No. 19 Bar.
Abyssal Black Eye, Eternal Burning Heart??
Zhang Fusheng was greatly intrigued and sincerely shook his head:
"I really don’t know about this, I don’t even know what a special physique is."
The bartender explained with a smile:
"It’s actually what we commonly refer to as the root bone, yes, it’s a part of the root bone, the most important part."
"Most people think that the root bone is about whether the ridians are smooth, or the efficiency of absorbing mysterious factors, but actually, these are just the most basic and ordinary aspects, I even think they can’t be considered as [root bone]."
He spoke eloquently:
"So people are born with special physiques, whether it’s in their eyes, certain organs, a particular bone, or even part of their blood, these special things possess peculiar and incredible abilities."
"Of course, special physiques aren’t entirely innate; they can be developed postnatally. For instance, cultivating a certain special Contemplation Technique to the Great Success level can often slowly acquire a special physique."
Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood, just like the first Form and Spirit after achieving Great Success in [Grim White Bone Observation], the Life Light Phase?
According to what Master said, once the bone generates light, it can slowly transform into [Dead Man’s Bone].
He sincerely said:
"I see, I’ve learned sothing new."
"You’re too kind." The bartender, nad Black Eye, looked at Chen Nuanyu: "Miss Chen is here to have a drink?"
"Yes."
Chen Nuanyu nodded slightly, her tone relaxing:
"With him, I’d like to have a private room, a secretive one."
"Understood."
The bartender snapped his fingers, and a server quietly approached, gesturing an invitation.
They walked to the second floor and entered a room that appeared quite ordinary, with a sofa, a coffee table, and dim lighting.
But the door was made of a whole piece of tal.
Zhang Fusheng reached out and knocked on the wall—it was also made of so kind of tal.
The server brought two cocktails and so desserts, and after leaving, gently closed the door, accompanied by the sound of it locking. The room was left with just the two of them.
"Sit."
In the dim light, Chen Nuanyu leaned back on the sofa, raised her glass, and said calmly:
"I still don’t know your na?"
"Zhang Fusheng." Zhang Fusheng plopped down and said with interest, "Classmate Chen, bringing here, is?"
Chen Nuanyu sipped the bright red drink, as red as her long hair, her gaze clear:
"The bartender earlier is a significant figure, this place is more like a special black market than a bar, or rather, an all-purpose agency."
"They offer every service imaginable, you can buy anything here, transport special items, human trafficking, hire assassins, and even corpse cleanup."
She spoke lightly, staring at Zhang Fusheng:
"I originally thought I wouldn’t see you or your father again... That matter, I need it to be absolutely confidential."
Zhang Fusheng ’oh’ed, curious, and asked:
"Classmate Chen plans to kill and silence here? Doesn’t seem that necessary, does it?"
Chen Nuanyu was expressionless:
"I did think about it, but I haven’t reached that point yet."
She put down her glass and scrutinized Zhang Fusheng:
"No. 19 Bar can also ’witness contracts’, later you and I will sign a confidentiality contract, of course, in exchange..."
After pondering for a mont, Chen Nuanyu calmly explained:
"I can transfer you to the Martial Arts departnt, apply to the school to grant you more than three months of resource allocation, and of course, at Jiang University, you have to listen to ."
"Listen to you?" Zhang Fusheng was intrigued: "In what way?"
Chen Nuanyu frowned, why was this young man’s reaction... so strange?
She spoke coldly:
"Jiang University is a university, but it’s more than just a university; the cultivation resources in the school are limited, you have to compete for them, the upper-year students have ’factions everywhere’, and the faction leaders get the best resources."
Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized:
"So, Classmate Chen also needs to join forces for strength, to be a faction leader? Does this make your first trusted subordinate?"
Chen Nuanyu was even more puzzled, but just responded with a nasal ’hmm’.
Zhang Fusheng smiled broadly:
"Actually, I’m more curious about what the Eternal Burning Heart is. By the way, I still have..."
The phone suddenly vibrated.
He nodded apologetically, answering the call.
"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, it’s , Zhou Quan... There was a misunderstanding yesterday, I want to apologize to you in person."
Listening to the voice on the phone, Zhang Fusheng smiled:
"I happen to want to find you, just co over directly, it’s a bar, No. 19 Bar, you should know where it is, how long will it take? Ten minutes? Okay, hurry up."
After hanging up, he said warmly:
"A friend."
Chen Nuanyu frowned:
"That bald guy?"
"No, no, the bald guy is my buddy, his na is Zhu Xiaoming, he’s a prospective student of the Martial Arts departnt."
Zhang Fusheng leaned on the sofa:
"Let’s wait for a while."
Chen Nuanyu’s brows furrowed more tightly, but she didn’t say anything, curious about what this peculiar guy was really up to.
She felt a bit of a headache.
Ti passed bit by bit.
The phone vibrated.
"Are you here? Tell Black Eye, we’re in the room Miss Chen just requested." Zhang Fusheng put down the phone and looked up at Chen Nuanyu across the coffee table.
But at so point, the red-haired girl was already sitting upright, staring intently at Zhang Fusheng like a hungry tiger about to pounce, her fierce killing intent locking onto him!
Zhang Fusheng remained calm as usual.
"How do you know the bartender’s na?" she asked coldly, her eyes locked onto the young man.
But the young man just smiled shyly:
"A chance encounter."
Suddenly, a sense of unease surged in Chen Nuanyu’s heart, the door was knocked, and the server’s polite inquiry was heard:
"Mr. Zhou has arrived, Miss Chen, shall I let him in?"
The server could call out the surna, indicating they were a regular here.
This thought flashed through Chen Nuanyu’s mind, and she responded:
"Yes, please."
The sound of unlocking was heard, the tal door opened, and a young man walked in with a big smile.
Chen Nuanyu glanced at him twice, hmm, didn’t recognize him.
The tal room door closed again, and the waiter left.
"Senior Brother Zhang."
Zhou Quan glanced at the red-haired girl on the corner sofa, a flash of amazent in his eyes before turning his gaze back to Zhang Fusheng, with a hint of flattery. He got straight to the point:
"What happened yesterday was really a misunderstanding. This is my apology gift; there’s fourteen million inside..."
Chen Nuanyu’s eyes widened.
How much??
Zhou Quan bent over, lowered his head, carefully holding out the bank card with both hands, and continued:
"An anonymous account... Most of the money earned is from the hall. This is all the cash I can mobilize in the short term."
Zhang Fusheng’s smile widened:
"Brother Zhou, you’re too kind. It was just a misunderstanding, so talking about apology gifts makes things seem too formal!"
As he spoke, he took the card and skillfully slipped it into his pocket, finally saying with a cheerful smile:
"Let introduce, this is my friend, Chen Nuanyu, she also got into Jiang University, and it seems she’s a ’Seed Level’ student?"
Zhou Quan was taken aback:
"Nice to et you."
A Seed Level student from Jiang University is indeed impressive, but more importantly, she’s a friend of Senior Brother Zhang.
"As for this person," Zhang Fusheng pointed at Zhou Quan: "He’s called Zhou Quan, from the Chai Gate Fire Hall, the son of Hall Master Zhou Xianmin."
Chen Nuanyu suddenly clenched her fist, barely suppressing her murderous intent.
"That’s enough."
Zhang Fusheng said with a cheerful smile:
"Old Zhou, you can go now. I’ll accept this gift, and the previous matters are written off."
"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang." Zhou Quan pushed open the door and left.
The room fell into a dead silence.
Zhang Fusheng ignored Chen Nuanyu, whose expression was extrely unpleasant, opened his phone and looked at a string of ssages from Zhu Xiaoming.
Zhu Xiaoming: Holy crap, Old Zhang, aweso!
Zhu Xiaoming: When did you beco friends with Chen the Great Genius? And such good relations too?
Zhu Xiaoming: This is going to be interesting. If Wang Cheng finds out, he’ll be furious! Haha, there’s going to be so fun to watch at the Jiang Banquet!
Wang Cheng, also a student from Lishu Middle School, was admitted to the Martial Arts departnt of Jiang University. Previously, he was a middle school classmate of Zhang Fusheng and Zhu Xiaoming,
but they parted ways in high school, as he joined the elite class—the sa one as Chen Nuanyu.
Since middle school, he didn’t really get along with Zhang Fusheng and Zhu Xiaoming.
After replying to a few ssages,
Zhang Fusheng put down his phone and looked at the red-haired girl.
Her expression had beco extrely cold:
"Who exactly are you?"
The murderous intent she was trying to suppress completely erupted, and a knife appeared in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere.
In the next instant.
Chen Nuanyu saw the young man extend his two fingers together and lightly tap on the coffee table.
The glass coffee table cracked.
He then clenched all five fingers into a fist and tapped on the cracked table a second ti.
’Bang!!’
The glass coffee table shattered into countless small, crystal-like fragnts, which exploded between the two like a mist!
The next mont, before the countless fragnt particles fell.
Through the fog-like fragnts, Chen Nuanyu saw the elegant youth flick his fist, causing a gust of wind that swept the fragnts into a ferocious tiger head, hovering beside the youth.
One second, two seconds.
By the third second, the gust faded, the tiger head disintegrated, and the fragnts rained down densely, scattering all over the floor.
The room fell into dead silence.
"Classmate Chen."
Zhang Fusheng said sincerely:
"You probably can’t silence , so let’s not tear things apart."
Chen Nuanyu’s eyelids twitched, her expression growing colder.
After a mont, she let go of the knife, allowing it to fall to the floor:
"Close to Fist Intent, it must be the Perfection of Tiger Roar Fist? Impressive."
The girl placed her hand over her own heart, staring at him, enunciating her words one by one:
"I can kill you within a hundred strikes."
"Really?"
Zhang Fusheng asked curiously:
"Is it because of that so-called... Eternal Burning Heart?"
After pausing for a mont,
he shook his head:
"Hmm, that’s not important. Actually, I’m more curious, Classmate Chen, why did you borrow so much money to buy a Spirit Potion? Is taking shortcuts for Pseudo Great Success... really necessary?"
Chen Nuanyu’s expression froze, and she suddenly stood up.
Zhang Fusheng said with a cheerful smile:
"Oh right, I forgot to ntion—Second Senior Sister handed your account over to , and I’m in charge now. If I’m not mistaken... there’s only four days overdue, right?"
Chen Nuanyu was stunned in place.
Silent for a while.
She stepped closer, causing Zhang Fusheng to suddenly beco vigilant, silently gathering strength, but in the next second.
The girl crouched in front of him, lowering her head, her exquisite, otherworldly face pointed down.
"Could you extend the deadline a bit?"
She trembled as she asked, with sweat trickling down her forehead, sliding off her flawless white cheeks, as if all her pride and dignity were utterly shattered by the words ’overdue’.
Zhang Fusheng remained silent.
So, what happens if it’s overdue?
What makes this girl, who dares to rob the Chai Gate and is so proud, fear to such an extent, even...
He watched the red-haired girl shift from crouching to kneeling.
Chen Nuanyu knelt in front of the young man, gently lifting her head. Her crystal-clear eyes were filled with terror.
"I beg you."
She said with difficulty.
Zhang Fusheng did not answer, extending his hand to gently touch the girl’s delicate face, pinching it slightly:
"First tell , why are you forcing yourself to take shortcuts?"
The girl’s tender face beca slightly flushed from the pinch.
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