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Chapter 73: The Real Objective (Part 2)

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

Nie Ting. Lu Shu would surely remember this name.

He continued to look outside as he noticed that the rest of the Black Coats standing at their original position while they waited for Nie Ting, the one in the black cloak, while he had disappeared into Li Xianyi’s apartment.

What did this Heavenly King wish to achieve by coming to such a small place in Luo Cheng just to visit Li Xianyi? Judging from their conversation, it seemed like… Li Xianyi was someone who had equal standing as a Heavenly King!

But the real issue was – who exactly was Li Xianyi…

Lu Shu was completely clueless as to what was going on and he had to be extremely careful in the future. Just like today, what if the Heavenly Kings and the Heavenly Network actually came here to surround Li Xianyi, wouldn’t he be the one at the losing end?

Right now, he could still take his own sweet time to see what exactly was happening and judging from the Black Coat’s att.i.tude, it seemed like they did not have the habit of randomly hurting the innocent.

The heavenly king, Nie Ting, had entered the small apartment at this moment and deeply bowed in front of Li Xianyi, “Mr. Li, I trust you have been well since we last met. Judging from your complexion, the medicine from the ruins indeed have miraculous transformation effects.”

Li Xianyi smiled and replied, “News does spread fast to you.”

Both parties knew what they actually meant and Li Xianyi felt rather uneasy. While the other countries were still researching up on the metahumans’ market value, those within the countries were already cla.s.sified under the categories of Heavenly Kings and the Heavenly Network.

And of course, there were many other organizations out there in other countries but none of them were comparable to the Heavenly Network, who had gathered everyone with supernatural powers under them.

Even if there was someone out there who had done so already, it wasn’t performed as perfectly as the Heavenly Network.

Both Li Xianyi and Nie Ting kept silent. Nie Ting’s pale, glistening eyes seemed to have emitted a trace of smoke under the warm, dim light.

Past memories looked as if it had flashed past Nie Ting’s eyes as he said, “Mr. Li, it seems like you have recovered your magical energy. If only you gained them back earlier, perhaps you wouldn’t have lost your basic foundations.”

“Everyone has their own fate. So there’s no need for regrets,” replied Li Xianyi as he was still reluctant to talk more, at least not until he knows the reason why Nie Ting had come looking for him.

Nie Ting nodded, “With such open-minded people like Mr. Li around, only then would the world be burdened with less hards.h.i.+p. I think that both of us, you and the Heavenly Network, agree with this point as well. In such an era where magical energy is returning, will Mr. Li be willing to work together with us? Our last Heavenly King position is still vacant and we cannot wait any longer.”

“I don’t think our causes are aligned,” Li Xianyi shook his head in denial. He poured a cup of tea for Nie Ting before saying, “The Golden Foundation had already stated in their rules when they had first started, that their few major directors are not to take up any roles in any country. This is to maintain fairness and longevity for their organization.”

Power is something that can easily corrupt someone. Once you have attained something before, it is difficult for you to turn back.

The moment some people wielded both authority and power, it was as if they had the whole world in their hands.

They would feel as though they had reached the highest peak in the world, overlooking everyone else and was breathing in the entire world, even feeling as though as they could revive the dead.

To Li Xianyi, the golden foundation did not represent power nor did it represent fame and fortune. It was just like an ideal country.

Perhaps for his belief, he would even fight till his last breath in a world where magic had all been exhausted.

Nie Ting pondered for a moment and laughed, “The Nie Clan does admire whatever the Golden Foundation holds dear to heart. But since both of our goals are for world peace, we could actually work together. There are many ruins in this country that have yet to be unlocked and we, the Heavenly Network, promise you that if we were to find any medicine, we would immediately deliver it to you.”

Li Xianyi calmly smiled and replied, “Life is rather meaningless if one were to live for too long.”

Nie Ting had come for the Golden Foundation’s power as it had existed for far too long. Even the Heavenly Network was unable to ascertain how many roots were under this unwavering, monolithic tree.

Thankfully, this huge tree had always seemed to be harmless.

But who could confirm, that it would stay harmless forever?

Nie Ting did not want to continue further as he downed the cup of tea in one mouth before closing up his cloak and turning around. While he headed towards the exit, he said, “Take care Mr. Li. The Golden Foundation wishes to protect the world which is worthy of respect but we, the Nie Clan, wishes to protect the country. Hopefully, we won’t be enemies the next time the Heavenly Network and the Golden Foundation meet.”

Just as he reached the exit, Nie Ting turned around once again and silently commented, “Perhaps it is not my place to say, but within this country, the only director in the Golden Foundation is you, Mr. Li.”

Li Xianyi finally understood what Nie Ting’s true objective was.

Trying to rope him in was a guise. One of the many reasons was to stabilize the relations.h.i.+p between the Golden Foundation and the Heavenly Network, and Nie Ting was even willing to promise the medicine found in the ruins in order to achieve this goal.

However, their most important objective was to inform Li Xianyi that – the major directors of the Golden Foundation were not to step onto the frontline.

Indeed, everything was to maintain the stability between them. Just one cla.s.s B professional was enough to wreak havoc if he were to enter a country and crippling an entire city wouldn’t even be considered a feat.

But of course, the country being attacked would not just sit back and do nothing.

Nie Ting had done all this to declare his aggression. Even if there were on friendly terms and that they had respected the Golden Foundation’s ideals, their duty was to protect the country. Metahumans who weren’t under their jurisdiction were not welcomed at all.

Every professional in the world was now fighting to reach cla.s.s A and the moment someone does that, only then would he be considered to have reached the top of the world.

However, how easy could it be?

Nie Ting looked back towards the tattered apartment as he exited the house, “Let’s go, there’s more important stuff to attend to. Back to Beijing!”

Lu Shu and Lu Xiaoyu were both crawling around beside the window, looking out a small slit they had opened. They saw that Nie Ting had exited from the small apartment and had left immediately.

Just as he was a distance away, Nie Ting’s voice resonated once again in the night, “Take care of yourself Mr. Li, the Nie Clan will remember our promise. If we were to find any medicine from the unlocked ruins, it will be delivered to you right away.”

Lu Shu suddenly wondered that didn’t this Heavenly King he had just seen seem as if he was on good terms with Li Xianyi?

“Lu Shu, who is he?” as Lu Xiaoyu quietly muttered.

“One of the bosses of the Black Coats. He’s a cla.s.s B expert,” Lu Shu quietly replied.

“When can we reach cla.s.s B?” Lu Xiaoyu asked curiously.

After thinking for a while, Lu Shu replied, “Not sure, but it probably wouldn’t be that long.”

“Lu Shu, how many stars have you light up now. I’ve darkened out 4 of them,” Lu Xiaoyu joyfully said.

“You’re too slow, I’ve already lighted up 7 of them,” as he replied without a shred of embarra.s.sment, “it seems like my apt.i.tude is better than yours.”

“From Lu Xiaoyu’s distress, +65.”

Lu Xiaoyu grew suspicious and turned around to look at Lu Shu, “Is that the truth?”

“Of course it’s the truth!” as Lu Shu replied with such a.s.surance.

Lu Shu felt like he had just escaped danger. Luckily, he was able to consume those celestial fruits! If he really had to compare his progress with Lu Xiaoyu without those fruits and she was to find out that their difference wasn’t that huge even though she did not have to actively train at all, how c.o.c.ky would this child be!

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Chapter 89: A second apt.i.tude test! (Part 3)

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

As Lu Xiaoyu got the phone, she looked as if she had just won a grand and mysterious prize. She inserted her phone card and the first thing she did was to give Lu Shu a call. She then excitedly saved her contact number on Lu Shu’s phone as ‘Lu Xiaoyu’.

Then she took her own phone and saved Lu Shu’s number as ‘Lu Xiaoshu’.

She continued playing with the two phones naively, thinking how apt and compatible the two names were.

Lu Shu was silently watching by the side. Then he realized that Lu Xiaoyu had memorized his phone number, and could recite it without even having to think.

Lu Xiaoyu made them best friends on both of their phones, then pinned both Lu Shu and her contact on the top of both their chatting messages.

Following that she held onto the phones while thinking what else there was to do… Oh yeah, the special caller ringtone! And wallpaper! And the lock screen wallpaper!

Her actions were swift and sleek as if she had thought of all these for a long time. It was as if Lu Xiaoyu had been reminding herself what she would do if she was given a phone.

When Lu Shu got his phone back, he noticed his wallpaper was filled with photos of Lu Xiaoyu… And Lu Xiaoyu’s was filled with photos of Lu Shu.

Lu Xiaoyu looked worriedly at Lu Shu, afraid that he might change all of her new settings. To her surprise, Lu Shu didn’t mind at all, and she returned to her playful self. She laid on the sofa and used her phone, with her legs resting on Lu Shu, pleased as ever.

Lu Shu then added his card number on Lu Xiaoyu’s WeChat, “Our savings are all in there, don’t use it carelessly. But if you really need it, you don’t have to be too stingy.”

That bank account had a portion of Lu Shu’s savings. He thought, if Lu Xiaoyu went missing and did not have any cash on her, she could use her phone to pay for a taxi ride home.

Having heard that, Lu Xiaoyu nodded seriously, expressing that she wouldn’t spend without thought. Lu Shu was also clear that Lu Xiaoyu’s maturity was beyond her years and she definitely wouldn’t make such silly mistakes.

This made Lu Xiaoyu feel good. Lu Shu never doubted her or ever held her back from anything.

It was natural for them to trust each other since they only had each other to depend on. If they can’t even do this, how far could they go in life?

Lu Shu also told Lu Xiaoyu, seeing as she was about to dim out her seventh star, to inform him if she could complete it that night.

Lu Shu was extremely curious as to what will happen when Lu Xiaoyu completes her first nebula.

Seeing Lu Xiaoyu’s training progress, that would probably the day after.

Lu Shu asked Li Xianyi why he had to train swordplay at 3 in the morning. He thought this was a waste of his night time which could be better used to cultivate his celestial map but this couldn’t be said to Li Xianyi.

Li Xianyi’s response left Lu Shu rather speechless. A long time ago, his master’s chickens crowed at 3 in the morning, that’s why he was used to training at 3.

What, Lu Shu still thought there was a deeper philosophical meaning in the timing. It was because of such a reason?!

Through his time with Li Xianyi, Lu Shu found out that this old man was rather nice. Despite him being extremely skilled, he was not mysterious or arrogant.

Li Xianyi told Lu Shu in the morning, “Swordplay stances can be everchanging. Draw, dip, lift, cross, strike, poke, point, slash, smash, flick, and even more. But a true master only has one move, which is to defeat his opponent. What are swordplay techniques for? To be aesthetically appealing? No, they are for killing.”

Lu Shu was clear on this point. If it was just to look good, Lu Shu wouldn’t be learning.

“To let you learn the foundation of swordplay is to let all this become your primary ability. Some might call muscle memory, but this is a misconception. Muscles have no memory, people do. Only when everything becomes your primary ability or reflex, the swordplay techniques can be learned effectively. Or else when you are in battle when someone makes a move, you have to think for up to a second. By the time you are done thinking, you are probably done for as well. What you ought to do now is to follow this mantle. Use your waist as an axis, and the resonation of sword and hand. You already understand using your waist as an axis. As for the latter, it means to use your sword with flair and to feel it. Improve your chemistry with your sword and naturally, you will improve.”

Having listened to a big chunk of talking, Lu Shu understood that he still had many techniques to learn even after he mastered the swing.

And this morning, the old man told Lu Shu everything he had to say about vitality.

His goal was to give Lu Shu hope, to let Lu Shu understand the meaning behind all the training.

When you push a piece of rope on the table, it will only curve up on the spot.

Only when you pull it from the front will it go wherever you want it to go.

But Li Xianyi felt that his actions were slightly superfluous. When Lu Shu was training, he absolutely did not need any sort of motivation or supervision.

And Lu Shu’s circ.u.mstance was entirely different from his own when he was a student. He, in the past, had difficulty even lifting up the sword, a total beginner in swordplay.

Lu Shu, on the other hand, had the strength of a metahuman and who knew how much more of a headstart Lu Shu had over him? Although it was tough to exert all his strength executing the swings, Lu Shu was determined and hardworking.

Li Xianyi also noticed Lu Shu’s improvement was much greater than his when he was younger! He executed the swings for 3 months before learning the next move. As for Lu Shu, Li Xianyi estimated that he could learn a new move next week.

The current Lu Shu could execute the swings naturally, strong yet smooth. Every stroke of his was accurate and precise, and they all came from the waist through the arms to his wrist.

Li Xianyi thought for a moment, this is probably related to Lu Shu’s apt.i.tude and cla.s.s. As he thought about this, Li Xianyi was even more eager to find out Lu Shu’s apt.i.tude. He could not determine Lu Shu’s apt.i.tude accurately just by feel.

Time pa.s.sed by quickly, and Lu Shu’s lifestyle of training persisted. Training on swordplay at 3 in the morning, selling tofu after that to earn some money and distress points. Following that he would attend lessons in school and report to Daoyuan cla.s.s afterward. At night, he would get home for the lottery and cultivate his celestial map.

This sort of life was simple and dull, but Lu Shu could still derive his own joy from it.

And one day, Li Xianyi suddenly pa.s.sed two small bottles to Lu Shu, “Inside these bottles is the sodium-pota.s.sium alloy used to determine your apt.i.tude. You try using it, I want to see what exactly is your apt.i.tude.”

Lu Shu was stunned for a moment and rejected him. Are you kidding, we don’t even have a teacher-student relations.h.i.+p. How could I do this test in front of you?

In fact, Lu Shu did not know that Li Xianyi had already estimated him to be at A cla.s.s potential since he never mentioned this in front of Lu Shu.

Li Xianyi understood Lu Shu’s train of thought and waved his hand at Lu Shu, “You test it yourself at home. Tell me what’s your apt.i.tude when you’re done.”

Having finished his statement, Li Xianyi withdrew a small piece of paper from his sleeve. Six different shades, from silver to black, were shown on the paper, each indicating a specific apt.i.tude.