Chapter 412

"Director, the tea is here."

At this moment, Liu Wei also returned to the villa, walking gracefully with three steaming cups of tea, placing them on the coffee table before leaving.

Unlike the tea Master Yang Zhentian of the Demon Sect often drank, this tea was more like milk tea.

With a rich milky aroma and sweetness, Xu Jingming had already tasted it the first time he came to Professor Su's place.

Now, no surprise—he picked up the tea and took a sip, instantly filling his mouth with milky flavor.

"Professor Su, though a ninth-rank powerhouse, has habits in certain aspects not much different from an ordinary girl."

Xu Jingming silently thought to himself as he set down the tea cup.

"This trip to Myanmar still carries considerable danger. Here, take this eighth-rank peak protective talisman."

"It can absorb up to three fatal attacks from eighth-rank peak psychics, giving you an extra layer of protection."

Professor Su Qingli, having set down her teacup, handed him the protective talisman.

Coincidentally, its design matched the one Ling Shuang had given him before—it was also a bracelet.

But the energy fluctuation it emitted was clearly far stronger than the one Ling Shuang had previously given.

"Thank you, Professor."

Xu Jingming's eyes lit up; he respectfully accepted it and fastened it onto his right wrist.

Now, both his left and right wrists bore eighth-rank protective talismans—his safety was maximized!

"By the way, Professor, does the library have any SS-grade body cultivation martial arts?"

After securing the bracelet, Xu Jingming asked.

"Of course. There are only four. Are you thinking of switching your body cultivation martial art?"

Professor Su Qingli was well aware of the S-grade body cultivation technique Xu Jingming practiced.

"No, I just want to study them for reference, see if I can improve my current technique."

"At just fifth-rank and already trying to create an SS-grade body cultivation art? You've got quite a bit of confidence."

Su Qingli let out a faint, amused chuckle, yet didn't discourage him:

"Creating a martial art requires absorbing the strengths of many schools—the more you study, the easier it becomes to forge your own path."

"I suggest you look not only at SS-grade body cultivation arts, but also lower-grade ones. Start by attempting to create E-grade or D-grade techniques."

"Don't jump straight to SS-grade—that's far too difficult and will easily lead to abandonment."

Creating a martial art was entirely different in difficulty from learning one, even though Xu Jingming had already shown terrifying comprehension.

Yet Su Qingli still didn't believe Xu Jingming could create an SS-grade body cultivation art.

Even creating a B-grade body cultivation art would already be remarkable.

Keep in mind that

When she herself was at sixth-rank, the first martial art she created was only C-grade.

"I understand, Professor." Xu Jingming nodded quickly.

A ten-thousand-zhang tower rises from the ground—Professor Su was absolutely right.

"Also, in three months, the once-every-five-years Global Talent Exchange Competition will open again. You'll participate, right?"

Professor Su shifted topics and asked.

"Yes, I only remembered it today after hearing Cao Ren mention it."

"If you're going to participate, it'll add more real combat experience."

"With your current strength, you should make it into the global top 200."

"Top 200? That's so low?"

A look of surprise filled Xu Jingming's resolute face.

"The number of geniuses across Blue Planet is far greater than you imagine. Top 200 globally isn't low at all."

Ling Shuang shook her head from the side.

Even within Great Xia alone, many hidden young warriors waited silently, biding their time to shine at the competition.

"Of course, this is just a projection based on your current strength."

"In three months, your power should have risen significantly—your final ranking could reach the top 50."

Professor Su added, "And you're only twenty this year—you can still enter the next exchange competition."

"By then, you'll surely win the global championship."

As she spoke, a hint of anticipation appeared on her lovely face.

"True." Xu Jingming nodded, outwardly offering no denial.

Yet inwardly, he had already resolved to compete for the championship.

So what if there were many geniuses? Three months remained—his power would surge dramatically...

Afterward, Xu Jingming stayed a while longer at Professor Su's place.

By the time he left the villa, it was past seven in the evening.

Ling Shuang accompanied him out.

Rarely, she did not use her space-type psychic ability, walking beside him like an ordinary psychic, on his right side.

"Professor Ling, I'm planning to grab dinner. Would you like to join?"

"Teacher Ling, I'm going to get some dinner, want to come with me?"

Xu Jingming asked politely, not expecting her to accept.

But to his surprise, Ling Shuang turned her face toward him and gave a slight nod. "Alright."

Xu Jingming paused slightly, then quickly recovered, smiling:

"Since Professor Ling is joining, let's go to the business street—I'll treat you."

He had originally planned to eat at the training camp cafeteria, but now that Professor Ling was coming, that was out of the question.

"Fine. You just won a billion—let me properly take advantage of this rich guy."

"No problem. Dining with Professor Ling is an honor."

"Your tongue's sweet—no wonder so many girls liked you at Demon University."

"Your mouth is sweet, no wonder so many girls liked you when you were at Magic University."

Back at Thunder Martial Arts Hall, without the title of Deputy President of Demon University, Ling Shuang seemed much more approachable.

She chatted casually with Xu Jingming all the way toward the training camp's business street.

"Come to think of it, I haven't been to this business street in years."

"I remember there was a restaurant called Shunxingyuan—nice place. Let's go there."

"I remember there's a restaurant called Shunxing Yuan that's pretty good; let's go there later."

Ling Shuang's tall, graceful figure walked only five or six centimeters from Xu Jingming's side.

Dressed in a fitted, pale black classical outfit, her elegance was matched by her near-perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

Her features were refined and mature, especially the tear-shaped mole at the corner of her eye, adding a unique allure.

As she moved, she resembled a ripe peach,

drawing glances that quickened hearts and turned heads.

Of course, Xu Jingming beside her was no less striking—tall and lean,

his muscular frame subtly defined beneath his pure black combat suit, radiating quiet strength.

Combined with his stern, resolute face, he exuded a calm, composed aura.

The two walking together drew frequent glances from passersby.

Some recognized them, but weren't overly surprised.

Someone recognized their identities, but wasn't overly surprised.

Xu Jingming's expression turned odd—that was the place Senior Fan Ren had taken him to.

But he quickly recovered and nodded. "Alright, let's go there."

But he quickly recovered and nodded. "Alright, let's go there."