Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Wanwan (3rd update)

Don’t attempt to fight it head-on.

The sentence echoed in the control room, highlighting Yang Jinhua’s exasperated mood.

The second challenge is the Flying Sword Array.

This time, Yang Jinhua smartened up and displayed all the information about the requirements, rules, and content of the challenge on the LCD screen in the Celestial Profound Cultivation Room.

He was truly afraid that this kid would charge into the sword array without thinking.

“So, you just need to endure for twelve hours to meet the passing criteria. The second challenge mainly focuses on dodging, finding weaknesses in the sword array, and training one’s identity?”

Baiyu carefully read the information on the screen.

Although enduring for just twelve hours was enough to meet the passing criteria, clearly, the longer one persisted, the more they would gain, and those aspiring to rank higher were no exception.

“But speaking of which, after enduring twelve hours in the first challenge, there was no exit. Damn it, is that old guy secretly messing with me?”

Baiyu had a dark expression.

Back then, the Mechanical Warriors swarmed in like a hive of bees, not giving him any time to rest and think.

Where was it written that enduring twelve hours would allow you to pass?

“Aren’t you going to rest?”

In the control room, Yang Jinhua noticed the still-energetic Baiyu and communicated through the speakers in the Celestial Profound Cultivation Room.

Baiyu shook his head: “Why rest? As a cultivator, what do I fear…”

The sentence was left unfinished.

An overwhelming, irresistible drowsiness swept over his mind like a flood, instantly drowning his consciousness.

The Ice Skin Jade Bone Skill, the continuous ability of Fat Otaku Cultivation, had persisted for thirty-six hours.

The irresistible sleepiness struck like a wild beast.

Baiyu forced himself to remain awake, stumbling to the sofa in the rest area next to the second challenge entrance. As soon as he laid his head down, he fell into a deep sleep.

The master and disciple in the control room looked at each other.

What kind of sleep quality is this?

“Gan Yuhan has already entered the second challenge. She only lasted twenty-three hours in the first challenge, but that’s still pretty good.” Yang Jinhua looked at another screen, “Your new friend is working hard, but her talent is only above average. It’s estimated that she won’t be able to gather Martial Intent in the Celestial Profound Cultivation Room. I also sense something peculiar about her.”

“What’s peculiar?” Jiang Xi asked curiously.

“Nothing.”

Yang Jinhua glanced at Gan Yuhan again, feeling somewhat convinced that this girl might be a Sub-human.

Sub-humans can’t cultivate.

This is an clearly stated regulation in the East Prosperity Imperial.

In fact, it’s not just the East Prosperity Imperial.

In many other countries, Sub-humans also don’t have the right to study or cultivate. Only a few special countries allow Sub-humans to cultivate.

However, even though the East Prosperity Imperial prohibits it by law.

There are still many Sub-humans who secretly study Mysticism and cultivate Ancient Martial Arts.

Most of these Sub-humans belong to the royal families within the Sub-human Race, possessing enough connections and resources to cultivate in secret. Often, the East Prosperity Imperial just turns a blind eye.

After all, Sub-humans are now dependent on the situation.

These royals hold significant prestige within the Sub-human Race, and appeasing them helps consolidate the entire group.

“To conceal themselves so well, with not a trace of beastification visible, they must have quite an esteemed lineage within the Sub-humans. Forget it, these old bones of mine don’t have the energy to deal with such matters.” Yang Jinhua instinctively sensed the trouble lurking behind this situation.

There are numerous troublesome matters in the world.

But most troubles often involve women.

A Tier Nine Martial Artist can’t stir up too much trouble.

His attention was quickly captured by the girl in blue.

This genius from Kyoto had already passed through and broken the Small Void Sword Array of the second challenge, advancing to the third.

Each time one passes a stage, there is time allotted for rest.

This rest doesn’t count towards the challenge time; how long one rests is entirely up to their volition, even sleeping for several days and nights has no consequence.

Every stage is essentially about exhausting the body and releasing its full potential.

Yet those proud, talented students typically try to minimize their rest time to dive into the challenges more quickly.

The girl in blue didn’t rest by sleeping; instead, she sat cross-legged, pulled out food she had packed, and silently chewed mouthful by mouthful.

Jiang Xi in the control room was drooling.

After she finished eating, she took out two white medicinal pills, swallowed them with warm water, and then sat back down to rest with her eyes closed.

“Specialized in a Breathing Technique paired with diet and medicinal substances to quickly restore energy outside of combat. It seems she’s not an ordinary genius even in Kyoto; one would say… special admissions are terrifyingly capable.”

Yang Jinhua glanced at her citizen ID.

Her name was “Wanwan.”

This naming format is usually ABB, like Zhang San San, Li Si Si–sounds adorable just hearing it.

But she’s gone in the opposite direction, emphasizing a unique style.

Indeed.

If Baiyu were here, he would surely analyze more of the relationship between A and B from Wanwan the lady in blue’s physique.

…

As Yang Jinhua and Jiang Xi took turns monitoring the situation in the Celestial Profound Cultivation Room, a large group of people arrived outside Golden Rainbow Academy.

If not for the “Anomaly Bureau” insignia on their clothing, the students would have thought they were there to cause trouble.

Lin Shan led them.

Due to the recent events with the Spirit Realm passage, the Anomaly Bureau chief, most teachers from Linjiang, Pang Fei from the Armed Department, and his subordinates were fending off Exotic Beasts outside the city and controlling the passage exit.

Lin Shan searched all over.

In Linjiang City, only Tang Xiaoyu, the Priest, remained as she was recuperating from injuries sustained two days ago.

Allen’s betrayal brought the Church of Steam and the God of Mechanics’ Sinking Iron Church to the forefront in Linjiang.

As the leader of the enforcement team at Sinking Iron Church, his betrayal had significantly impacted morale throughout Linjiang City.

Fortunately, Pang Fei managed to suppress the issue.

Otherwise, it would have sparked public outcry, plunging Linjiang City into panic.

Tang Xiaoyu’s position was now quite awkward.

In her last attempt, she intended to handle the traitor in combat as a sign of determination. However, her raw strength fell short, and even with the Church’s Sealing Object, she couldn’t defeat Allen, instead getting injured in the Seventh Mine.

“Priest, if Baiyu were involved in this event, its resolution would be twice as effective.”

“Those white fogs affect the negative emotions within people’s hearts. If we can’t handle that, eliminating the tentacles will be very difficult.”

Lin Shan suggested once again to Tang Xiaoyu.

This event could only be attended by the Extraordinary; ordinary people would fall into a stupor upon entering the white fog, becoming burdensome.

“I’ll try my best to get him to assist.”

Tang Xiaoyu had already made up her mind.

If this matter could be resolved, at the very least, it would mitigate the negative impact Allen had on the Sinking Iron Church in Linjiang’s upper circles.

Only success will be allowed; failure is not an option.

All available power must be utilized.

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