LRAB Chapter 55 Jiang Xidie
Chapter 55 Jiang Xidie
A life-or-death conspiracy was being quietly laid out, but Cai Fei was completely unaware.
Since his stunning battle with Chen Xuanbiao, Cai Fei has truly become famous, and he is enjoying the glory that comes with early fame.
People lined up to spar with Cai Fei, and Cai Fei took advantage of the situation, accepting all challenges, but the challenges had to be conducted in the illusion array adaptation zone, and the challengers had to pay for the illusion array—in this way, he could both cure his puppet maladaptation and hone his combat skills within the illusion array.
Soon, Cai Fei earned the nickname "Cai the One-Cut".
Because he can kill someone with just one move, dodging and waiting for an opening to deliver a fatal blow—slitting the throat, piercing the heart, or stabbing the anus.
In particular, Cai Feizhuan used the lowest methods against the top-ranking students, stabbing them repeatedly in the groin and anus.
For a time, the students in the top class felt depressed whenever they talked about Cai Fei. Anyone who had sparred with Cai Fei suffered from pain in their testicles, or—in their anus.
At the same time, in order to find information on divination techniques, the academy sent people to Wansongmen, which was thousands of miles away.
On a small hill, in a courtyard nestled among tall bamboo groves, a tall, fair-skinned girl was furrowing her beautiful brows.
"Mom, the elders have repeatedly warned us that this information must not be leaked..."
"Who said they needed your information? I was just giving them some pointers!"
The middle-aged female cultivator, whom she called "Mom," rudely interrupted her daughter, shoved a stack of documents into her hands, and tapped them a few times.
"These are the materials they brought. Take a look and see which ones are similar to what you're studying. Check the ones that are close in direction and cross them if they're far off. It's not unreasonable to do this, is it? It's just friends pointing out each other's work, it's not against the rules!"
"Aolai Academy? Remnants of the Seven Demons?..." The girl still hesitated.
"Aolai is the best place! That desolate wilderness, even if you give him the materials, he won't get many results! You need to nourish your body to reach the ninth level, and there are a few herbs that I simply can't afford. Drawing a few circles costs 10,000 spirit stones, enough to keep your mother busy for several months. Where else can you find such a good deal?"
Bathed in the autumn sunlight, one could see that the middle-aged woman had once been a great beauty—I say "once" because she now had obvious crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, deep nasolabial folds at the corners of her mouth, and a few wrinkles on her forehead.
The most disfiguring thing was that the woman's left ear had been cut off! Her long hair could have covered this flaw, but she had tied her hair up in a bun, making no attempt to hide the wound on her left cheek, which made her whole face look very strange.
"...Alright," seeing the middle-aged woman's haggard appearance, the girl didn't insist anymore, only saying with difficulty, "But I only took half a day off, and it will take some time to look through all this information..."
"You don't need to read it all at once. Just come back every five days and approve a few dozen pages each time. That should be enough for them." The middle-aged female cultivator spread out the documents and added, "Time is indeed a bit tight. I'll approve them too. Let me take a look at your documents first so I can familiarize myself with your thought process."
The girl hesitated for a moment, but finally took out her own information from her storage bag, handed it to her mother, and then sat down to carefully select the information from Aolai.
The middle-aged woman took her daughter's documents and sat down to look through them slowly. The afternoon sun shone through the bamboo forest into the small courtyard, and under the dappled light and shadow, the handwriting on the documents was clearly messy and illegible, which did not match the girl's beautiful and striking appearance at all.
Turning the page, the girl circled and commented, "The questions this teacher chose were quite good, but she didn't explain them thoroughly. For example, with this 'Spiritual Energy Dice Filling' question, if it were our teacher, she would definitely have explained all the dice from three to nine. She only explained five and six, which is rather superficial."
"Maybe they're afraid it'll be too difficult," the middle-aged woman replied slowly.
"I guess so. This question seems to be considered difficult for them, but it's just average for us..." The girl quickly turned to another page. "If I choose like this, I can finish quickly. Most of these questions are obvious at a glance, and I can only use about 20 or 30% of them at most."
"Can't it be used?" The middle-aged woman frowned.
"You can't use them. These are all questions she chose from past exam papers. According to our elders, this year's divination questions will be incredibly difficult, exceeding everyone's expectations, to the point that past experience will be useless. Look at these difficult questions in my materials."
As the girl spoke, she pointed to several questions: "Look, this one, and this one, and this one... those marked with question marks and exclamation marks are them. The exclamation marks are the ones I finally understood after reading them many times, and the question marks are the ones I still don't understand. Some of the questions I saw the teacher himself couldn't explain clearly, and I don't know what he was doing with them..."
"Is that so..." The middle-aged woman seemed to be thinking, staring at the questions and exclamation marks, and slowly turned the page.
The mother and daughter selected items and flipped through the pages; an hour passed quickly.
Just then, someone knocked on the door from the outside. Looking through the window, the family steward was waiting outside with an account book in his hand, presumably to reconcile the accounts at the end of the month.
"I've looked at most of them," the middle-aged woman patted her daughter's hand, pointed outside, "You go and make do with this. I'll pick a few questions here to try, and you can see if my choices are suitable later."
The girl responded, stood up, lifted the curtain, went out into the courtyard, sat down, opened the account book, and began to reconcile accounts with the steward.
Listening to the two people in the courtyard meticulously checking their accounts, the middle-aged woman calmly took a piece of white paper, picked out seven or eight questions marked with exclamation marks and question marks, changed their wording, copied them onto the paper, carefully put them into her Qiankun bag, and then picked up the stack of documents from Aolai and continued to slowly circle and mark them.
One Runyu Pill, plus twelve Dantian Nourishing Agents, can minimize the damage to the Dantian caused by breaking through the barrier.
However, these two doses of tonics cost 5 spirit stones. The Jiang family spends money everywhere, but she is the only one who earns money. It's good if she can save a few thousand a year. Even if she tries her best, it's difficult to conjure up another 5 spirit stones.
Asking for help is easy; countless people in this sect covet her beauty. 5 spirit stones would probably be easy to borrow if she asked. But unless in dire need, she doesn't want to get involved with any of the sect's favors.
She had originally planned to give up, but this sudden event gave her a glimmer of hope—10000 for helping to mark up some information. So, if she sent some information about Wansongmen over there, asking them to add a few tens of thousands more wouldn't be unreasonable.
However, identical information cannot be provided; if discovered, the sect will severely punish the perpetrators.
She had to spend time revising the materials, providing an example for each type of question so that the other person could apply the knowledge to other questions—if they couldn't even apply the knowledge to other questions, then she couldn't be blamed.
Of course, all of this had to be kept from his daughter. He could bear all the stains himself, and even if it was eventually discovered, his daughter would only be blamed for not noticing.
The accounting in the courtyard was almost finished. The Jiang family was small, and the monthly accounts were only a dozen pages long. The girl quickly confirmed that the accounts were correct. However, she glanced at her mother in the room and saw that she was working hard with a frown, so she looked through the accounts again.
She knows what her mother is going to do. Once her mother has made a decision, she can't stop her, nor does she want to. She can just pretend not to know.
After reading it twice and glancing at her mother's face in the room, sensing that she had relaxed, the girl finally took out a pen and carefully signed her name at the end of the account.
Jiang Xidie – a name that is gentle and evocative.
The signature was by no means sloppy. The handwriting was still not beautiful, but it was neat and clear, without any sloppiness. Although the pen was thin, every stroke was powerful and penetrating.