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With just a slight movement of his body, his bones began to crackle, and every inch of muscle felt stiff as if they had been stretched after a long pause, highly inflexible.

He extended two fingers and pinched the leg of the desk, the whole metal leg deformed downward following the pressure of his fingers.

"Is this the body refining from \'Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat\'? Seems a bit strong..."

Fang Ren pinched his palm, talking to himself. He had not used any True Qi at all just now, it was entirely his physical strength that deformed the leg of the desk.

Since there were no classes this morning, he sat in this classroom and cultivated the \'Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat\' all morning. He had thought the increase in physical strength from the first layer of the technique would not be too significant, but the result was completely contrary to his expectation.

During these few days, he had not gone out of his way to intentionally enhance his Cultivation Realm, because as Qianye had said, advancing his realm too quickly would actually hinder his Asura Path and the cultivation of \'Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat\'. After all, the Cultivation Technique, the main path, and the Cultivation Level - these three things must progress together for the best effect.

If the Cultivation Level rose too fast, the other two aspects would be influenced by the insights gained at the higher realm, making it difficult to understand the elementary principles afterward.

Seeing that it was already time for lunch, Fang Ren prepared to leave the classroom and go to the dormitory to find those two sons of nobility. As he approached the staircase to go downstairs, he suddenly noticed that in a classroom by the stairwell, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the door was locked from the inside.

This piqued his curiosity, as the Students from Yangming University had specialized cultivation grounds and would not cultivate here. Only he, a medical student lacking a quiet place, would come here to find an empty classroom to cultivate.

But who else in the entire school did the same?

It was just a fleeting thought, and Fang Ren continued walking towards the staircase, but as he was about to go downstairs, a familiar voice came from inside the classroom in front of him.

"My dear sister Feng, I\'ve already stayed at the film crew for three days, and I\'ve rushed through a lot of my scenes. Please let me rest for a day or two."

As this voice entered his ears, Fang Ren turned his head, slightly stunned. It was Jian Qi\'er\'s voice. When had this girl come to the school?

Ever since the Fourth-order Space Beast appeared in the school that day, he hadn\'t seen that silly girl again and didn\'t know how she was injured.

Listening to the voice, Fang Ren walked quickly to the door of the classroom and pushed it open, saying directly, "Silly girl, where have you been these past days? I\'ve been practicing Alchemy, and you didn\'t come to help me..."

Whizz—Clang!

As he was speaking, suddenly a silver light flashed past his ear and embedded itself into the wall next to his shoulder.

Fang Ren was shocked, his gaze sweeping over the wall next to his shoulder, he saw a long sword emitting cold light stuck straight in the wall, its blade pointed at him.

"First Technique! Activate!"

Seeing this, Fang Ren instinctively began to channel True Qi, but before he could react, a shadow suddenly rushed in front of him and pulled the silver sword out from the wall.

Whizz—

Fang Ren felt a chill on his neck as the blade touched the flesh of his neck, vibrating continuously with a humming sound, as if it could behead him at any moment.

The person holding the sword was much higher in Realm than Fang Ren. He hadn\'t even started circulating his \'Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat\', and the other party was already capable of taking his life.

Fang Ren\'s gaze settled on the person holding the sword at his neck.

This person was a female student, with black hair that draped past her waist, and her face was incredibly beautiful, especially her pair of eyes, which were as clear as autumn water. However, at this moment, those eyes were filled with coldness and anger, exerting an oppressive chill.

The girl\'s brows were tightly furrowed, and the long sword in her hand didn\'t fall.

She wore a black uniform from Yangming University on her upper body, and below... only white safety shorts combined with flesh-colored stockings.

Looking at the backpack and few articles of clothing at the back of the classroom, this girl was evidently in the midst of changing clothes, but before she could finish dressing, Fang Ren had barged in.

This person was clearly not Jian Qi\'er. Jian Qi\'er\'s hair often covered more than half of her face, and as a nearsighted person, she wore old-fashioned glasses daily. She could not make eye contact for more than three seconds without blushing, was extremely fond of fidgeting with the hem of her skirt... in no way to be considered the same person.

More importantly, Jian Qi\'er was an ordinary person, not a Cultivator, and the woman in front of him was far too strong, almost decapitating him in an instant.

"Don\'t you know to knock before entering?"

Before Fang Ren could respond, the expression of anger on the face of the sword-wielding girl faded, replaced by a mix of helplessness and confusion. She sighed and said.

Clang—

The girl suddenly put away the long sword and turned to walk towards the back row of the classroom.

Fang Ren immediately averted his gaze from her, speaking awkwardly, "I thought it was someone I knew by the voice, that\'s why I came in directly, sorry."

"If you had come in just a bit earlier, I guess you would have seen me in just my underwear."

The girl said this as she picked up a black pleated skirt from the table behind her, putting it on while speaking in a tone that was both displeased and casual.

"Sorry, I\'ll leave right now," Fang Ren said, turning to leave the classroom.

He really hadn\'t expected to come across two people with such similar voices in the same school.

As the girl fastened the buttons of her pleated skirt and tidied up her hair, she looked at him and said, "Don\'t go, I have something to tell you. It\'s convenient since there\'s nobody else here."

"You have something to tell me? We don\'t seem to know each other, do we?" Fang Ren asked.

"Just wait a second."

As she spoke, the girl reached out, picked up a pair of old-fashioned glasses from the adjacent table, casually put them on, and then tousled her hair forward to partly cover her face.

She slightly bowed her head, her hands pinching the skirt\'s hem, looking both shy and nervous, and spoke softly, "Fang, do you recognize me now?"

"Dummy girl!?"

Fang Ren was suddenly dumbfounded – he didn\'t recognize the girl just now, but he definitely recognized this one in front of him.

Just moments ago, she was a cold girl wielding a sword, but with just a simple adjustment, she transformed into a shy, silly girl. The gap was too big.

"What dummy girl, I\'m not stupid," Jian Qi\'er said, her face losing its shy expression in an instant as she gave him a forceful glare.

Then she took off the glasses from her face, combed her hair back to reveal a very pretty face, and her tone turned somewhat cold as she said, "I never intended to reveal this side of myself in front of any student from the school, but there are some things I want to talk to you about, so I will be honest about my identity."

Fang Ren was still a bit dazed: "The way you switch roles so naturally... it\'s a bit much..."

She had just appeared shy and adorably silly, but now she had suddenly become serious and cold.

"Of course, as a qualified actor, isn\'t improvisation a basic skill I must have?"

Jian Qi\'er said sitting on a neighboring desk, casually crossing her legs. Her fine legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings were quite tempting.

But in Fang Ren\'s eyes, there was not a single improper thought. He just saw Jian Qi\'er as a naïve and silly little sister.

"An actor now?" Fang Ren was startled.

Jian Qi\'er blinked, paused for a while, and then asked, "Don\'t you have any thoughts when you look at my face?"

Fang Ren scanned her from head to toe and replied, "What thoughts could I have? I have no thoughts about you whatsoever."

"You misunderstood me," Jian Qi\'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "I mean, don\'t you find my face very familiar?"

"Familiar?" Fang Ren paused, "You don\'t look like the same person at all."

Jian Qi\'er frowned, blinked at him in disbelief, and paused for several seconds before taking out a small makeup mirror from her purse to look at her face.

Then her expression became even stranger as she put down the mirror and incredulously said to Fang Ren, "When did my fame become so insignificant?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Jian Ye, have you heard of this name before?"

"Seems like... no impression," Fang Ren said after a moment of thought.

"Don\'t you ever go online?" Jian Qi\'er asked.

"I\'m online often. I quite like reading top news stories."

"And you don\'t know who Jian Ye is?"

"Why should I necessarily know who Jian Ye is?" Fang Ren said, exasperated, "Don\'t tell me you\'re trying to say that actually, your real identity is a minor internet celebrity or star?"

Jian Qi\'er held her forehead, once again showing an expression of existential doubt. A guy who regularly follows the news headlines didn\'t know who Jian Ye was... Was he even normal? Or could it be that her popularity wasn\'t as high as she thought?

"Forget it, let\'s not talk about this. My stage name is Jian Ye, and please don\'t tell anyone else," Jian Qi\'er said. "Let\'s talk about the issue of Cultivation now."

"Now that you mention it, I\'ve been meaning to ask," Fang Ren said, settling down onto a nearby desk, "You have a high Cultivation Realm, but how on earth did you manage to go three years without being discovered by anyone at school?"

"I want to ask you the same, how did you manage to conceal your True Qi?" Jian Qi\'er asked earnestly.

"But I asked you first, you tell me."

"No, you first."