Chapter 122: Divine Dao Spark, Two-Times-Limit Physique (Begging for Monthly Tickets)

The Human Dao spark had 236 wisps left, and Chen Yansen focused his mind, only to discover a synthesis button had appeared beside it.

100 wisps of Human Dao spark can be smelted into one wisp of Divine Dao spark.

Damn!

This really is a freaking pay-to-win system!

Chen Yansen was so furious he started cursing. He had guessed the reason there was no response after raising Spirit to 10 — turns out it needed to be fed higher-grade materials.

After thinking for a moment, he did not synthesize Divine Dao spark, but instead added the spark to Physique.

A wisp of white mist, two fingers thick, appeared out of thin air, and in a flash burrowed into his brow. It was the familiar sensation — a bone-piercing cold from the inside out, scouring every inch of sinew, bone, and flesh.

His heart pounded violently, like a booming bronze bell.

Three minutes later, Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and stretched his limbs.

Physique had risen from 4.11 to 6.47 — exceeding the human limit by two times.

A thick sense of power filled his entire body. Perhaps because he had added Spirit, he could quickly control this violently surging power, and there was no incident of crushing a glass cup or snapping a wooden floorboard.

After measuring his height and weight, Chen Yansen's brow furrowed slightly. He had originally weighed 87 kilograms, but now he weighed 94.

He had gained 14 jin out of thin air!

From his build, there was no obvious change, but the density of his sinews, bones, and flesh was increasing.

Chen Yansen placed his hand on his kidney and muttered, "I made you suffer in my last life. In this life, I swear I'll make sure you eat seafood feasts every meal."

He threw on a short-sleeve shirt, casual pants, and white sneakers and headed out.

Tomorrow was the Labor Day holiday, but he had no plans to go back to his hometown.

He had originally wanted to take Meng Jie to Southeast Asia, but Meng Zhengguo insisted Meng Jie return to Chunshen. The intention was obvious — he was worried Chen Yansen would play dirty and secretly poach his little cabbage.

Too bad, Chen Yansen had already won over Meng Jie.

Chen Yansen drove to the intersection of Xuelin Road and Xuehai Road, where Meng Jie was waiting with her suitcase.

"Get in."

Chen Yansen rolled down the window and called out to Meng Jie.

Meng Jie put her luggage in the trunk, then climbed into the passenger seat and said huffily, "It's all my dad's fault. He kept saying my math is good and made me go tutor my second uncle's cousin. So unfair."

"Uncle Meng is probably afraid I'll use the trip as an excuse to eat some little lamb clean."

Chen Yansen drove straight toward the bus station downtown, joking with a smile.

Meng Jie's pretty face flushed red, and she shot Chen Yansen a fierce glare. She had her own suspicions in her heart, of course, but father and daughter both found it awkward to spell it out — everyone was playing dumb.

Chen Yansen didn't mind. After meal A, there was still meal B. He had sworn that morning he would never let himself go hungry.

Halfway there, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"The weather outside is just like your ever-changing expressions"

"It's raining, the rain weeps with me, I can't see clearly, and I don't want to see clearly…"

Meng Jie kicked off her slippers, went barefoot, and hummed this fitting song.

Outside, the rain grew heavier and heavier, dense and thick, with visibility reduced to only seven or eight meters.

For safety, Chen Yansen stopped the car at the intersection and turned onto a small road.

"The rain's too heavy. Let's rest a few minutes and go once it lets up."

Chen Yansen explained.

Meng Jie gave an acknowledgment. She wasn't in a hurry — buses left the station every 30 minutes until 5 p. m., so there was no fear of missing it.

She pulled a pack of QQ gummies from her schoolbag, and the two of them held their phones, watching a drama while waiting for the rain to stop.

It was a Taiwanese idol drama — no logic, no reason.

After forcing himself to watch for a few minutes, Chen Yansen shifted his attention to Meng Jie.

Today she was wearing a halter top with a tied neck, with a chiffon blouse over it; her Bai Xi arms were faintly visible.

The two sat very close together, and a faint scent of gardenia drifted into Chen Yansen's nose.

"Snap—!"

Meng Jie, who had been watching with great interest, suddenly felt her top go empty as the halter strap fell to her belly. She put down her phone and said to Chen Yansen, "Stop it, I'm watching the show."

"No worries, you watch yours, I'll play mine."

Saying that, Chen Yansen reclined his seat back and pulled Meng Jie into his arms.

"What if someone sees us? How embarrassing." Meng Jie grabbed Chen Yansen's wandering big hand and pleaded in a small voice.

"Don't worry, I put on a privacy film — you can't see inside the car from outside at all."

Chen Yansen explained confidently.

This privacy film, if checked a few years later, would definitely be illegal and come with demerit points and a fine, but in 2011, nobody cared about such things.

"Which movie did you learn that from this time?" Meng Jie asked, cheeks flushed, as she hugged Chen Yansen.

"I'm this smart — do I even need to learn? Don't mind me, you keep watching your show."

Chen Yansen smoothly found the clasp, took a deep breath, and said to Meng Jie.

"Like this, how can I possibly focus on watching?" Meng Jie said, phone in hand. Though her words said one thing, her hand obediently tapped the play button.

The male and female leads in the drama argued tenderly in Taiwanese accents.

Outside, the rain poured down heavily. The BMW 750 was parked on a small road, surrounded by an endless expanse of wheat — green tinged with gold, nearly ripe.

The car rocked in the rain, and raindrops fell into a nearby stream, making plip-plop sounds.

After who knows how long, the rain gradually lessened, and the road ahead slowly became clear.

Chen Yansen hitched up his pants and adjusted the seat back to its original position.

Meng Jie's pretty face was slightly flushed, the tips of her ears pink too. She gazed straight at Chen Yansen, her eyes filled with nothing but adoration.

"Let's go."

After finishing his meal, Chen Yansen rubbed Meng Jie's head and said with a smile.

"Wait for me to come back, I'll bring you beef soup and fried dough sticks wrapped in tofu skin." Meng Jie tugged at Chen Yansen's sleeve with a grin and said softly.

Chen Yansen gave a slight nod, started the car, and continued on toward the bus station.

More than ten minutes later, the two got out of the car. Chen Yansen held up an umbrella and saw Meng Jie onto the bus.

Back in the car, just as he was about to head back to school, Zhao Maolin called and invited him and Wang Zihao to eat seafood at Galaxy Star.

The implication was that the promotion had gone through, and he had to properly thank the two of them.

Without the boost from Fox Tao, Zhao Maolin's promotion could still have gone through, it just wouldn't have been this smooth.

Chen Yansen thought it over and still declined Zhao Maolin's invitation.

It wasn't a business dinner he had to attend, and he didn't dare touch the girls at those commercial KTVs. Although per industry rules there were monthly checkups, what if he ran into some biochem-host carrier — he had no idea whether his 6.47 constitution could hold up.

Zhao Maolin urged him a few more times, and seeing Chen Yansen's firm attitude, said with a smile: "Anyway, you're at school. I'll stop by the Void Court tomorrow, so at least let me treat you to a meal, alright? You've got to give me a chance to say thanks."

With things said to that extent, Chen Yansen naturally agreed with a smile.

Zhao Maolin would be transferred at year's end, and his successor was someone he had personally trained.

Zhao Maolin added a line on purpose: as long as Chen Yansen was in Void City, the Void Court campus chief representative position would always be his.

Chen Yansen did not refuse either. At this point, although he looked down on the meager earnings from phone cards, finding someone to take over and skimming a small commission would still earn him several dozen strands of the Human Dao's Torch.

It was a small amount, but a mosquito's leg is still meat — he wouldn't turn up his nose at it.

After dealing with Zhao Maolin, Chen Yansen drove back.

Back at school, it was exactly 11:50. He went to the cafeteria alone for lunch.

His two meal buddies had each gone home — one back to Chunshen, the other back to Qi-Lu.

Since it was a holiday, the cafeteria was quiet and deserted. A few aunties in charge of serving food, with nothing to do, had gathered to chat.

On regular days more than ten windows were open; today only four were open.

The moment Chen Yansen walked in, he spotted Song Yuncheng sprawled on the table, eating rice in small bites, a single grain stuck to the corner of her mouth — completely unaware.

(End of this chapter)