Chapter 349: Another Cube

Yujing Military Region, inside a Cultivation Quiet Room.

Wu Eiwei sat cross-legged on the floor, her body draped in a wide robe, a cold Metal Mask covering her face.

"Knock, knock."

A faint light suddenly lit up at the eye positions of the mask.

"Enter."

A person opened the door.

The Quiet Room was very small, not necessarily larger than a bathroom, with a length and width about the same as a single bed; the floor was covered with a soft mat, and there was a small window. The wall was equipped with hooks and shelves for storing clothing and some sundries, and there was also a small tea table for placing tea. Cultivators could sit cross-legged inside to cultivate, or lie down to sleep if tired; it was standard equipment for every sect, academy, research institute, and military base.

Ensuring silence was basic; a good Quiet Room also had to have an abundant supply of Spirit Power, and even auxiliary Formations to help one calm the mind and focus.

Wu Eiwei raised her eyes to look at the person standing in the doorway:

"Did you find them?"

"No."

"?"

"We contacted two Seventh Stage Sword Sect Disciples. For the first one, we told him to come and act as a sparring partner and offered him money. He had originally agreed, but when he heard the sparring partner was you, he refused." The person stood in the doorway, and because the Quiet Room was so quiet, even though they knew that no matter how loudly they spoke, it was impossible to disturb the soldiers cultivating in other Quiet Rooms, they still couldn't help but lower their voice, "It was useless even when we offered him more money."

"Sword Sect Disciples are quite stubborn."

"Mm..."

"They also said some unpleasant things, right?"

"You guessed right."

"Heh..."

Wu Eiwei ignored it completely: "What about the second one?"

"For the second one, we didn't mention money; we only said we wanted to spar with him, and he agreed very readily. But... when he heard you hadn't reached the High-Tier yet, he refused without hesitation." This person paused, "Sword Sect Disciples all have foul mouths."

"Forget it if you can't find anyone."

"Sorry..."

"I don't blame you, that's just how Sword Sect Disciples are." Wu Eiwei's voice was cold, somewhat distorted through the mask, "Still, thank you for your hard work."

"Then you..."

"No need for you to worry about it."

"Understood."

This person walked back out and gently closed the door.

Wu Eiwei waved a hand, and the door lock clicked shut; this way, it would show that the Quiet Room was occupied from the outside.

Then she closed her eyes.

The faint light on the mask also dimmed.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

There was no lack of Seven-Tier Cultivators in the military, but there were no Seventh Stage Traditional Sword Cultivators. The threshold for Traditional Sword Cultivators was simply too high, and while cultivators were one in ten thousand, excellent Traditional Sword Cultivators could almost only be mass-produced by the Sword Sect... Actually, Spirit Cultivators could also simulate Sword Cultivator methods, but the effect was poor. Most importantly, not all Spirit Cultivators possessed this ability; at the very least, most Spirit Cultivators in the military didn't have this skill. They were more adept at combat, and in terms of Spells, they generally learned ready-made Spell means. There were specialists for Spell development, and they were more skilled at using Spells rather than developing Spells themselves.

To simulate a Sword Cultivator's attack, one would likely have to find a Seven-Tier Spirit Cultivator who specialized in Spell and weapon development. But those researchers were precious; even if she were the Personal Disciple of the Sword King, it was impossible to request a researcher to spar with her. That was neither in accordance with procedure, nor would the leaders agree.

Moreover, those researchers were not skilled in combat.

Finding a big shot from the Spirit Sect would be more like it.

The Spirit Sect had many Spirit Cultivators who were proficient in both literature and martial arts; they were both skilled in Spell Principles and possessed the combat power of ancient cultivators, unlike the Spirit Cultivators in the military who were so extreme.

Unfortunately, there was no way to reach them.

Wu Eiwei settled her mind and cultivated in peace.

She was already very close to the Sixth Stage Peak.

Ning Qing felt that the taste of the pickled cabbage and pork trotters from both places was about the same.

The flavor, ingredients, and portion size were all about the same.

Even the price was the same.

However, Chen Shu insisted that the one outside their school was tastier, and he even made up some reasons with a straight face, commenting in such a professional manner that Xiaoxiao and Taozi, who were listening on the side, were stunned. Then, after tasting it carefully, they actually agreed with his statement from the bottom of their hearts.

Ning Qing knew that this person was just too lazy; he wanted her to go find him more often and didn't want to come find her.

However, she didn't expose him either.

Then she would just go find him.

Returned to the Dormitory.

The midday sun was slightly slanted, illuminating only the pure white gauze curtains without shining into the room, while the wind slipped in from the balcony, lifting the gauze curtains.

As in the past few days, Zhang Suannai walked back and forth in the Dormitory with her arms crossed over her chest, head tilted up staring at the ceiling, swinging her feet. She walked from the living room to the dining room, circled the dining table, and walked back; it was as if she had eyes under her chin, as she wouldn't bump into tables, chairs, or tea tables.

Only when she heard the footsteps of her roommates did she finally lower her head, look at them, and blink her eyes:

"Where did you go again?"

"To eat."

"To find Brother-in-law."

"Oh, oh..."

Zhang Suannai was still circling between the living room and the kitchen, still with her arms crossed, but she turned her head to stare at them: "Qingqing, where do you plan to go after graduation?"

The two sisters sat down on the sofa and picked up their water cups at the same time.

"Wherever Chen Shu goes, I go."

"What about Xiaoxiao?"

"Wherever Sister goes, I go."

"Oh, oh..."

Zhang Suannai's expression was a bit complex for a moment, and after a while, she asked again: "Then will you stay in Yujing?"

The little girl lowered her head to drink water, secretly glancing at her sister.

"We will."

Ning Qing's tone was indifferent yet certain.

"Not going back to Yuanzhou?"

"No."

"Chen Shu isn't going back either?"

"No."

"Aren't his parents in Yuanzhou?"

"His parents have their own lives."

"Oh, oh..."

Zhang Suannai's tone made one feel she wasn't very bright, and she walked a few more steps: "Then where will you live in the future? Still in this current place?"

"Yes."

"This is rented, right?"

"Yes."

"What if others won't rent it to you anymore?"

"They won't."

"How do you know they won't?"

"In two more years, I will buy it."

"What if they won't sell?"

"They will sell."

"How do you..."

Zhang Suannai didn't finish her sentence before she slapped her forehead: "Oh, I forgot, you're a prophet. It seems I've already thought my brain to pieces lately. I need to drink more Wisdom Tea and rest for two days to recover. Yes, rest for two days..."

"..." Ning Qing looked at her indifferently, "Are you already worrying about things after graduation now?"

"I am planning ahead! Taking precautions!"

"You had better settle your graduation thesis first."

"Oh my, my brain is about to break. I need to drink some Wisdom Tea and rest for two days, rest for two days..." Zhang Suannai repeated, as if talking to herself, giving herself psychological hints. After a while, she suddenly realized—

My roommate seems to be concerned about me?

Wuwuwu...

Could it be that the sincerity I paid to my roommate is finally starting to reap rewards? Wuwuwu, it's so moving...

Yujing Academy.

Chen Shu sat on the sofa watching the news.

Actually, he was being lazy.

He should have been modifying the Tracer Technique right now. It is interesting to say, clearly before he went out, he was modifying it with great enthusiasm, putting his whole heart and soul into it, enjoying the process of doing something seriously, but he was called out by Qingqing in the middle, interrupted once, lost his momentum, and now he just couldn't get his energy up at all.

Even knowing that as long as he gritted his teeth and did it, in less than five minutes he could regain that state and return to that process, he still couldn't get his energy up.

He was full of resistance toward this matter.

At this moment, he discovered the sunlight outside the window was so bright, and he wanted to enjoy it for a few more seconds; he discovered the wind outside the window was so gentle, blowing so comfortably; even the floor tiles and ceiling he had looked at for years were so good-looking, no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't get tired of them.

The news was really good.

Even Brother Meng was becoming increasingly beautiful.

Chen Shu watched longingly as Brother Meng walked out, carrying a very stylish handbag, preparing to head out. When passing the living room, as if he had just seen him, he stopped and looked over: "Brother Chen, back from eating?"

"Ah, heading out?"

"Going to the teacher's house." Meng Chunqiu paused, "Have you heard? The thirteenth Square Body has been unearthed."

"Ah? When?"

"This morning."

"Where?"

"Hanying Kingdom." Meng Chunqiu said, "You'll probably see the news by tonight."

"Hanying..."

That is the great country in the Northern Continent.

Don't let the name sound elegant; it is actually a place of bitter cold, a country controlled by the Barbarians. However, the Barbarians of this world are not savage or ignorant; this was a derogatory term used by the ancient Huaxia civilization of the Central Land for the people of the Northern Continent. In fact, the Barbarians are just naturally tall and strong, and although they revere martial force, their personalities are generous and polite.

"What a pity."

Chen Shu shook his head.

Since the Square Body was unearthed in a great country, it was destined that Yiguo would have no room to intervene, and he could only watch from afar. He would only have a chance to see it once the great country of the Northern Continent had finished organizing it and displayed it to the whole world.

At this time, his Mobile Phone vibrated.

Grandma Always Says: Recently a bit short on money, do you brothers have any good channels to make money? The kind that is easy and pays a lot.

Grandma Always Says: @Haoran

Chen Shu twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but type a reply—

Qingcai Keke: This tone sounds like a hooligan.

Grandma Always Says: Shut up.

Quite a cocky tone, isn't it?

Chen Shu thought for a moment.

Qingcai Keke: I have a channel.

Nainai Zongshuo retracted a message.

Nainai Zongshuo: I don't believe it.

Nainai Zongshuo: Tell me about it.

Qingcai Keke: Call me Big Brother.

Nainai Zongshuo: Big.

Nainai Zongshuo: Dumbass.

Qingcai Keke: /complex expression

Haoran: I haven't been paying much attention to these lately.

Haoran: I'll keep an eye out for you when I have time.

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: I want it too, I want it too, I want a channel for making money easily and in large amounts too.

Huran Bikouli: @Jiang Lai

Huran Bikouli: My roommate wants it too.

Haoran: I'll keep an eye out when I have time.

Huran Bikouli: Hmm? Suddenly realized, why are there so few active people? Is everyone not interested in money?

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: Yes.

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: Only we are short on money.

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: /tears

Nainai Zongshuo: @Qingcai Keke

Nainai Zongshuo: Tell us about your method.

Qingcai Keke: Call me Big Brother.

Nainai Zongshuo: Ptooey!

Zhaoyeqing: New stock, Andong Technology, opens tomorrow, will hit the limit for nine more working days, buying an amount under five million won't affect this result.

Nainai Zongshuo: Wuwuwu Qingqing I love you.

Nainai Zongshuo: Qingqing is still the best.

Beauty with Eight-Pack Abs: Thank you, Senior Sister /tears

Zhaoyeqing: You all discuss the amount.

Chen Shu found it quite novel.

Qingqing would not have done this kind of thing in the past.