390: Chapter 39 Reunion with Xiao Wangshu!!

[Qi Refining: Fourth Rank Peak (Five Elements Primordial Scripture First Layer 16%)]

[Body Tempering: Third Grade Limit (Indestructible Blood Demon Scripture First Layer Perfection)]

[Total Blood Qi: 3,000 Cal]

[Qi Refining: 2,600 Cal]

[Body Tempering: 400 Cal]

[spirit: 123 Hz]

[Spear Technique: fifth stage (81%)]

Spear Qi: Destructions End Spear Qi (first grade)]

[Alchemy Dao: First-Grade Alchemist (34%)]

[Physique: Indestructible Blood Demon Body (Initial Success)]

[Blood Puppet Creation]

[General Outline of Five Elements Basic Martial Skills]

[Metal Element—Gold Splitting Spear (Minor Achievement)]

[Origin Divine Ability: Blood Curse, Demonic Utterance Heavenly Edict (Demonic Dao · Blood Curse Advancement · Seal), Five-Colored Spiritual Light]

[Skill Points: 20 Points]

"Thirty thousand Cal of basic Blood Qi... Within the Fourth Rank realm, it should be difficult to encounter an opponent capable of matching me head-on, right?"

Qin Yan evaluated inwardly.

Ordinary Fourth Rank Peak martial artists have Blood Qi between sixteen thousand Cal;

But he, relying on the fivefold True Qi volume bonus of the Five Elements Primordial Scripture and his robust foundation, had directly reached thirty thousand Cal!

This already exceeded the scope of the conventional Fourth Rank realm, even surpassing ordinary Fifth-Rank Martial Artists!

This was only his basic Blood Qi; if one also factored in his fifth stage Spear Technique, Minor Achievement martial skills, and Origin Divine Abilitys... his true combat strength...

Qin Yan suppressed the excitement in his heart.

His gaze shifted downward, landing on the newly appeared martial skill Entry.

[Metal Element—Gold Splitting Spear (Minor Achievement)]

This was a Metal Element Spear Technique he had meticulously selected from the vast General Outline of Five Elements Basic Martial Skills and invested time in practicing over the past ten days.

Its rank was Earthly Fiend · Common Grade.

This was a typical Metal Element offensive Spear Technique; the core lay in highly compressing and condensing Metal-attribute True Qi at the tip of the spear, forming an indestructible and extremely sharp "Gold Splitting Qi Blade."

It could be used for ranged slashes or attached to the spear shaft to enhance piercing and cutting.

Moreover, with the support of his powerful spear talent—two-ten-thousandths of Spear Dao Profundity—he had cultivated this martial skill to the Minor Achievement realm in just ten days!

Martial skill proficiency was divided into: Entry, Minor Achievement, Major Achievement, and Perfection.

The higher the realm, the greater the power when unleashed, the less True Qi consumed, and the faster the activation speed.

The Gold Splitting Spear at the Minor Achievement realm could provide an additional Blood Qi burst bonus of approximately 650 Cal to his attacks.

Meanwhile, most Fourth Rank Martial Artists, limited by their True Qi volume, usually focused on "Common Earthly Fiend Grade" martial skills.

For an ordinary Fourth Rank Martial Artist, reaching Minor Achievement was already no easy feat; Major Achievement required years of hard work.

Of course, there were also some monstrous geniuses with extraordinary talent who dared to attempt practicing "Common Heavenly Stem Grade" or even higher-ranked martial skills while at the Fourth Rank.

But those were, after all, a tiny minority.

For the current Qin Yan, quickly training an Earthly Fiend Grade martial skill to Minor Achievement was already very satisfying.

After reviewing his status, Qin Yan began to pack his gear in an orderly manner.

...

August 9th

On Martial Arts Field No. 3 of Modu University of Martial Arts, the atmosphere was heavy and solemn.

Young martial artists dressed in various school uniforms converged from all directions, like trickling streams flowing into a river.

Colors intertwined, yet they could not hide the expressions of determination, nervousness, or excitement on those young faces.

Elites from multiple schools were gathered here today.

Most of them were at the level of Fourth Rank Martial Artists.

A few had slightly weaker auras but had still reached Third-Rank Peak or even the limit.

Dressed in a simple black training suit, Qin Yan walked through the crowd with steady steps, his gaze calmly scanning the surroundings.

He soon found his targets at the left edge of the crowd.

Standing there were two figures of young girls, vastly different in style yet equally eye-catching.

One figure was petite and exquisite, about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a light pink modified martial arts uniform with her long hair tied in a neat ponytail.

Her small face was as delicate as a porcelain doll's, her large eyes clear and agile, and she was standing slightly on tiptoe peering toward the entrance as if looking for someone.

It was precisely Qin Yan's Senior Sister—Lu Youyou.

The other figure beside her was completely different.

That young girl was tall, wearing a spotless moon-white long robe.

Her face was incomparably elegant, her skin like snow, and her features like a painting.

She stood there quietly, like a solitary snow lotus blooming in isolation.

An aura of coldness that warned others to stay away emanated from her, yet it also faintly carried a hint of ethereal, otherworldly grace.

It was precisely Xiao Wangshu.

Even in the Martial Arts Arena where elites gathered, the combination of these two attracted many gazes.

Especially Xiao Wangshu—that cold, moon-fairy-like temperament was truly rare among martial artists.

Qin Yan turned his steps and walked toward the direction where the two women were.

His movements were natural and fluid, and within a few breaths, he arrived before them.

"Senior Sister, Wangshu."

Qin Yan stopped, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he greeted the two.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached their ears clearly.

"Junior Brother, you're here!"

Lu Youyou had been standing on tiptoe, her gaze searching the field.

Hearing Qin Yan's voice, she immediately turned her head, her large eyes lighting up instantly.

A bright smile blossomed on her face.

"Wangshu and I were just wondering when you'd arrive!"

Xiao Wangshu's reaction was much calmer.

She slowly turned her head, her cold eyes landing on Qin Yan.

The next moment, a barely perceptible trace of surprise flashed deep within her eyes.

She nodded slightly, acknowledging Qin Yan's greeting.

Qin Yan looked at Xiao Wangshu, and his heart stirred slightly as well.

He focused his senses to perceive Xiao Wangshu's aura, but found that he could feel nothing.

He naturally knew what this represented; it meant that she had also stepped into the Fourth Rank Martial Artist realm.

"What formidable talent."

Her stepping into the Fourth Rank was, for him, both unexpected and yet perfectly logical.

He had witnessed her talent long ago.

"Wangshu, we haven't seen each other for so long, why do I feel like you've become even colder than before?"

Lu Youyou blinked her large eyes and leaned in close to Xiao Wangshu.

She tilted her head to examine her best friend closely, her tone carrying a bit of confusion and concern.

"Where on earth have you been cultivating for the past two months?"

Two months ago, Xiao Wangshu had been personally taken away by her grandfather, Dean Xiao Shan.

Lu Youyou had visited the Xiao family several times, but each time she was told, "The young lady is in seclusion, her return date is uncertain."

It wasn't until a few days ago that Xiao Wangshu quietly returned to Modu University of Martial Arts.

Qin Yan listened from the side, almost laughing out loud.

This Senior Sister was truly simple and cute sometimes.

How had Xiao Wangshu become colder?

It was clearly a breakthrough in realm; her aura was restrained, and her whole being was more in harmony with heaven and earth.

It was a sense of "unfathomable" depth, not that she had become colder.

However, Qin Yan naturally wouldn't point it out.

Hearing Lu Youyou's words, a very faint ripple appeared in Xiao Wangshu's cold eyes.

Like a lake surface under moonlight brushed by a gentle breeze.

But that fluctuation was fleeting; she only shook her head gently without explaining.