Chapter 43: 【mystic Arts Scholar】 One Slap
“First Order Black Flame Potion, Spirit Enhancing Potion.” Sun Fatty briefly introduced, “Little Brother should know their effects.”
“But this Pink Potion is not simple at all. I even suspect if Little Brother is the Minister’s illegitimate child.” He said mysteriously, with envy.
This indeed piqued Su Chen’s curiosity. The other didn’t keep him in suspense and carefully introduced: “Third Order Potion–Glazed Blood, also a specialty potion of South Wind City.”
“Third Order? Specialty?” Su Chen’s heart stirred slightly, showing inquiry. Sun Fatty observed his expression and explained in depth: “Why is South Wind City here, and not further south or further north?”
“It’s because of the Glazed Blood mine. With it, South Wind City was established. This thing is supplied to Ying Feng. Even Minister Yuan has only a fixed quota each year; you can’t buy it even if you have money.”
“It has many effects, aiding the absorption of auxiliary potions, like Black Flame Potion. Normally it might take two to three days to fully absorb, but with it, only one day is needed.”
“It can also provide pure nutrition, quickly repairing physical and mental fatigue. More crucially, its medicinal properties are gentle, usable by both First Order and Second Order Professionals.”
“It’s indeed a good thing.” Su Chen couldn’t help but sigh.
“I can hand the items to Little Brother. Even excluding Glazed Blood, the combined price of these two potions is worth nearly ten thousand gold…” He reminded. This far exceeded the price of the Shadow-Evading Clothes.
Old Yuan is really generous, Su Chen thought to himself.
Then Sun Fatty pulled out a Silver Bracelet from his pocket like a magic trick and handed it to Su Chen.
Su Chen raised an eyebrow. This thing seemed able to pull out a Virtual Screen; it was high-end stuff.
Sun Fatty explained: “Smart bracelet. South Wind City can’t make this; it’s all supplied from Ying Feng, requiring quota applications. Communication intensity and range are greatly increased.”
He handed it to Su Chen while explaining the control points. Besides more convenient communication, its more important function was accessing various departments in the city, such as Emergency Rescue Department, Inspection Department, Patrol Department, and so on…
But there was no network forum or the like as Su Chen imagined. Too few people in South Wind City had this; there was no foundation for it.
“Additionally, the Minister temporarily notified me to prepare a Mimic Mask for you. I’ve informed logistics; it should arrive soon.” Sun Fatty added.
“For disguise?” Su Chen asked, and after getting an affirmative reply, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs up to Old Yuan’s thoughtfulness.
After seeing off Sun Fatty, Su Chen eagerly began trying the effects of the Third Order Potion.
Unlike liquid, it was like jelly. Su Chen savored the taste, immediately feeling like he was stuffed full. He hurriedly gulped down the Black Flame and Spirit Enhancing Potions, then quickly entered the Gravity Chamber.
The stimulation from all over his body became even more intense. The downside of rapid absorption was the concentrated burst of effects. Su Chen’s skin turned bright red, and sweat sizzled into white vapor evaporating.
After a full day and night, the next day as the sky gradually darkened, Su Chen finally came out of the Training Room.
“So intense…” He couldn’t help but sigh, stretching his body. Thanks to the Glazed Blood aid, training efficiency was even faster than before.
【Void Ripper Warrior: 55%】
【Body Strengthening Training Method—Proficient:30%】
【Hellfire Meditation Method—Proficient:50%】
All stats had clearly improved, while 【Mystic Tool Master】 was still in the first half, and development progress had soared to 30%.
After a brief tidy-up, Su Chen heard a knock at the door.
Jiang He had come, still full of charm. Her purple one-piece dress only reached above the knees, outlining her graceful figure, with slender calves smooth as jade.
Jiang He leaned against the doorframe, posture alluring, softly charming: “Waiting for me specially?”
“Come in.” Su Chen glanced at her and said indifferently.
The reason he came out of the Training Room was that someone notified him Jiang He was looking for him.
Jiang He’s expression sobered, her mood inevitably complex. It hadn’t been long, yet he had climbed to such a position.
Yuan Chenyang’s student, tsk tsk…
Even though his father was theoretically on the same level as Yuan Chenyang, the Inspection Department was one of the three major enforcement institutions.
Just like her, even knowing Qi Chuan had ill intentions, she couldn’t act rashly. But Su Chen dared to bring people directly to arrest him.
She walked in with cat-like steps, hooked her calf, and closed the door.
“What’s the matter?” Su Chen asked calmly.
“So cold… little brother.” Jiang He sat on the bed edge, deliberately sniffing, “Can’t I come chat about old times?”
“We have no old times to chat about.” Su Chen shook his head, “If nothing, you can leave.”
“So heartless…” Jiang He looked at him resentfully, “Just a small matter. I want your help to end my marriage relationship with Qi Chuan.”
“You want a divorce?” Su Chen was puzzled, “Why find me?”
“Qi Chuan isn’t in your hands? Naturally I come to you. Just have him sign this.” Jiang He pulled a brown Leather Scroll from her chest, unfolding it to reveal a page of strange symbols.
Correct, in this world, marriage relationships are sealed with a “Marriage Contract,” made by Marriage Contract Professionals.
Between cities, information is hard to exchange. This is the hard proof; through special methods, it can directly confirm the other contracting party, simple and clear.
“Why?” Su Chen looked at her.
Jiang He explained: “My father said Qi Chuan might be involved in certain matters, plus the previous murder attempt. Best to cut ties with him; the later, the more trouble.”
“I mean, why should I help you?” Su Chen emphasized.
Jiang He leaned back, her figure even more prominent, hands supporting on Su Chen’s bed, “Can’t hold him more than a few days anyway. It’s a simple favor.”
“Worst case, I can pay a price.” Jiang He shook her body, feigning grievance.
Seeing Su Chen gradually approach, shadows covering her, looking down at her.
Jiang He was extremely unaccustomed to this feeling. She didn’t like being played; she liked playing others.
“Just teasing.” Jiang He awkwardly retreated a bit, taking a photocopy from her pocket, “Promotion requirements for Mystic Arts Scholar. Father said Minister Yuan should be interested.”
Su Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, reached out to take it, and scanned it.
【Discovered Second Order Upper Tier Profession–Mystic Arts Scholar. Complete requirements to promote.】
【Mystic Arts Scholar promotion requirement one: Stay five minutes in “Whispering Trial.”】
【Mystic Arts Scholar promotion requirement two: Elevate three F-grade Meditation Methods to Master Level.】
Actually need to stay five minutes. Su Chen recalled that so-called Whispering Trial, muttering inwardly.
“Just for a divorce, is it necessary to bring this out?” He looked up and asked.
“To do a favor. You’re not the old you anymore.” Jiang He brushed her hair.
Su Chen looked at that delicate and exquisite face, inexplicably feeling an impulse. After frowning and pondering, he understood where the impulse came from.
Then, he extended his hand.
Slap!
A slap landed on Jiang He’s face, hair fluttering down, a bright red palm print gradually appearing on her fair cheek.
Su Chen exhaled, feeling refreshed inside, as if releasing some burden from his predecessor’s memories—the unwillingness of once being toyed with by Jiang He, completely dissipated.
Jiang He was stunned, anger flashing briefly in her eyes. The room lights flickered, some power accumulating.
“What are you doing!” She growled lowly.
“I’ll have him sign it.” Su Chen grabbed the Leather Scroll and strode out.
Jiang He stared at his back, breathing heavily several times before calming down. Her tender palm stroked her right cheek; the lingering sting both infuriated her and stirred a strange feeling.
“Qi Chuan…” Su Chen hadn’t forgotten this guy. He took the Leather Scroll to the detention room.
“What’s his situation?” He asked the guard.
“Not a word. Usually sits in the corner; eats on schedule.” The other recognized this second-generation and introduced.
Su Chen peered through the one-way window. Qi Chuan had clearly lost a lot of weight, cheekbones prominent, eyes dull and scattered, appearance haggard.
A Second Order physical-side Professional’s metabolism was fast; those ordinary liquid foods weren’t even enough to fill his teeth.
“Anyone come to see him?”
“Patrol Section’s Chief and Deputy Section Chief both came, asked casually.” The guard recalled.
The person was caught by Patrol Section; it was normal for superiors to inquire.
Su Chen pondered: “Dinner time?”
“Ten minutes or so.” The other checked the time.
Su Chen waited here a bit. Dinner in a plastic box arrived; he took it, opened, and saw clear soup with milky white liquid food—stuff his predecessor used to eat.
Having the guard block in front, Su Chen dipped his index finger into the soup. A green Metal fragment appeared on his fingertip, vanishing moments later.
This was a small fragment he had chipped off the attacker’s Dagger.
“Send it to him.” Su Chen closed the lid, glanced at the surveillance camera at the corridor end. Had to do the superficial work.
The guard took it and carried it in, quite speechless. Your tampering is too crude.
