117: Chapter 117 My Little Seventh Senior Sister

However, Chen Mo was completely unaware of what had just happened; he was currently standing in front of a glass curtain wall, watching Xueni, who was meditating inside with her eyes closed.

"Master, are you sure this thing won't stop my little sister from growing taller?"

Chen Mo scratched his head. It was a super-high-pressure Qi-blood chamber, an experimental product from the research institute.

It extracted pure Qi-blood from specialized medicinal liquid, and after pressurizing it inside the chamber, it could accelerate the growth of Qi-blood.

Anyone below the level of a Rank 7 Grandmaster could use this, and the results were quite good.

As for why it hadn't been widely promoted, the reason was naturally very simple.

Besides the extremely high construction cost, the amount of medicinal liquid consumed increased exponentially as the rank of the martial artist using it increased.

Ninety-nine percent of people couldn't afford this thing; it was more cost-effective to just take a gulp of the specialized medicinal liquid directly than to use this device.

However, National Martial Arts University was different; this place was wealthy and powerful, pursuing only the speed of Qi-blood growth.

"Why do I feel like you're more of an old fogey than I am?"

Ouyang Qingfeng glanced at Chen Mo. What era was this? Yet he still firmly believed that height could be affected by less than two hours of cultivation.

"Besides, why would a young lady need to grow that tall?"

"Don't even get me started on me. Nowadays, the taller a girl is, the more popular she is. Do you even know what a long-legged mature beauty is?"

Chen Mo muttered, and Ouyang Qingfeng didn't continue to pay him any mind.

"You can try it in a while, too."

"However, given your current physical strength, the pressure for a normal Rank 2 or even Rank 3 Martial Artist wouldn't be enough. You'll probably need the pressure for a 5th-rank Martial Artist."

"Our university's regular students get one free usage opportunity per month, and you have two."

"For the rest, you need to complete missions to earn credits and use those credits to exchange for usage opportunities."

"Each session is limited to two hours, but there's no limit on the consumption of medicinal liquid. How much you improve depends entirely on your absorption speed."

Chen Mo frowned. He remembered he still had some acceleration cards he hadn't used yet, right?

Could these acceleration cards be used in conjunction with the high-pressure Qi-blood chamber?

Come to think of it, how long were the two new acceleration cards he had just obtained?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo opened his system inventory to take a look.

Unlike the previous 24-hour 2.5x acceleration cards, these two were both 12-hour acceleration cards.

How should he put it...

Even if the free time for the high-pressure Qi-blood chamber was four hours, he would still waste a full eight hours of the acceleration card's duration.

"Master, if that's the case, can I stay in the high-pressure Qi-blood chamber for twelve hours at once?"

As soon as he said this, Ouyang Qingfeng immediately looked at Chen Mo with a strange expression.

"You kid... do you really not know how unbearable this thing is?"

"Don't be fooled by Xueni's calm expression; in reality, the feeling inside isn't comfortable at all. You could even say it's somewhat painful."

"Twelve consecutive hours of torment—aren't you afraid of your mind breaking down?"

Chen Mo scratched his face and nodded after a moment of thought.

"I don't think that'll be a problem."

"I can already sense and use mental energy now, so it should be fine, right?"

Ouyang Qingfeng slapped his own forehead in sudden realization.

"That's right, you kid can already use extraordinary arts now; your mental energy is far stronger than other martial artists at the same rank."

"What, do you want to use up two months of time in advance?"

"Or are you planning to go out and complete a mission to save up credits to exchange for time?"

But for a long while, Chen Mo didn't speak, only looking at Ouyang Qingfeng with a strange expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Even Ouyang Qingfeng, a Rank 9 Martial Saint, felt creeped out by Chen Mo's gaze and couldn't help but touch his own face.

"So you can actually do that?"

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, feeling that it actually seemed feasible.

The four hours for this month, plus the four hours for next month and the month after, added together would be exactly twelve hours.

If the results were good, he could completely earn credits to exchange for more usage time.

And there was the simulation chamber. National Martial Arts University had too many good things; with empty hands, he could only watch and drool.

"Nonsense, others definitely can't do that."

Ouyang Qingfeng had thought Chen Mo was going to say something shocking, so he kicked him in the butt.

"But your master is the principal of National Martial Arts University; I can still help you with such conveniences within the rules."

"Otherwise, why did you become my disciple? Just for the vague title of a Martial Saint's disciple?"

"Then the simulation chamber..."

"You can use that thing for six hours every month; it consumes much less than the high-pressure Qi-blood chamber."

"Don't be too greedy either. There are plenty of good things in the university; you'll know what's what once you experience them one by one later."

"Whether it's the high-pressure body-forging chamber or the high-pressure Qi-blood chamber, they are of great benefit to you at this stage."

After listening to Ouyang Qingfeng, Chen Mo was even more filled with anticipation for his future life.

"Wait, this should be the time for the tactical class. Are you skipping class on your first day?"

Seeming to have noticed something, Ouyang Qingfeng turned his head abruptly and stared fixedly at Chen Mo.

"I don't understand that tactical class stuff anyway."

Chen Mo gave an awkward smile. Skipping class on the first day of school was indeed not appropriate.

"Besides, my role in the team is the weapon specifically used for breakthrough attacks. Tactical thinking, tactical considerations, and such should just be left to Su Qingyue."

"Her True Sight Eye is much better than my brain..."

Ouyang Qingfeng looked Chen Mo up and down; he surprisingly felt that what this kid said made some sense.

"If you don't have enough credits at the end of the term, don't blame me for keeping you in the academy alone to make up for the classes."

"Everyone else will be going home for the New Year, so you might as well prepare to stay in the academy and keep us old fogeys company."

Chen Mo didn't say a word. Going home for the New Year was already deeply rooted in the underlying logic of the vast majority of Daxia people; not going home for the New Year was absolutely out of the question.

Unless they encountered some force majeure, nothing could stop Daxia people from going home for the New Year.

Hiss!

A pungent medicinal smell wafted over as the pressure in the high-pressure Qi-blood chamber was suddenly released.

Xueni's previously furrowed brows relaxed, and after resting for a while, she opened her eyes.

When she saw the figure standing outside the glass curtain wall, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Immediately following that was the cry of a phoenix, and the little girl rushed out of the high-pressure Qi-blood chamber and threw herself onto Chen Mo.

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, Brother Mo!"

"I missed you so much!"

Xueni hung onto Chen Mo's entire body. A petite loli paired with a giant nearly three meters tall—this scene looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

"It really is you, Brother Mo!"

"Master really didn't lie to me; he told me you would be enrolling in a while."

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, Brother Mo, I'm a First-Grade Martial Artist now, and my talent has fully awakened too."

"Master and the principal grandpas all said I'm a genius. Now I can help Brother Mo too!"

In Ouyang Qingfeng's original impression, Xueni was usually reticent and didn't like to talk.

But in front of Chen Mo, this girl completely unleashed her nature; she was just short of hugging Chen Mo's neck and spinning around on him.

"Not bad, not bad, Xueni is amazing!"

Chen Mo gently patted Xueni's little head, his eyes full of doting affection.

"However, I might have to call you Little Senior Sister from now on."

Xueni rode on Chen Mo's neck, her whole body sprawled on top of Chen Mo's head.

"What?"

"You didn't know, right? I'm also Master's last disciple now."

"My Little Seventh Senior Sister."

Chen Mo teased Xueni on his head, and the little girl's face, which had been extremely excited, instantly fell.

"No, no, Brother Mo is always Brother Mo, I'm the little sister!"

Ouyang Qingfeng had never seen Xueni act spoiled before, but in just this short moment, he witnessed what Xueni was like when she acted spoiled.

"Alright, alright, let's just use our own ways of addressing each other. You're still my Xueni, and I'm still your Brother Mo."

Chen Mo had only intended to tease the girl; he didn't actually care at all about these empty titles.