Chapter 79: Is My Little Sister's Network This Vast?

"Ice Master, you..."

The door opened, and the White Skirt Woman looked at the Rest Room behind Chen Yan, seeing the wreckage inside through the light; her eyelids twitched beneath her Mask.

"I will pay for the damages," Chen Yan said.

"No... that won't be necessary," the White Skirt Woman said awkwardly.

"It is my fault as well. Once you became a Gold Rank Member, you were entitled to your own Cultivation Room; I was just a bit slow in arranging it."

As the White Skirt Woman spoke, she looked at Chen Yan and suddenly noticed blood dripping from the Black Clothes on his body.

"Ice Master, you..."

"It's nothing," Chen Yan said with a smile. "My Cultivation Technique is always like this."

He had fought to the death with Gong Xinling during the day and was already injured, and he had been injured again while participating in the boxing matches.

Having just smashed his body ruthlessly, the wounds that had originally healed burst open again; bleeding was normal.

Being injured did not matter; the fighting had also let Chen Yan know his own weaknesses.

He did not use the Horizontal Refinement path, but the fighting still required the use of his own Flesh.

His body's agility and flexibility were very poor.

He could crush Silver Rank Boxers easily.

But when dealing with Gold Rank, his flaws appeared.

His Bone Pattern and Skin Pattern were both Fourteen, and his Force Pattern was already Twenty-two.

Very strong.

But what about the Tendon Pattern?

Four.

This was practically a joke.

Tendons toughen the nature of the Flesh.

It seemed unimportant, but fighting often focused on this the most.

You couldn't just let the opponent punch you once, and then you punch the opponent once.

The White Skirt Woman was silent for a long time.

She didn't even know what to say.

Are you cultivating while self-mutilating?

Thinking of how he could even attack himself just to win, the White Skirt Woman suddenly felt she understood.

"It is like this: you had two consecutive wins in the Silver Rank today, not opening any multi-point matches, but you had fifteen consecutive wins in the Gold Rank; the first ten were all ten-point matches.

The last five matches added two points sequentially; this time you obtained a total of One Hundred Eighty-two points."

Three Hours of Observation Time!

Chen Yan's heart trembled, then he smiled:

"How many points per minute to observe the Second Grade Fist Intent?"

The White Skirt Woman trembled:

"You have already grasped Fist Intent?"

Chen Yan did not speak, but the Woman hurriedly bowed and said:

"Apologies, I should not have pried into your privacy."

She was incomparably shocked in her heart; if Ice Master exposed his Fist Intent, he might have a chance to rush into the top three of the Gold Rank!

"Second Grade Fist Intent is ten points per minute."

Chen Yan Frown. Ten points per minute.

With so many points today, he could only observe the Second Grade Fist Intent Stone for Eighteen Minutes?

He really wanted to steal the Fist Intent Stone one day and be done with it.

"I will observe the Second Grade Fist Intent for Six Minutes," Chen Yan said.

"Then you will have One Hundred Twenty-two points remaining," the White Skirt Woman said with a smile.

"Use the rest to observe the First-Rank Spear Intent," Chen Yan said.

One Hundred Twenty-two points could observe Spear Intent for Two Hours; it seemed to be worth more.

He still needed some long-range attack Methods.

A Spear could also count as close combat.

But it could also be long-range; treating a Spear as purely close combat was a bit of a waste.

【Hundred Spears Dark Thrust】 was like this; a Spear could also become a thrust.

Of course, this was regarding the SoulRefining path.

For the Horizontal Refinement path, one only cultivates the Flesh; if you throw the Spear, you have no Spear.

The SoulRefining path could condense it.

The White Skirt Woman nodded.

Soon, the observation ended.

Chen Yan walked out of the Observation Room feeling depressed.

He...

Could it be that he really had no talent?

Six Minutes of observing the Second Grade Fist Intent had allowed him to improve his understanding of Fist Intent somewhat.

But that One Hundred Twenty Minutes of Spear Intent observation actually didn't even let him grasp Spear Momentum.

"Perhaps, I really can only rely on the Heavenly Dao rewarding diligence."

Chen Yan looked at the ceiling and walked slowly.

"Ice Master?" The White Skirt Woman looked at Chen Yan and called out several times, but saw no response.

"Would you like to rest a little longer?" the White Skirt Woman continued to ask.

"No need." Chen Yan shook his head.

The White Skirt Woman's expression changed slightly; the Fire Executor seemed to care quite a bit about Ice Master.

But Ice Master hadn't come for several days, and the Fire Executor had gone to Lao City to play cards yesterday.

Should she stop Ice Master?

Thinking this, Ice Master had already gone downstairs.

The White Skirt Woman shook her head; forget it, she would talk about it next time.

Chen Yan walked past the Arena and headed toward the exit door; the Tianbei Fist Tournament had many exits, and each time it made people walk out from unexpected places.

This was to protect the personal privacy of members.

Suddenly, Chen Yan raised his hand.

Bang!

In his hand, a mobile phone appeared.

It was the kind of phone Chen Yan had seen Luo Puxin use, a flip-phone.

There were few places in Yunmeng City that sold them, and the ordinary Martial Officer Town and schools only had landlines.

Most importantly, Yunmeng City had no public signal base stations.

If you wanted to use one, you had to build your own private base station.

Unless one was a special person, almost no one used them.

Chen Yan looked over; the person who threw the phone to him was a figure sitting in the Observation Area, several hundred meters away from him.

The other party was dressed in Black Clothes and wore a Red Mask.

"Who are you?" Chen Yan frowned.

"Ice Master, now that you have reached Gold Rank, you should also know that Tianbei Fist Tournament members have some gray income.

Take this phone; later, if there is something, I will find you."

The Red Mask smiled and waved his hand:

"Of course, if you are a Hundred Billionaire, you can just throw this phone away."

Beneath the mask, Chen Yan's Pupil constricted.

He put away the phone and turned to leave.

Wasn't his goal in reaching Gold Rank for this very reason?

And the Red Mask, seeing Chen Yan leave, also gave a faint laugh, then immediately Disappeared.

Chen Yan walked out from the Suburbs, hid the phone under a stone pit, and then used his Martial Merit Card to notify Si Wenyi.

The Martial Merit Card was not a phone, but it had the same communication function.

It was because the Martial Merit Card itself had other mysteries.

Chen Yan did not have a phone, but he knew some of the functions of phones, such as being tracked or being wiretapped.

Therefore, he first notified Si Wenyi, letting Si Wenyi make internal decisions before coming over.

Midnight, clouds rolling and unfurling.

He took a look at his Martial Merit Card; there were another One Thousand Martial Merit Points on it.

It was because after he reached Gold Rank, he had completed the corresponding Optional Mission.

There was another Optional Mission to kill Chu Feiyuan, worth Three Thousand.

His missions were all issued by the Military Martial Guard based on Chen Yan's current situation.

Chen Yan only felt that he owed so much.

He had received too many benefits from the Military Martial Guard.

Soon, Si Wenyi arrived, came to the location Chen Yan mentioned, and placed the phone into an Iron Box.

"You did well." Si Wenyi smiled:

"However, there shouldn't be any tracking or wiretapping; no one would offend a Gold Rank Member."

Although he said this, Si Wenyi would still take the phone back to test it.

"Returning to the Military Martial Guard with me?" Si Wenyi asked.

"Yes, I want to perform Observation and Imagination on 【Ming Shi】 again; One Hour is enough, and I plan to exchange the remaining Martial Merit Points for some necessities."

"Are you not resting?" Si Wenyi glanced at his watch:

"It is Four AM."

Chen Yan was stunned, and said gratefully to Si Wenyi:

"Sorry to trouble you."

Si Wenyi was slightly startled, turned his head, and waved his hand:

"It's nothing, I am a Fu Zhi Ren Yuan by nature. By the way, what do you want to exchange for?"

"Knockout Drug, and clothes and such," Chen Yan smiled.

He still remembered the time Luo Puxin drugged Chu Xuansheng.

Knockout Drug was very important.

"Oh, I see. Then you should also exchange for some things like Signal Jammers; I will tell you in a moment."

Si Wenyi smiled serenely.

"Thank you."

Si Wenyi curled her lip.

This kid, he only knows how to say thank you.

But her heart warmed; for someone like Chen Yan to express gratitude, he must truly be very grateful in his heart.

It's just that...

She was dressed in a thin gauze skirt, the folds of which flowed like the brilliance of snow and moon, spilling lightly onto the ground.

The night wind blew, and the skirt fluttered.

She changed her clothes often; did the other party not notice at all?

Si Wenyi shook her head slowly; this youth named Chen Yan had many things in his eyes.

So many that there was no room for anything else.

She was still... very unworthy.

…………

On the other side of the wilderness.

"Lost him."

Chen Yu clenched her fists tight.

"It's fine. After we go back, Master will teach you how to make a Tracking Formation," the Red Skirt Woman consoled.

"Next time, you can start from Bing Yi's side."

Chen Yu had seen with her own eyes that person give a mobile phone to Bing Yi; it was very likely that he was the one who wanted to hire a killer to persecute her Elder Brother.

But the exit of the Tianbei Fist Tournament was too complex.

She still lost him.

"But, my Brother is facing a huge crisis!" Chen Yu said in a low voice.

"Tomorrow, I will go find my Brother."

The Red Skirt Woman nodded; the existence of Chen Yan could be considered to have helped Chen Yu deflect a great deal of attention.

During these days, Chen Yu had also grown strong enough to fight side-by-side with Chen Yan.

…………

Noon.

In the Cultivation Room of the True Martial Class, Chen Yan finished sitting in meditation, and a series of knocks rang out outside the door.

Chen Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air; on his chest, the Fifth Tendon Pattern had successfully condensed.

The Casting Degree of his third organ, the Spleen, had also reached Seventy-Five Percent after these days of continuous Cultivation Technique.

He walked out of the Cultivation Room, opened the door, and saw an unexpected person.

"Xiaoyu, you came just in time."

Chen Yan said with a smile; on the table were still the meals exclusive to Priority Zone students.

This one meal cost nearly one thousand.

Looking at Chen Yan, Chen Yu's Mu Guang flickered slightly, and she mumbled:

"Brother, has anyone ever told you that you've become handsome?"

Chen Yu averted her gaze, carrying a bit of shyness.

What exactly happened to her brother? How come his skin felt even better than her own?

"Horizontal Refinement strengthens the body and cultivates the Spirit," Chen Yan explained.

Chen Yu nodded and sat on the sofa.

She began to eat.

"Brother, how have you been lately?"

"Quite good."

"Has anyone looked for trouble with you?"

"No."

"Brother..."

"Eat."

"Brother..."

Chen Yan put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Yu:

"Xiaoyu, you must have something to tell me."

"Mm." Chen Yu's Mu Guang sank, and she nodded:

"Brother, do you know about the Tianbei Fist Tournament?"

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes: "You went to Yunmeng City?"

"No..." Chen Yu softened all at once, but she spoke with a worried Gaze:

"Brother, I met a very good teacher. He said someone is looking for a Boxer at the Tianbei Fist Tournament to... kill you."

Chen Yu lowered her head, her silver teeth biting down hard.

She truly could not set her heart at ease.

Chen Yan was stunned; was his Xiaomei's network of connections this vast?