125: Chapter 125: Order Placement!!

About three minutes later.

Accompanied by a shrill scream full of despair and unwillingness.

Wen Ning seized the opportunity and cleanly decapitated Wang Jun with a single sword strike!

The head rolled onto the ground, a distorted expression of terror intertwined with malice still lingering on the face.

The headless corpse swayed and fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing out and staining a large area of the floor red.

With that, the encounter at the abandoned junkyard finally came to an end.

The survivors took long breaths of the air, which was a mixture of blood and stench.

It was as if only by doing so could they confirm they were still alive.

“Junior Sister Ningning, you... you aren't hurt, are you? You really scared me to death just now!”

Zhao Hao was the first to calm his breathing.

He quickly walked up to Wen Ning, forcing a smile that he thought was gentle and concerned.

As he spoke, he naturally reached out his hand.

He wanted to take Wen Ning's fair and slender hand, his movements appearing quite intimate.

Wen Ning's brow furrowed imperceptibly, and her feet moved slightly.

She took half a step back without leaving a trace, just enough to avoid Zhao Hao's outstretched hand.

Her tone was flat, carrying a clear sense of distance: “Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Zhao. I am fine.”

Deep in her eyes, a flash of undisguisable annoyance flickered and vanished.

Zhao Hao was not only her senior fellow disciple but also the only son of her mentor!

Ever since she joined Mentor Zhao's tutelage,

and began to stand out with her outstanding talent and hard work, Zhao Hao had been like a fly, pestering her in various ways.

She had already clearly rejected him countless times,

stating that her heart was set on martial arts and she had no interest in romance.

Yet the other party still refused to give up, and had even intensified his efforts.

Of course, if it were just harassment, Wen Ning might not have been so disgusted.

What she was more aware of was the suppression and exclusion Zhao Hao was subjecting her to, both openly and covertly!

Her mentor had begun to pressure her, intentionally or otherwise, hinting in every conversation that she should accept Zhao Hao.

He even used the excuse of 'focusing on cultivation and not being distracted'

to withhold the cultivation resources that should have been allocated to her and reduce his guidance on her martial techniques.

Zhao Hao's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face also solidified for a moment.

He clearly felt Wen Ning's undisguised resistance and coldness.

A surge of evil fire, mixed with the shame of having lost face, suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart!

“Stupid bitch! What are you acting so high and mighty for!”

“You're just a commoner girl with a bit of talent!”

“If it weren't for your looks, would I even spare you a glance?”

“I gave you face and you threw it back! Just wait until I find an opportunity; I'll make sure you're kneeling on the ground begging me!”

Zhao Hao roared frantically in his heart, all sorts of dark and filthy thoughts churning in his mind.

However, he quickly forced a smile that was slightly awkward but still maintained his poise, withdrawing his hand smoothly.

He laughed loudly, “Hahaha, it's good that Junior Sister is fine, it's good that you're fine.

It was truly a narrow escape just now. Thanks to Junior Sister's alertness, that Wang Jun was held back.”

Wen Ning sneered inwardly. Zhao Hao thought he had hidden the flash of lust and anger in his eyes well,

but he didn't know that under her keen perception, it was almost impossible to hide.

Since breaking through to the Silver Skin Realm, she found that her perception had become exceptionally sharp and delicate.

She had a clearer grasp of the surrounding aura and emotional fluctuations.

Moreover, she had unexpectedly awakened a mysterious ability—when her spirit was highly concentrated, she could manipulate very small, light objects from a distance.

Such as embroidery needles, leaves, pieces of paper, and so on.

Although this ability was still very weak, and the speed and power of the objects she controlled were limited,

it also consumed an extreme amount of spirit. It was almost useless in actual combat and would instead affect her normal cultivation and fighting state.

But the appearance of this ability filled Wen Ning with surprise and doubt.

Because in the common martial arts knowledge she knew, for a martial artist to achieve telekinesis,

their spirit needed to reach at least 20 Hz, which was a realm only Middle-grade martial artists could reach!

And she was clearly only a First Grade Martial Artist right now...

Afterward, the group briefly treated their wounds.

Taking their unconscious companions and Wang Jun's head as proof of the mission, they also quickly left this abandoned land.

Walking on the way back, the only remaining Jiaotong University student with minor injuries

couldn't help but speak, his tone full of amazement: “That spear-wielding youth just now... was truly too strong!”

“He took out Zhang Tu with a single strike!”

“He looks about the same age as us. I wonder which school's genius he is?”

“His strength is actually so terrifying!”

“He is indeed incredibly powerful.”

Zhao Hao's face showed a trace of complexity, but his eyes held a bit of lingering fear and subtle jealousy.

He sighed, “As a fellow spear user, I can feel it.

His Spear Technique attainment has probably reached the high level of the Third Stage, or even close to the peak!”

“His timing, angle, and force were all perfect.”

“Such an age, such talent... it's truly startling.”

Wen Ning listened silently from the side, the image of Qin Yan standing with his spear, cold and calm, reappearing in her mind.

A slight ripple stirred in her heart.

That name quietly crossed her mind.

...

Qin Yan carried the sack containing Zhang Tu's head and didn't linger, heading straight back to Modu University of Martial Arts.

Qin Yan immediately went to the mission handover point and submitted the sack containing Zhang Tu's head and the mission proof.

The staff member in charge of inspection was clearly accustomed to this, skillfully performing the verification and recording.

The process went very quickly. In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Qin Yan's smart bracelet emitted a clear notification sound:

“Ding! Mission JP-114-123 (Kill Wanted Criminal Zhang Tu) has been completed and verified. Reward: 30 academic credits.

The reward has been multiplied by ten; you have finally obtained: 300 academic credits. The credits have been issued to your account, please check.”

He looked down, and his credit balance had already been updated:

[academic credits: +300]

[Current Total academic credits: 1688 points]

“Four days, and 300 academic credits are in hand,” Qin Yan calculated silently.

“On average, I'm earning 75 academic credits a day.

This efficiency is slightly higher than my hard work refining pills, and it also hones my practical combat experience.”

Looking at the credit balance approaching 1,700, a sense of fulfillment and joy welled up in his heart.

Without any hesitation, he immediately opened the school resource exchange system and began a new round of 'shopping.'

First, he turned his gaze toward a treasure that could assist in cultivation and enhance comprehension—qingxin tea.

According to his previous personal verification, one portion of qingxin tea could bring a cultivation effect equivalent to about 6 Skill Points.

For him, who urgently needed to improve the progress of the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Spear, it was currently a choice with extremely high cost-performance.

Qin Yan tapped his finger and ordered 2 portions.