Chương 46: War God — Chapter 46 - Classmate Ye, Please Don't Do Such Perverted Things!

Evening. Wang Xian returned home. The moment he opened the door, he caught a faint aroma of cooking. After changing his shoes and passing through the entryway, Wang Xian spotted Ye Miyue in the kitchen through the lattice divider. She was still wearing that plain school uniform, just with an apron tied over it. Right now, she was nervously scooping up a bit of clear broth with a spoon, tasting it, pressing her lips together as if savoring the flavor. Her tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed.

A trace of satisfaction crossed her face.

"Does it taste good?"

"Mm!"

"Scoop a spoonful for me too." Ye Miyue dipped the spoon into the clay pot. She'd just scooped up a spoonful of clear broth when she froze. She turned around and saw Wang Xian leaning against the doorframe. Before she could react, Wang Xian leaned his head over and slurped the broth clean in one gulp.

"You—" Ye Miyue's cheeks flushed. She hurriedly withdrew the spoon. She had already used that one! How could he just...

"A bit bland." Wang Xian shook his head.

"We'll make do." Ye Miyue glared at Wang Xian and clenched her fists, but couldn't refute him. She'd personally tasted Wang Xian's superb cooking. Her own skills really were lacking in comparison.

"Another spoonful." Wang Xian said, "I'm a bit thirsty."

"..." Ye Miyue switched to a different spoon.

"Why switch? I've already used this spoon. What are you trying to do?" Wang Xian pointed at her.

"Secretly hide it away to savor my saliva? Classmate Ye, please don't do such perverted things."

"..." Ye Miyue felt completely drained. He always snatched away the things she wanted to say. She pointed at the spoon and struggled to argue:"I used it first!" Wang Xian just waved his hand dismissively.

"What do you mean yours or mine? In my house, all of these are mine!"

"Use this one."

"..." Fine. One sentence and Ye Miyue had nothing left to say. After they'd eaten their fill. Wang Xian lay on the sofa, watching Classmate Ye clear away the dishes. He had to admit, Ye Miyue in an apron seemed to have completely shed that icy, aloof outer shell. Plus, after having just eaten a full meal, her cheeks glowed with a healthy rosy luster. She exuded a homey little kitchen-maid vibe.

'If only she weren't wearing the school uniform.' Wang Xian shook his head with some regret. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Also, in just a few more days, he probably wouldn't get to see such a pleasing sight anymore.

"Are you really not planning to come back at all?" After tidying up the kitchen, Ye Miyue untied the apron. She couldn't help asking the question that had been puzzling her. Wang Xian nodded.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Go have fun, of course." Wang Xian said.

"I worked so hard to surpass all of you. Wasn't it just to give myself a winter break?" Ye Miyue was silent for a long moment before she spoke.

"Teacher Zhou said that during winter break, if any of us can complete the club's three training tasks first, we can get a D-level contract with the club."

"Haven't you signed a contract with the club?" Heh. This girl was pretty sharp. Already starting to get suspicious?

"What kind of strength do I have?" Wang Xian looked at Ye Miyue with a 'pitiful' gaze.

"Of course the club is begging me to sign. Unlike you all who have to work so hard to complete the training."

"Classmate Ye, you've got to push yourself."

"If others surpass you, you won't even have the chance to give me massages anymore." Ye Miyue turned her head away and gave a light hmph. She muttered quietly:"I never wanted to give you massages in the first place."

"What? You want to give me a massage right now?" Wang Xian tilted his ear, shaking his head in refusal.

"No, no. Your fundamentals are too poor. I can't even feel your massages anymore."

"Go on, go on. It's getting late. I'll walk you home."

"..."

"As for massages, we'll talk about it once you've gotten a bit better."

"..." Ye Miyue opened her mouth as if to speak, but in the end, she obediently gave a soft "Mm."

A few days later. Inside the training room, Wang Xian's eyes were tightly shut. In his mind, there seemed to be a human figure holding a long butcher's knife. That butcher's knife, in his hands, seemed infinitely mutable. Amidst the flashing blade shadows, one exotic beast after another was effortlessly dismembered and separated. Dense anatomical diagrams of exotic beasts converged in his sea of consciousness like a spiderweb.

Each diagram seemed to contain a set of exquisitely brilliant dismemberment blade techniques. At the same time. A pure white energy crystal appeared in Wang Xian's mind.

"So this is the secret skill, Butcher's Beast Dismemberment." Opening his eyes, Wang Xian looked thoughtful. The transmission of secret skills was very special. Completely different from martial arts. You only needed to swallow a 'memory crystal.' This memory crystal contained a great deal of sealed knowledge. Once it entered a warrior's body, it would immediately connect to the warrior's neurons. Then, through the neurons, it would sense the warrior's level of secret skill cultivation.

As the secret skill was cultivated, it would slowly fuse with the warrior's body. Until the secret skill was cultivated to its peak, at which point the crystal would fully merge, becoming a part of the warrior. The principle was simple. When a warrior used a blade to slaughter an exotic beast, their body would operate at high speed. Their neurons would rapidly metabolize, constantly giving feedback to the crystal. While giving feedback, the crystal was fusing with the warrior's body.

And the process of fusion was the process of secret skill advancement. Wang Xian had cultivated secret skills in his past life too, but due to limited conditions, he'd practiced very few. He naturally understood how this worked. So, the reason secret skills had no realm, only proficiency, came from this. One could say that everyone was equal in cultivation. The only difficulty was how to go about cultivating them. These memory crystals were not cheap to produce.

Especially for some rare secret skills, obtaining them was extremely difficult.

"The crystal has been absorbed. Next comes fusing it by killing exotic beasts."

"Next, I also need to prepare some weapons." The weapons Wang Xian wanted to prepare were not martial combat protective gear. But rather... flying knives. Flying knives. A type of hidden weapon. In martial arts, hidden weapon techniques were few and difficult to learn. Wang Xian was skilled with flying knives. Or rather, skilled with hidden weapons. It was just that he used flying knives the most. Why did he use them the most, you ask? Because when he practiced this stuff in his past life, it looked cool.

As for other hidden weapons, like Cold Gleam Stingers, Plum Blossom Needles, Flying Locust Stones, and so on. None of them were as direct and immediate as flying knives. There was also one main reason. In his past life, he'd obtained a lost national-treasure flying knife martial art: the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife Formula. [Take the heart as the sheath, take the will as the blade, sever karma, cut off reincarnation.] This was also why Wang Xian was so skilled with flying knives. After all.

He'd trained with the spear his entire life. To dare say he was equally skilled with something as he was with the spear, without having something special to back it up, was impossible. In order to cultivate this martial art, Wang Xian had even specially trained in hidden weapons for many years, all the way to the peak of the 8th stage. Only then did he barely begin to cultivate this long-lost Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife Formula. But unfortunately.

Even after cultivating for several decades, he'd only grasped the first 3 layers of this national-treasure martial art. Barely reaching a state of minor accomplishment. The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife Formula had 9 layers. The first 3 were the most fundamental. The first layer: Shadow Pursuit. It required only 3 flying knives. Engrave them with blood on the blade, imbue them with spirit, then nurture them on your person. Each blade needed to be exposed at the moment the sun rose.

Recite the incantation and absorb that instant of morning dew essence. When unleashed, the first knife pursues the shadow, the second knife takes the life, the third knife severs the soul. No escape. No evasion. ➤ Next: Forging Throwing Knives! Target, Skeletal Blade Tomb!