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Chapter 95: Immersive Cultivation

Seeing Ashura tremble with excitement as though he had found a priceless treasure, Ella felt both annoyed and amused.

She recalled how, after class, this fellow had pestered her for ages to ask Grandpa Aiwei for the Yellow-Tier Martial Technique he had been promised.

Ella remembered the look of unwilling resentment in her grandfather’s eyes when he learned she had come to collect the Yellow-Tier Martial Technique for Ashura.

Grandpa seemed to have noticed something, and her little boyfriend must have sensed it too, otherwise he would not have sent her to ask for the manual!

At that thought Ella’s pretty face flushed, and she reached out to tug the still-ecstatic Ashura.

Ashura could not wait to study the Yellow-Tier Martial Technique, so when Ella interrupted him he stared blankly at the captivating woman before him.

Ella cleared her throat and said, “I got the martial technique for you, don’t you have something to say to me?”

Ashura finally reacted and blurted, “Thanks! I’ll treat you to dinner sometime!” then tried to dash back to the dorm, for the manual in his hands fascinated him far more than the beauty in front of him.

Ella, irritated, grabbed his arm and refused to let go, threatening to have her grandfather take the manual back if he did not give her a satisfactory answer.

Ashura had no choice; he sighed softly, saw that no one was around, and spent quite some time coaxing Ella with both words and gestures until her face turned crimson and her alluring lips looked like dewy petals.

Ella only remembered Ashura praising her beauty and promising to accompany her properly in two days, and when she came back to herself his figure had already vanished.

She stamped her foot in vexation, and the moment she recalled how lost in him she had just been, she covered her burning cheeks with both hands.

Her little boyfriend truly made her addicted; this must be what love felt like, she thought as she skipped back to her own dorm.

As for Ashura, he seemed to use a wind-chasing movement technique, streaking back to the dorm like a gust and telling eldest brother Jin Ze, who was sipping tea in the lounge, “Don’t bother me, I’ll be busy for a while!”

Before Jin Ze could reply, the door to his room slammed shut.

Jin Ze downstairs was bewildered; as the future head of Jinli Lai Trading Company and a man who prided himself on reading people, he found the third brother in the dorm harder and harder to understand.

Yet he vaguely felt that this third brother was anything but ordinary; though born seemingly common and usually low-key, every deed he did shook the academy.

Some feats others still did not know were his, but as a roommate who spent every day with him, Jin Ze could guess that the impulsive third brother was behind them.

In particular, news had come from the family store in Puro City that a youth carrying his identity token had sold a large number of beast corpses and materials there.

It must have been done during Ashura’s disappearance from the academy, and Jin Ze had never heard of any other freshman daring to enter the Beast Forest alone to hunt beasts.

Jin Ze lifted his teacup and sighed deeply, and before he could sort out the third brother’s many peculiarities, the upstairs door banged open and Ashura rushed out again, leaving Jin Ze in chaotic confusion.

Ashura, who had dashed out madly, had skimmed through the manual and found that little of its mystic intent remained, so he hurried to the academy’s private training rooms to practice it.

The mystic intent refers to the insights an unrivaled master infused into the technique after perfecting it, allowing later inheritors to grasp its essence more quickly.

Such intent diminished every time the manual was used, and a Yellow-Tier Martial Technique had rarely been passed down.

Of course, once you mastered the technique you could pass it on, but the mystic intent would then be replaced by your own comprehension.

Ashura spent 50 credits to rent a private training room for 10 days; normally frugal, he felt no pain this time and plunged eagerly into cultivating the Z-Slash.

While Ashura immersed himself in the Yellow-Tier Martial Technique, Clara in Magic Class 13 eyed the empty seat beside her and pouted unhappily.

Instructor Ella, who came in to teach, also frowned at that seat; the scoundrel had promised to keep her company, yet now he had vanished.

The training field was filled with wails as Class 7’s Lan Yu and Class 8’s Magina, for some unknown reason in foul moods, asked the instructor to spar with all the male students.

All the boys were stunned by the news, wondering what sins from a past life had provoked these two.

As the men from both classes staggered back to their dorms supporting one another, a heavy mood hung over them until someone muttered, “If only Ashura were here, we could leave the sparring to him.”

The surroundings fell silent; the speaker froze under the boys’ burning gazes, and after a brief pause everyone began shouting, trying to find out where Ashura’s dorm was.

When they finally located Dormitory 138, the boys pounded wildly on the door and shouted Ashura’s name.

Inside, Jin Ze, Arthur, and Angelo were shocked; they feared the lakeside grove incident had been exposed and pressed against the door without daring to make a sound.

Only after they heard the babble of questions outside did they realize the boys wanted Ashura to be a sparring partner for their female classmates, leaving the trio staring at one another in confusion.

Jin Ze could only call weakly through the door, “Ashura hasn’t been in the dorm for two days; we have no idea where he went.”

The crowd still refused to leave, and someone even shouted that he was willing to pay Academy Points for Ashura’s whereabouts, making fourth brother Angelo’s eyes sparkle.

The trio did not dare let them in for fear they would demolish the place, and only after repeated assurances did the male students disperse, cursing as they went.

“Did third brother stir up trouble again?” Arthur asked gravely.

Fourth brother Angelo shook his head; with his information network he had heard no sensational news at the academy, and the three exchanged wry smiles.

In a training room somewhere on campus, the bare-chested Ashura suddenly lunged forward and in a flash swung his Twin Swords to release a Z-shaped blade flare that carved deep gouges into the supposedly indestructible wall.

Seeing the marks, Ashura, who had not left the room for 10 days, chuckled and knew he had finally reached the proficient stage of the Z-Slash.

Catching the faint odor of sweat on his body, he grimaced, sheathed the Twin Swords, and strode out of the training room.

When he returned to the dorm and faced the fiery interrogation of his three roommates he was just as confused, and only when the pounding and cursing started at the outer door did he silently look up at the ceiling, trying to squeeze out a couple of tears.

In the end he could only force out a long, weary sigh…

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