Chapter 115: The Satisfied Vice Principal! Jiang Chu

“Has Qingjing Institute of Esoteric Abilities got an S-rank now?”

“Where did an S-rank come from? In recent years, apart from Ming-ge, we haven’t heard of any new S-rank esoteric awakeners in Great Xia.”

As Vice Principal Ling Shuang finished speaking, the new students all looked startled.

S-rank esoteric awakeners are extremely rare; they can’t just appear out of nowhere.

The last time Great Xia produced an S-rank esoteric awakener was three years ago.

That one was a scion of a ninth-rank Martial Saint family, trained directly by his clan elders.

He never took the Wu Ke college entrance exam or enrolled in any esoteric university.

“This S-rank isn’t from Great Xia—he’s an exchange student brought in from India by Qingjing Institute of Esoteric Abilities.”

Ling Shuang waved her jade hand.

A holographic projection immediately formed a tall, dark-yellow-skinned youth with unmistakable Indian features.

“His name is Kiran Rao. He possesses a Qianghua -type S-rank ability, rank three lower tier.”

As soon as Ling Shuang finished introducing him, the new students froze.

What the hell?

A three-lower-tier S-rank?

Did I mishear, or did the teacher misstate it? Can a freshman really reach this level?

One freshman instinctively raised his hand and asked:

“Teacher, are you sure he’s three-lower-tier?”

“Absolutely. This is the information collected by Eva.”

Ling Shuang nodded slightly and added: “But unlike you, he’s already twenty years old.”

“Twenty? No wonder—he’s got two full years more cultivation time than us!”

Everyone suddenly understood, though someone grumbled:

“Twenty counts as a freshman? Qingjing Institute of Esoteric Abilities is playing dirty.”

“India’s system is different—they start university at twenty.”

So, this Kiran really is, damn it, a freshman!”

As one freshman explained, he couldn’t help muttering under his breath.

They had assumed that with Xu Jingming, the top freshman with a two-tier upper S-rank ability, this study trip would be an easy domination.

But this sudden three-tier lower S-rank had turned the study trip into hellish difficulty!

Someone instinctively glanced at Xu Jingming.

But found his expression unchanged—as if the three-lower-tier S-rank posed zero threat to him.

In fact,

Xu Jingming really did think that way!

So what if he’s also S-rank?

He’s only one major rank higher than me. Crossing ranks in battle? I’m already used to it.

With three S-rank combat techniques, master-level gunnery, and numerous high-proficiency A-rank techniques, he had full confidence in himself!

Even if this S-rank was too strong to cross ranks,

He could just spend some esoteric points to raise his own rank.

Besides,

The ranking is based on the number and tier of slain monsters.

In this regard, he boasted he wouldn’t lose to any freshman!

Not even a three-rank S-rank!

Onstage, watching Xu Jingming’s calm expression, Vice Principal Ling Shuang nodded slightly.

For top-tier universities, bringing in outside help for study trips is inherently disgraceful.

But Qingjing Institute of Esoteric Abilities still chose to do so, for two reasons.

One was the immense pressure caused by Xu Jingming, the only S-rank awakener with a two-upper-tier rank.

The other was that the resources at stake were extremely valuable—all three universities wanted first place to secure priority allocation rights.

Of course,

Since the new students didn’t know the behind-the-scenes details, they’d naturally feel it was unfair—and even protest was understandable.

Yet Xu Jingming, the top freshman bearing the greatest pressure, reacted with such calmness, showing not a trace of dissatisfaction.

It proved his immense confidence in his own strength!

Even as an S-rank, does he have the confidence to cross ranks?

No wonder he’s our school’s most outstanding S-rank student in recent years—no wonder I agreed to let him exchange for SS-rank resources.

Vice Principal Ling Shuang’s eyes held a faint hint of satisfaction:

“Alright, that’s the general situation for this study trip.

You have seven days left—use them wisely and prepare well.”

With that, Ling Shuang’s slender figure stepped barefoot into the light portal and vanished.

For Xu Jingming, this meeting was merely a minor detour.

After the meeting that day, he plunged back into his busy classes, and on Thursday he still harvested a batch of esoteric points in the Yangcheng Wilderness Zone.

Time flew by, and soon it was the night before departure for the No. 7 Demon Cave.

Crackling—

Crackling—

In the training room on the second floor of Villa 32.

Xu Jingming, bare-chested, sat cross-legged on the floor.

Terrifying blue-purple lightning spread and leaped across his body, constantly strengthening his physique.

The entire training room’s lighting flickered unpredictably from the flashing lightning arcs.

His muscular, well-proportioned upper body, illuminated by the flickering light, looked like a work of art.

Violent, yet strangely beautiful.

“Huh—”

After an unknown length of time, Xu Jingming retracted all lightning, exhaled softly, and slowly opened his eyes—faint lightning still swirling within.

“Sis, next time you come, just call me directly.”

A low voice echoed through the training room.

“I didn’t want to disturb your training.”

A crisp voice accompanied the entrance of Jiang Chu’s slender figure from the training room door.

She wore a simple women’s T-shirt and black shorts, her long silver-white hair cascading down to her slender waist.

Her round, long legs, accentuated by the black shorts, appeared even paler.

Like Song Qiuyun, Jiang Chu’s legs weren’t stick-thin.

They had a slight softness to them—wear silk stockings, and they’d be lethal.

“Sis, what do you need?”

Xu Jingming casually pulled a T-shirt from his space ring and slipped it on.

Over the past two months, all the rare herbs and flowers he collected from the wilderness had been handed to Jiang Chu for refining.

Any pills she made that were useful to him, he kept.

If useless, he sold them to the school’s alchemy department.

But since they were heading to the demon cave soon, he hadn’t asked Jiang Chu to refine any pills this week.

Seeing Xu Jingming put on clothes, Jiang Chu seemed slightly disappointed.

But she quickly recovered, bent down, met his gaze levelly with clear eyes, and grinned playfully:

“What? Can’t I come see you if I have no reason?”

Xu Jingming raised an eyebrow.

Lately, Jiang Chu had been getting increasingly cheeky.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that as she bent lower,

The impressive fullness hidden beneath her short-sleeved T-shirt had partially slipped into view.

All he saw was snowy white, with a faint hint of pink…

“Ah!”

Jiang Chu noticed his gaze, let out a squeak, blushed deeply, and immediately stood upright.

“You’ve got to be careful with that, sis—if someone else gets to see it, they’ll take advantage.”

He cleared his throat and stood up from the floor.

“Besides you, who else could take advantage of me?”

Jiang Chu instinctively retorted.

Then she realized the ambiguity of her words—her already flushed face turned crimson as blood.

“Alright, serious business—you’re going to the demon cave tomorrow. Here are the pills I prepared for you.”

Jiang Chu decisively changed the subject; her space ring flickered, and seven or eight small porcelain bottles appeared in her right hand.