89: Chapter 89 Binding Nangong Li

[Ding! Nangong Li has been detected as taking the host as his master. Would you like to bind the master-disciple relationship?]

Just as Nangong Li was performing the bowing ceremony to Han Ming, the System's notification chime sounded in Han Ming's mind.

"Bind."

Han Ming silently recited in his heart, while simultaneously commanding the System to hide the Physique and True Intent that were about to be fed back.

Otherwise, if his identity badge detected that he suddenly possessed the Heavenly Fire God Body and two levels of Fire True Intent, even a fool would know he had secrets.

He didn't dare to gamble on whether the school's higher-ups would force him to reveal his secrets or capture him for research.

[Ding! Binding successful!]

[Ding! Detected that the host's disciple, Nangong Li, possesses the Heavenly Fire God Body, Heaven Rank Low Grade Cultivation Technique "Heavenly Fire Art", Heaven Rank Low Grade Martial Skill "Fire Dragon Burning Heaven", Heaven Rank Low Grade Martial Skill "Star-Stepping Moon-Chasing Step", two levels of Fire True Intent, 325 Level 6 blood qi pills, 158 Level 7 blood qi pills, five stalks of Level 6 Fire-attribute Spirit Medicine... This has now been synchronized and fed back to the host.]

A massive torrent of information surged into Han Ming's mind like a tidal wave.

"Heavenly Fire Art", "Fire Dragon Burning Heaven", "Star-Stepping Moon-Chasing Step"... All the Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills that Nangong Li had cultivated were fully synchronized and fed back to him.

His Heaven-defying Comprehension talent activated instantly. The insights into those Martial Skills were branded into the depths of his memory as if carved there. "Fire Dragon Burning Heaven" and "Star-Stepping Moon-Chasing Step" were both pushed from the introductory stage all the way to the Major Achievement Realm.

But what surprised Han Ming the most was the Heavenly Fire God Body.

Inside his body, the Mystic Ice Spirit Body, Wind-Thunder Spirit Body, and Heavenly Fire God Body coexisted, and under the guidance of the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, they began to undergo Fusion.

Ice and fire, two diametrically opposed forces, not only did not repel each other, but instead began to nourish one another, forming a wondrous balance.

The power of wind and thunder shuttled between the ice and fire, the three forces interlacing and resonating, and his Physique was undergoing a qualitative change.

Han Ming closed his eyes, feeling the earth-shaking changes within his body.

His Dantian expanded once more, surging from the size of two water vats to three.

The quality of his True Yuan also improved further. Among the original multicolored True Yuan, the crimson flame power began to occupy a place.

The insights of two levels of Fire True Intent also merged into his True Intent System, verifying against his Wind and Thunder True Intent and Ice True Intent, raising his combat power by another notch.

He opened his eyes, and lightning, ice, and flames flickered and intertwined within them.

Although his Realm was still a Three-Star Martial Ancestor, his combat power was at least 50% stronger than before. Now, even if he faced an ordinary One-Star Martial General, he would have the confidence to fight.

Han Ming nodded with satisfaction. Seeing that Nangong Li was still cupping his fists and performing the bowing ceremony, he stepped forward and helped him up, saying:

"Get up! I was just joking; there's no need to take it seriously."

Honestly, he was quite impressed by Nangong Li's ability to so readily admit defeat and be willing to take him as a master.

A dignified SSS-rank Genius, a talented descendant of the Magic City Han Family, was actually able to let go so easily; it was truly rare.

"Alright, but I will take this first place back."

Unexpectedly, hearing Han Ming say this, Nangong Li was stunned for a moment, then nodded, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

After speaking, he turned and left the challenge platform directly.

"I'll be waiting for you." Han Ming said, watching his back.

However, in his heart, he was thinking, 'Want to beat me? You won't have a chance in the future.'

"Han Ming, did you actually win?"

As soon as Han Ming walked off the ring, Li Xuewei jogged over excitedly, grabbing his arm and calling out.

"Wasn't winning against him expected? Let's go, let's go collect the bet; we won quite a lot of points."

Han Ming felt the softness on his arm and felt a ripple in his heart, but he smiled and said.

This girl really didn't treat him as an outsider.

Lin Fan and Gong Shuting also walked over. While they looked calm on the surface, their hearts were churning.

Han Ming had actually defeated Nangong Li? He became the number one ranked freshman at Modu Martial Arts University?

It still felt a bit unreal.

Although they had also placed bets on Han Ming to win, it was only because they were all from Jiangbei and had a decent relationship, so they supported him.

They hadn't expected Han Ming to actually win.

The group walked towards the place where Qian Tong had set up his betting stall. The crowd opened up a path, and the looks they cast at Han Ming were full of awe and admiration.

"Student Han Ming, here are your points. Three million principal, plus six million in winnings, a total of nine million. You've really harmed me this time; I lost quite a lot of points."

Seeing Han Ming and the others walk over, Qian Tong greeted them, took out his identity badge to transfer nine million points to Han Ming, and said with a wry smile.

Then, he transferred the winnings to Lin Fan and the others.

"Oh? Didn't quite a few people bet on Nangong Li? You should have earned at least something, how could you lose?"

Han Ming looked at Qian Tong and asked, puzzled.

He had heard of this Qian Tong before; he was a descendant of the Magic City Qian Family, inheriting the business acumen of the Qian family, and had done quite a lot of business at Modu Martial Arts University.

"Isn't this all your fault? You bet a massive three million points on yourself to win, and many people followed suit. The points bet on Nangong Li to win weren't even enough to pay out."

Qian Tong rolled his eyes at Han Ming and began to complain.

Han Ming smiled and didn't reply.

Losing money? This guy Qian Tong was as sharp as a monkey; how could he possibly really lose? At most, he earned a little less.

"Alright, stop crying poverty. I'll treat you to a meal another day." Han Ming patted his shoulder.

Qian Tong's eyes lit up: "You said it! The Modu Martial Arts University cafeteria, the premium set meal, I'll be waiting!"

The corner of Han Ming's mouth twitched; this guy was really not polite.

The group was just about to leave when a light cyan figure walked over.

Han Qingyue.

She was wearing a light cyan dress today, her long hair like a waterfall, and a hint of complexity on her cold face. Walking up to Han Ming, she stopped and her gaze lingered on him for a moment.

"Han Ming, do you have time? I'd like to talk to you."

Li Xuewei looked at Han Qingyue, then at Han Ming, a trace of vigilance flashing in her eyes. She had heard that Han Qingyue of the Magic City Han Family was the recognized goddess among this year's freshmen, with countless pursuers.

Han Ming also looked at Han Qingyue strangely. He didn't seem to have any connection with her! Why would she want to talk to him?

Could it be that she saw that he was not only handsome but also became the number one ranked freshman at Modu Martial Arts University, and took a fancy to him?

Han Ming thought narcissistically.

He sized up Han Qingyue again; well, she was indeed very beautiful, even better looking than Li Xuewei and Su Wanning.

Han Ming smiled and said, "Sure! I wonder what Young Miss Han is looking for me for?"

Han Qingyue looked at Li Xuewei, then at Lin Fan and Gong Shuting, and said softly: "Can we talk alone?"

Li Xuewei subconsciously tightened her grip on Han Ming's sleeve, a trace of vigilance flashing in her eyes.

"You guys go back first! I'll go have a chat with her."

Han Ming patted Li Xuewei's hand and said to Lin Fan and Gong Shuting.

"Alright, contact us if there's anything."

Lin Fan nodded and left.

Gong Shuting nodded at Han Ming and pulled Li Xuewei away.

Li Xuewei looked back every three steps, her eyes full of vigilance as she looked at Han Qingyue.

"Let's go!"

Seeing them leave, Han Ming turned and led the way outside.

Han Qingyue didn't speak, nodded, and followed behind Han Ming.

Behind them, the students who hadn't dispersed yet saw this scene and immediately exploded.

"Han Qingyue? What is the eldest Young Miss of the Han Family looking for Han Ming for?"

"What else could it be? She must have taken a fancy to Han Ming! Han Ming is now the number one freshman; he's young and handsome, which girl wouldn't be moved?"

"Whoa, then there's going to be a good show. Who doesn't know that the eldest young master of the Ye family, Ye Yunfeng, likes Han Qingyue? If he finds out, I wonder what his expression will be?"

The crowd chatted, and some began to gloat.

And Ye Yunfeng was not far away, watching the backs of the two as they walked further and further away, his face turning black.

"Speak! What do you want with me?"

The two arrived at a relatively remote place, and Han Ming stopped and asked, puzzled.

He still had some self-awareness; the dignified eldest Young Miss of the Magic City Han Family couldn't possibly really like a country bumpkin like him, right?

Han Qingyue hesitated for a moment, took a letter from her storage ring, and handed it to him.

"You should read this first."

Han Ming took the letter, opened it, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

At the same time, he also felt a very absurd feeling in his heart. His grandfather was actually the Third Old Master of the Magic City Han Family?

The biological younger brother of the head of the Han Family?

This... this was even more Xuanhuan than reading a Xuanhuan novel.

His grandfather was just like the "trash counter-attack" trope in novels, but he hadn't seen him counter-attack yet?

He had spent most of his life holed up in that small place in Jiangbei, and even breaking through to the Martial Ancestor Realm had become a luxury.

Could his Golden Finger be him?

Han Ming was also dumbfounded seeing what was written on the letter.

As a transmigrator into a book, he didn't even know the Han Family had this connection; otherwise, the Zhang Family in Jiangbei would have been wiped out long ago.

Well, that was just a novel, but this was a real world.