Freeloader

“Teacher Song, is it not done yet? I’m about to collapse from exhaustion.”

Su Wanrou spoke weakly.

She really couldn’t understand—was it necessary to study something as trivial as a First-Pattern Battle Qi the entire night?

If not for the fear of exposing her reincarnation, she would have long since laid everything bare—how to obtain Battle Qi, how to advance it, how to use it.

“Rourou, are you tired?”

Song Yuxin turned her head, pupils sparkling with excitement over Battle Qi.

“How can you possibly sleep at a time like this? This is a completely new power, different from the Origin Qi cultivation system!”

“We’re pioneers of a new era!”

“Don’t you feel the slightest sense of accomplishment?”

“No.”

Su Wanrou rolled her eyes and pouted.

“Right now, I just want to sleep.”

“You truly disappoint your teacher! Today, I must uphold justice—even if it means disciplining my own student!”

Su Wanrou put on a look like a pig unafraid of boiling water, which only made Song Yuxin angrier.

She couldn’t understand it.

Her senior disciple, Xiao Yu’er, was so outstanding—intelligent, diligent, and motivated.

And yet her second disciple, Su Wanrou, was this lazy. Hopelessly so.

Worse still, Su Wanrou had ridiculously exceptional talent.

Song Yuxin’s eyes narrowed.

She took several swift steps to Su Wanrou’s side.

With one long arm, she grabbed her wrist and gave a slight tug, pulling her entire body forward.

“Ahhh—murder! Murder!!!”

Su Wanrou shrieked as her body lost control and toppled toward Song Yuxin.

Thanks to her advanced martial strength, Song Yuxin stood firm.

She smoothly caught Su Wanrou by the waist with her other hand.

Then, using the strength in her waist, she gently hoisted Su Wanrou upward, carefully laying her flat across her own lap.

Su Wanrou’s hair was disheveled.

She struggled to sit up, but Song Yuxin’s strong arm held her firmly in place.

Song Yuxin’s eyes narrowed.

She slowly raised her palm, fingers clenching and loosening.

Her knuckles turned pale from the force.

Then she suddenly lifted her hand—clearly about to slap it down hard on the graceful curve of the girl’s backside.

“Teacher, please stop!”

Xiao Yu’er flashed forward and grabbed Song Yuxin’s wrist.

“Xiao Rou didn’t mean to offend. She’s still young. We can’t be too strict with her.”

“Y-yeah, Teacher!”

Seeing the situation turn critical, Su Wanrou instantly launched into a performance worthy of a seasoned actress.

“I—I’m just a child. Staying up all night is too cruel for an adorable young girl like me.”

As she spoke, glimmering tears welled up at the corners of her beautiful eyes.

They rolled down her fair cheeks like strings of broken pearls.

With a soft plop, they landed on Song Yuxin’s black stockings, then slid silently down.

Song Yuxin: …

So now I’m the bad guy?

Truly a misfortune for the sect!

Her two students were teaming up to rebel against their teacher.

What a disgrace to the sect.

“Alright, alright, I give up.”

Song Yuxin stood up and pulled two vials of second-tier Spirit Source Liquid from her robe, handing them to the girls.

“This is second-tier Spirit Source Liquid. It will greatly enhance your mental strength. Do one more round of Battle Qi study, then you may rest.”

Su Wanrou took advantage of the shift.

She twisted lightly out of Song Yuxin’s arms, downed the vial in one gulp, and her lively eyes curved like crescent moons.

She flashed a sweet smile and playfully stuck out her tongue at her teacher.

Song Yuxin’s gaze shifted to her senior disciple.

She noticed Xiao Yu’er still hadn’t drunk hers and asked curiously:

“What’s wrong? Can’t bear to use it?”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to save it for your brother?”

“This is second-tier Spirit Source Liquid. To absorb it, one’s physical fitness must be at least Level 15.0.”

“Other than prodigies like Rourou, virtually all martial artists need to reach Level 15.0 before it’s safe to take.”

“If I recall, your younger brother hasn’t even become an entry-level martial artist yet, has he?”

Xiao Yu’er nodded and spoke softly.

“Master, could I exchange this for some first-tier resources… for my brother?”

“Ah! Sister Xiao, are you a ‘Brother-simp’?”

Su Wanrou sighed helplessly.

She vaguely remembered Xiao Yu’er’s younger brother.

A total good-for-nothing who relied on his talented sister to act like a tyrant.

Worse still, that useless brother never seemed grateful.

He only ever yelled at or hit her.

Su Wanrou even suspected that brat had cast some kind of mind control on Xiao Yu’er.

In her previous life, Xiao Yu’er’s talent far surpassed her own.

But because she constantly supported that waste of a brother, she missed countless opportunities.

She missed the golden period of cultivation and failed to enter the Taiyuan Star Domain during the alien invasion.

Song Yuxin glared at her second disciple.

Then she turned to Xiao Yu’er, speaking with disappointment.

“Enough. Just drink it.”

“I’ll give you some first-tier resources later to take home.”

“Xiao Yu’er, you can’t always put your brother first. You need to think about yourself too.”

“If you truly want to protect him, then you should train even harder.”

“Only by becoming stronger yourself can you truly protect your brother.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Xiao Yu’er nodded and drank the Spirit Source Liquid in one gulp.

【Xiao Yu’er misses you. Reputation Value +500】

【The Reincarnated Empress finds you speechless. She thinks you’re mooching off your sister. Reputation Value +1000】

【The High-Level Martial Artist finds you frustrating. Thinks you’re just a pretty boy living off your sister. Reputation Value +1300】

Shen Tianling: ????

Wasn’t he at the Star-Picking Martial Hall?

When did he become a freeloader?

And what’s with this “Reincarnated Empress” all of a sudden?

She was curious about me yesterday, and now she thinks I’m a leech?

“Mr. Shen Tianling, are you alright?”

The middle-aged man beside him noticed his dazed expression and offered warm reassurance.

“No need to feel anxious. Retesting your Spiritual Talent is just like the initial awakening.”

“I was once misdiagnosed too, but after retesting, my result still came back as A-rank.”

“Just relax. You’re personally chosen by the Hall Master. Nothing will go wrong.”

“Mm. Thank you, Warrior.”

Shen Tianling clasped his fists respectfully.

“No need for that.”

The man patted Shen Tianling’s shoulder with a smile.

“My name is Yang Sanjin. Just call me Brother Yang.”

【Second-Tier Martial Artist Yang Sanjin admires you. Thinks you’re sensible. Reputation Value +500】

Second-tier martial artist?

If Shen Tianling remembered correctly, reaching the second tier required a physical fitness level of 20.0.

At that level, a single punch could bring down an entire building.

And now someone like that was standing right in front of him.

“Alright, Brother Yang.”

Shen Tianling walked over to a large white machine based on memory.

He stepped into the device, and its door immediately closed above him.

Multiple scanning beams swept across his body, analyzing every inch without a blind spot.

Moments later.

A soft beeping sounded, followed by a mechanical voice as a large display lit up before him.

【Test Subject】: Shen Tianling

【Race】: Human

【Spiritual Talent】: S-rank · Strength Amplification

【Physical Fitness】: Level 4.3

【Mental Strength】: Level 16.0

【Test Results】: Human. S-rank Spiritual Talent · Strength Amplification. Physical Fitness increasing slowly. Mental Strength Talent abnormal (Result sealed).

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