Chapter 113: Heavenly-Level Martial Art—Phantom Fist

Murong Yueyin’s maid was full of spirit and exceptionally beautiful, even surpassing Ouyang Yanran by a whole level. If the maid was this stunning, how much more so her mistress!

If it were the corpulent Gu, he would surely drool over this young beauty, Qiu Yue. However, Xin Lang possessed greater self-control than most and had no interest in young girls.

Xin Lang said, “If she wants to see me, she should come herself. I’m very busy and have no time.”

“You…” Qiu Yue placed her hands on her slender waist and said, “Our young lady fought a duel with Hu Qingqing for you and was seriously injured. Can’t you even go see her once?”

“She insisted on dueling Hu Qingqing herself. What does that have to do with me?” Xin Lang replied.

Before reaching the rank of Grandmaster, Xin Lang had shown some consideration for Murong Yueyin. Now that he had advanced to Grandmaster, he no longer feared her one bit. Moreover, compared to Murong Yueyin, Xin Lang leaned more toward Hu Qingqing. After all, Hu Qingqing was less scheming, and she had given Xin Lang a heavenly-grade martial technique when he needed it most, greatly improving his opinion of her.

“Hmph! Heartless and indifferent! How could our young lady ever fancy you!” Qiu Yue turned away in anger and left the dining hall.

“Fancy me? Ha… not a chance!” Xin Lang scoffed, not believing a word Qiu Yue said, and continued devouring his food.

“Boss, what are you going to do later? Still going to earn points?” Hong Jingang asked Xin Lang.

“Not yet. I need to go back and consolidate my realm first. You three go ahead and try to earn the silver-ranked student status as soon as possible,” Xin Lang said.

“Yes, boss!” Hong Jingang and the others replied in unison.

Xin Lang had already ascended to the rank of first-level Grandmaster. Thanks to the Heavenly Halberd, his daily energy conversion was several times that of an ordinary first-level Grandmaster. Yet, despite having the energy, he still lacked a heavenly-grade martial skill to use.

He had intended to learn a technique surreptitiously at the Gold Medal Arena, but his upgrade device only had 200 experience points. Learning a low-tier heavenly-grade technique cost 100 points, so with just 200 points, it was hard to acquire something truly useful.

“At least 300 points are needed. Even if I steal a low-tier heavenly-grade technique, I can upgrade it to a high-tier one,” Xin Lang thought.

After finishing his meal, Xin Lang planned to return to his dormitory to complete his daily tasks. Once he earned another 100 experience points, he would attempt to learn a heavenly-grade technique at the Gold Medal Arena.

Gu Pangzi, Qian Baidu, and Hong Jingang went to the Bronze Medal Arena to earn points, while Xin Lang headed back to his dorm.

Before reaching Male Dorm 2012, Xin Lang caught sight of a graceful figure pacing back and forth outside the room.

Recognizing the long, beautiful legs, Xin Lang thought, “Murong Yueyin! Huh, she actually came to me willingly!”

With the entrance blocked, Xin Lang had no choice but to turn back reluctantly.

Murong Yueyin’s face was pale and bloodless, showing signs of severe injury, just like Hu Qingqing, with damaged meridians.

“I really don’t understand what deep grudges these two have to risk their lives like this,” Xin Lang mused.

“Murong, it’s early in the morning. Why are you blocking my dormitory door?” Xin Lang asked.

“I’m here to help you clean your room!” Murong Yueyin replied.

“Uh… that sounds awfully similar to Hu Qingqing’s tone!” Xin Lang thought.

“Hu Qingqing can warm your bed for you; what’s wrong with me helping to clean your room?” Murong Yueyin said, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

Xin Lang wasn’t fooled. How could a rich young lady like her possibly clean his room? “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“I heard you gave Hu Qingqing a bottle of Sacred Grade Three healing medicine! I want one too! If she has it, I must have it!” Murong Yueyin reached out her delicate hand rather unceremoniously.

Xin Lang guessed that Hu Qingqing must have flaunted the Sacred Grade Three ‘Blue Silver Holy Dew’ to Murong Yueyin last night.

Xin Lang looked up at the sky disdainfully, “You want one too? On what grounds?”

“You insulted me in front of nearly a thousand academy students, calling me your forbidden treasure and ruining my reputation. Shouldn’t you compensate me?” Murong Yueyin said.

“I was just joking. No one would take it seriously! Look at the other two campus beauties; they didn’t take it to heart!” Xin Lang tried to reason.

“Hmph… I doubt that! I heard Shangguan Ningyu and Huangfu Huijing have been snooping around for information about you and might come knocking soon demanding compensation!” Murong Yueyin said slyly.

Xin Lang was hearing the names of the other two academy beauties for the first time. He had no impression of Shangguan Ningyu, but he had heard of Huangfu Huijing in his previous life.

Before Xin Lang’s rebirth, Huangfu Huijing was the first princess of the Daxia Dynasty and its most outstanding female martial artist. She had reached the pinnacle of Grandmaster at nineteen, her reputation even greater than the later “Diamond War God.” But she suddenly disappeared, and the royal family never mentioned her disappearance.

Rumors said she was executed for vying for the throne against the third prince, Huangfu Shaoqi. Others said a legendary immortal took her as an apprentice.

Based on Xin Lang’s current experience, the latter seemed more likely.

“A nineteen-year-old peak Grandmaster! By the timeline, Huangfu Huijing should be around eighteen now, meaning she’s almost reached the realm beyond Grandmaster! Damn, that girl really is even more formidable than me!” Xin Lang was shocked internally.

Despite his surprise, Xin Lang’s expression remained unchanged. He smiled and said, “Let them come. I’ll take them both down and have some fun with a double conquest!”

“Ptooey!” Murong Yueyin spat at him, then tossed a book at Xin Lang. “I have a heavenly-grade mid-tier martial technique here. Hu Qingqing exchanged a low-tier heavenly technique for a bottle of medicine. Shouldn’t my mid-tier technique also be worth a bottle?”

“Heh, why didn’t you say so earlier! I wasted so much breath!” Xin Lang said.

Since Xin Lang desperately needed heavenly-grade techniques, Murong Yueyin’s mid-tier technique, though not as timely as Hu Qingqing’s life-saving gift, solved his immediate problem.

Xin Lang took the Sacred Grade Three ‘Blue Silver Holy Dew’ from his upgrade device and handed it to Murong Yueyin. “This is a Sacred Grade Three potion. It can be exchanged for several heavenly-grade techniques. You’re taking advantage of me, you know?”

“Hmph, you called me your forbidden treasure yesterday. You’re the one taking advantage!” Murong Yueyin gripped the potion tightly.

She was unaware of the ambiguous undertones in her words.

After receiving Xin Lang’s potion, Murong Yueyin left happily, as if this bottle gave her the means to stand up to Hu Qingqing.

Xin Lang shook his head. “I really don’t understand what’s on these women’s minds.”

He pushed open his dorm room door and eagerly opened the “heavenly-grade mid-tier” martial technique Murong Yueyin had given him—a heavenly-grade technique called “Phantom Fist.”