knew? Asking her shouldn't be a problem, right? After all, it was her who caused this, so she couldn't just stand by, could she?

Jiran began to think about how to handle this matter.

"Jiran, in the future, bring Lydia out less often," Erin, who was playing with Hua Luo, suddenly said.

Jiran was taken aback, then understood. Inside the Azure Wind, Lydia wouldn't be in too much danger, but bringing her out was a different story... The next time they sent someone, it would definitely be stronger—either in skill or in numbers. He could protect himself, but if he wasn't careful and Lydia got hurt, it would be a huge loss.

"Understood, I'll try to bring her over during the day. If there's nothing, I'll let her stay at school with her classmates," Jiran nodded.

"That's fine. Take care of yourself. We can't help you much now, and in a few days, I'll have to go back to the family to study the problem with your wine. Don't get into any trouble during this time."

Lys's words made Jiran smile.

"Don't worry, I'm still waiting to make a fortune with the wine I brew! I'm still young, and I have a long, beautiful life ahead of me, which I'm not willing to give up."

After talking with Lys and the others and making a meal for everyone, Jiran returned to the Azure Wind. On the way back, he didn't encounter any obstacles... probably because the mastermind behind the attack didn't have time to send stronger people to block him.

Back in the dorm, Jiran lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.

It seemed it was time to craft weapons and throwing knives. The next time someone came to confront him, they might not be as easy to deal with as this time...

After planning in his mind, he closed his eyes and began to cultivate. Cultivation couldn't completely replace sleep, so after finishing his cultivation, he would still sleep for a while.

At this time, in Douglas's dorm, he was staring fiercely at the three people in front of him.

"You say that the three of you went to cause trouble for him, and he beat all of you alone?"

Standing in front of him were the three people, their faces so swollen that even their mothers might not recognize them. Fortunately, they could still speak, so there was no fear of their identity being unknown.

"...That's right, that guy is actually very strong. Although his combat aura level is less than third, his combat ability definitely exceeds fourth!" The silver-stage swordsman looked at his master and firmly praised Jiran's martial prowess.

There was no choice. If he said Jiran was weak, how could they have been beaten so badly? Although their injuries weren't severe, they would still need a few days to recover. With such injuries, even if he said the other party wasn't strong, would Douglas believe it?

"Odie, I remember you said that the kid's strength wasn't high, and he only got a perfect score in sword skills by chance?" Douglas's face turned dark as he looked at Odie standing to the side.

Odie's face was also uncertain.

Is that kid really that strong?