Chapter 50: Mithril

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated......"

Lu Jing shook his head, "This is probably just a raw stone with impurities; if we want to forge it into a spiritual-type Talent Endowed's exclusive weapon, we still have to refine it through smelting first, and ending up with half left would be pretty good."

He had just infused his spiritual energy into it and found the ore's purity was not high; there were many impurities inside.

But anyway, this could save Lu Jing a large sum of money.

He had already decided to take this piece of Mithril to the Martial Hall and have them help forge a few small Flying Swords.

A spiritual-type Talent Endowed's weapon doesn't need to be large; it just has to be sufficiently sharp and hard.

Of course, besides Flying Swords, many other forms can be forged.

For example, Flying Dagger, Blade Wheel, Sharp Needle, Kunai...

But Lu Jing felt these weren't flashy enough and seemed more suited for women.

They fall far short of the visual impact a Flying Sword brings.

Imagine this: spiritual energy at full blast, a sword whistles forth, and the world is stunned.

Ten thousand Flying Swords hum, their blade light disappearing into the clouds.

What a magnificent aura, shaking hearts!

"Lu Jing, what are you thinking?"

Jiang Fanshin saw Lu Jing standing there absentmindedly and asked in confusion, "Once we've chosen, let's go; don't keep President Gu waiting too long."

"Alright......"

Lu Jing snapped back to reality and nodded awkwardly.

The treasure has already been selected; staying here serves no purpose.

As Lu Jing was about to leave, he glanced once more; he now had only one thought.

That is, to quickly boost his strength, and once strong enough, to seize this place.

Dongchuan Province.

Martial Association President's Office.

President Ye Hongyun wore a helpless expression while explaining something.

"Grandpa, why hasn't the ring been given to me yet?"

Ye Shaohua's face turned frighteningly grim.

Ye Hongyun sighed, "Xiao Hua, why can't I give it to you? You should know that someone completed the task before you did, and there's video evidence. How can Grandpa give you the ring? I can only temporarily take the spatial ring from the first level of the warehouse; we'll talk about it when an opportunity arises."

After finishing, Ye Hongyun continued reviewing the documents.

Though this matter didn't cause much stir, it reflected poorly within the Martial Association, and some already have opinions about him.

"Alright, Grandpa, I understand."

Ye Shaohua nodded, a flash of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"Lu Jing, huh? Very well, young master, I've taken note of you."

Ye Shaohua turned and walked out of the office; outside, Li Wu stood upright, waiting.

"Uncle Li, how's the information you were asked to look up?"

"Young master, it's all here."

Li Wu took out a stack of documents and handed them to Ye Shaohua.

The documents contain Lu Jing's detailed biography, even including every Blood Qi test data from school and the Martial Hall.

"You've got unbelievably lucky, huh? In just over a month, breaking from ordinary person to Second‑Realm Martial Artist?"

Ye Shaohua frowned slightly, "Seems this kid is also a Talent Endowed; haven't you found out what kind of talent?"

"No, there are still no records of him using any Talent Endowed skills."

Li Wu said respectfully, "However, this youngster's strength is great, even capable of unleashing the force of a Third‑Realm Martial Artist; he could very well be a strength-type Talent Endowed."

Li Wu said respectfully: "But this teenager's strength is great, even able to burst out the power of a Third‑Realm Martial Artist, very likely a power-system Talent Endowed."

Ye Shaohua snorted contemptuously, "Strength-type Talent Endowed are dominant early on; their power can crush ordinary people, but later they become like chicken ribs—of little concern."

"Uncle Li, I heard the Two-Day Military Department is going to recruit at the lower school; get ready, I'm going to give this kid a lesson, in front of everyone at their school, and beat him down hard."

"Uncle Li, I heard that in two days the military will go to the school below to recruit; get ready, I want to give this kid a lesson, in front of everyone at their school, and beat him down hard."

After Jiang Fanshin and Lu Jing received their rewards, they walked out of the Martial Association.

Lu Jing looked at the reluctant Jiang Fanshin before him and laughed, "No need, maybe later when there's a chance."

"Alright, if you don't know which martial university to apply to, you can come to our school; I look forward to meeting you again!"

Jiang Fanshin finished speaking, stepped forward and gave Lu Jing a big hug.

Lu Jing was slightly startled; is this how a tomboy says goodbye?

"Alright, I'm leaving; contact me by phone if anything."

Lu Jing waved his hand and slipped into the taxi that had been waiting for a long time.

The taxi started, and Jiang Fanshin watched Lu Jing disappear, feeling empty inside.

The two had faced life and death together; now when she closes her eyes, Lu Jing's figure fills her mind.

"Ding! Your bank card has been credited with two million yuan!"

Jiang Fanshin's phone rang; Lu Jing kept his promise and transferred the entire mission reward.

Bored on the car, Lu Jing was about to take a short nap when he suddenly saw the driver staring at him through the rearview mirror.

Noticing Lu Jing's puzzled look, the driver couldn't help but say, "Young man, that just now was your girlfriend, huh? She's great; you two are a talented man and a beautiful woman, quite a good match."

Lu Jing smiled, "Uncle, you're joking; that just now was my friend."

"Is that so? I don't think that's just an ordinary friend; that girl's eyes are full of affection for you. Can't you see?"

Is that so? I don't think they look like just ordinary friends; that girl's eyes are full of affection for you—can't you see it?

The driver immediately launched into the topic, showing Lu Jing his understanding as a love expert.

"Young man, I'm telling you, while you're young you must love boldly, otherwise you'll regret it later!"

Lu Jing wore a black‑line expression, chatting with the driver off and on.

"Young man, are you from Anwu City? Come to the provincial capital on business?"

"Yes."

"What a coincidence!" the driver slapped his thigh, "I'm from Anwu City too—this fare happens to be my last trip home!"

The taxi driver was very talkative, stared at Lu Jing for a while, then suddenly slammed the brakes.

If Lu Jing hadn't reacted quickly, his head would have hit the seat.

"Oh my goodness, young man, aren't you called Lu Jing?"

The driver turned his head, examined him closely, his face showing surprise, "You're that genius from Anwu City, aren't you? At your young age you're already a Second‑Realm Martial Artist!"

"I heard you're only in your senior year of high school this year, haven't even entered martial arts university yet—amazing!"

The taxi driver simply turned off the engine and focused on chatting with Lu Jing.

"Oh my goodness, you're a big star in our city! All the students here look up to you; my daughter even has a photo of you—that's why you keep looking familiar to me!"

"By the way, can we take a selfie? I can take it back to show off to my daughter—hahaha! If that's okay, you don't have to pay the fare this time; I'll just consider it a ride home on my way."

"......"

Lu Jing listened to the taxi driver's endless chatter, his face full of helplessness.

This reminded him of the driver who wanted to set him up on a date.

Could it be that taxi drivers nationwide are all this talkative?

Lu Jing eventually agreed to the photo request, on the condition that they not say another word along the way.