Chapter 13

After hearing Sun Ni's words, Zhang Jing immediately relaxed, shrugged, and said, "That's a game for the big shots, it has nothing to do with us, right?"

The Shadow didn't speak but nodded.

Sun Ni's gaze fell on Qian Ye, and she said, "It's somewhat related, but not much. We don't need to care why this child survived, but we should deal with the current situation. Give him the most normal training, follow the rules. If he can survive and leave here, it's his own ability. If he dies halfway, it has nothing to do with us, the Netherworld."

She paused for a moment and then said, "In short, we should act as if the original force plundering never happened. No matter whose handiwork this is, it has nothing to do with us, the Netherworld. If that person really comes to us with trouble, we, the Netherworld, are not afraid! So, there's no need to be timid in handling this matter. This is the General's intention."

At this, even Zhang Jing put away her carefree expression, and everyone was shocked, asking, "The General is back?"

Sun Ni didn't answer but nodded slightly.

All the instructors immediately became extremely excited, and Long Hai even chuckled foolishly.

Sun Ni, with her hands behind her back, walked around Qian Ye and said, "However, we can give him a little special care now, otherwise, he might not get through this. This is a bad time, and if he dies like this, others might think we, the Netherworld, are really afraid of those few families! Hmm, I've already examined his body, and the part of the Bingfa Decree that impacts the qi sea node needs to be modified. Specifically, it's like this, Zhang Jing. When this child wakes up, teach it to him alone!"

"Okay."

Sun Ni nodded, turned, and left.

The instructors exchanged glances, and then Shentu began to treat Qian Ye.

At this moment, the instructors, including Zhang Jing, looked at Qian Ye with a hint of regret. This was originally a child of extraordinary talent, someone who would be noticed and subjected to the forbidden technique of original force plundering!

Unfortunately, everything was over. Even a world-class genius would become an ordinary person after being subjected to original force plundering, not much stronger than a common cultivator.

When Qian Ye woke up, the scene before his eyes was somewhat familiar. Realizing he was lying on a metal table in the biological structure classroom, his heart began to race violently. If not for his body still being numb and unable to move, he might have rolled off the table.

Then he felt a burning sensation in his chest, with occasional sharp pains.

"Are you awake? Get down yourself!"

Qian Ye turned his head and saw Zhang Jing facing away from him, leaning on an experimental table, her back bent into an enticing curve, writing something.

Qian Ye tried to move his fingers, then managed to sit up and get off the table. But as soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately felt weak and fell to the floor.

Zhang Jing exclaimed, "Oh, I forgot the anesthetic in your body hasn't worn off yet."

Zhang Jing walked over, picked up Qian Ye, and placed him in a chair, then handed him a piece of paper and said, "Memorize this, right here. If you have any questions, you can ask me. You can only read this here, you can't take it out."

Zhang Jing's unexpected kindness didn't make Qian Ye feel comfortable; instead, it made him feel deeply uneasy. She was far from the gentle and approachable person she appeared to be, her methods were dark and poisonous, and even Long Hai would avoid her like a snake.

The paper had a long string of incantations, with detailed annotations and explanations. After reading for a while, Qian Ye understood that this incantation was a modification of the Bingfa Decree, focusing on the impact on the qi sea node in the chest.

"From now on, you will cultivate according to this method until you ignite the qi sea node. However, the process might be a bit painful. If you have any other discomfort, you can come to my place anytime. I'll tell the guards to let you in."

After saying this, Zhang Jing left the room, leaving Qian Ye to memorize the incantation alone.

Half an hour later, Qian Ye had memorized everything on the paper. Following Zhang Jing's instructions, he tore the incantation into pieces, carefully placed all the fragments on the table, and then left.

Zhang Jing's residence was not far from the camp. As he passed through a forest, Qian Ye suddenly saw Song Zining leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky.

Qian Ye followed his gaze and looked up, but saw nothing but blue sky and white clouds, not even a bird.

"What are you looking at?" Qian Ye asked curiously.

"The path and the future," Song Zining gave an unexpected answer.

Qian Ye understood the word "future," but not "path."

Before Qian Ye could say anything else, Song Zining asked nonchalantly, "Are you okay?"

Qian Ye hesitated for a moment and said, "The instructor said my cultivation method was problematic and made some adjustments."

Song Zining's expression suddenly became tense, and he asked, "Which instructor?"

"Zhang Jing."

"It's good that it's her!" Song Zining relaxed and said, "Don't worry, everyone's talent is different, so a universal cultivation method is often not the most suitable. If conditions permit, adjustments are needed. Zhang Jing is not simple; if she guides your cultivation, it will be good for you. However—"

Seeing Song Zining's hesitant look, Qian Ye quickly asked, "However, what?"

Song Zining didn't answer but looked at Qian Ye with a playful expression and said, "Nothing, you'll know when the time comes. Hehe!"

He laughed strangely and then ignored Qian Ye, walking away.

Qian Ye watched Song Zining's retreating figure, not believing that he had suddenly come here to look at the sky for the "path" and "future." Perhaps this guy was worried about something and came here to wait for Qian Ye?

Although Song Zining had been at the top of the rankings for months, the children behind him were also catching up closely. Time was the most precious thing in the training camp, and not working hard could lead to elimination at any moment. In all the children's minds, time and "Zhu Yan Xue" were the most precious things.

So, Qian Ye put Song Zining's figure in his heart.

Some things didn't need to be said; when the time came, they would naturally be understood.

This was the most they had spoken in months. Many of the things Song Zining said were things Qian Ye had never heard before, indicating that this child's background was not as simple as he introduced himself.

Qian Ye checked the time; there were still ten minutes before the next class. He quickened his pace and hurried to the small valley.

When the scent of "Zhu Yan Xue" enveloped his body, Qian Ye had already entered a tranquil state of mind and began to cultivate. This time, he slowly guided the tidal flow of original force along the new incantation, gradually approaching the qi sea node in his chest.

However, when the tidal flow of original force reached the wound area, it was as if it had fallen into a swamp, each surge becoming difficult and sluggish. Each surge of original force in the wound area felt like brushing a fresh wound with an iron brush, the intense pain almost making Qian Ye faint again.

The modified Bingfa Decree did indeed cause less pain than the original version, which allowed Qian Ye not to faint immediately like he did when he first started cultivating.

Qian Ye had a ruthless and tenacious nature. He remained silent, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain. However, he soon realized that when the original force passed through the injured area, it not only caused intense pain but also slowed down its speed, weakening the impact. Only by accumulating a deeper original force could he achieve the normal tidal impact.

And a deeper impact meant more pain.

Qian Ye decided to push himself to the limit, treating this body as if it were not his own. However, this intense pain was almost unbearable for a human. Less than half an hour into the two-hour cultivation session, Qian Ye could no longer hold on, his strength exhausted, and he collapsed.

However, this cultivation session was not without gains; the original force had made progress, albeit very slowly. Qian Ye touched the scar on his chest, a heavy shadow passing through his mind. He didn't know who had left this scar or why. Even now, it was constantly affecting Qian Ye's fate, trying to drag him into the mire and push him into the abyss!

In the evening, the children had a short period of free time. This was when they could learn various knowledge or do extra cultivation. From this time on, the children actually had a little freedom to decide their future development direction.

Qian Ye went to find Zhang Jing. The guards had indeed been instructed and did not stop him.

Zhang Jing lived in a separate small courtyard, different from the metal and green stone buildings commonly seen in the training camp. The entire courtyard was in an imperial retro style, with a two-story building with flying eaves and carved railings, elegantly decorated.

Just from her residence, it was clear that she was different from the other instructors. Long Hai and others lived in apartments that looked like large metal boxes.

Qian Ye gently knocked on the lion-head copper ring on the door, and then he heard Zhang Jing's voice, "The door is unlocked, come in."

Qian Ye crossed the courtyard, entered the main house, and carefully avoided touching anything.

Zhang Jing was not in the living room but the sound of water came from the bedroom, as if she was taking a shower.

Qian Ye did not show any impatience and stood there. In the past few years, he had learned obedience and patience. When there were no new orders, staying still was the best choice.

A moment later, Zhang Jing, wrapped in a bathrobe, walked out from the inner room, glanced at Qian Ye, and sank into the sofa.

Her bathrobe seemed a bit small, with an abnormally short hem that couldn't cover her long, white legs. Her full chest was crowded at the collar, as if it was about to burst out.

In Qian Ye's eyes, those long legs were exceptionally dazzling, each movement like a flash of lightning before his eyes.

Children born in the countryside and during wars matured early. Before the empire was established, humans had continuously lowered the age of marriage and childbirth to produce more warriors. To survive, human bodies developed faster. Even now, it was common for people to marry and have children at fourteen or fifteen.

At ten, Qian Ye was not too young. The children in the training camp had been cultivating the Bingfa Decree from a young age, a technique that was hot and explosive, also accelerating their physical and emotional development. The biological structure class had thoroughly enlightened them about the human body.

But Zhang Jing seemed to be unaware that Qian Ye was no longer a naive child, stretching lazily, her long, white legs stretched straight, almost exposing areas that shouldn't be seen.

Qian Ye's young heart felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, his eyes blurring, his head spinning, as if the whole world had changed. But what had changed, the world or his feelings?

"Little Qian Ye, what do you need from me?" Zhang Jing asked lazily.

Qian Ye didn't dare to look at her for long and quickly explained the problems he encountered during cultivation. He couldn't confirm whether the extra pain and the sluggish feeling of the original force's movement were normal reactions.

Zhang Jing became slightly more serious, waved at Qian Ye, and said, "Come over here."