Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

As dusk fell, Tianyuan City was bathed in a golden hue. The lanterns at the entrance of the Craftsman's Pavilion had just been lit, casting an orange glow on the bluestone pavement and reflecting the blurry images of passersby.

Jiang Chuan arrived ten minutes early and waited at the door for a while. He then saw Ling Aoshuang turning the corner from the street in the distance.

She walked at a moderate pace, her light gray armor gleaming faintly in the twilight, her long hair still neatly tied back.

Get closer.

Jiang Chuan then got a clear look at her face.

His brows and eyes were clear and cold as frost, his nose was high and straight, his lips were pale, and his whole face was as exquisite as if it were carved from cold jade, without a trace of worldliness.

What's most eye-catching are her legs.

Fair and firm.

Straight and slender.

Her legs were pressed together without a single gap, and her fullness was just right, without an ounce of excess fat.

Jiang Chuan reluctantly withdrew his gaze only after she had come closer.

"They're here."

Ling Aoshuang nodded.

Jiang Chuan stepped aside and entered the Craftsmen's Pavilion first: "Let's go inside and talk."

Ling Aoshuang hesitated for a second, but still stepped inside.

The lobby on the first floor of the Craftsman's Pavilion is still bustling with people.

Bright lights.

A tall saleswoman in a cheongsam is introducing equipment to a customer.

Jiang Chuan did not linger on the first floor. He led Ling Aoshuang through the crowd and went straight upstairs.

second floor,

Third floor

Fourth floor.

He still didn't stop.

Ling Aoshuang followed behind him without saying a word, but her gaze had changed from initial confusion to a more complex emotion.

She was well aware of the significance of being able to ascend to the fifth floor of the Craftsmen's Pavilion.

Even Chen Ping didn't have that level of membership, yet Jiang Chuan felt as relaxed as if he were back home.

Xing'er was already waiting at the stairwell between the fourth and fifth floors.

When she saw Jiang Chuan, she bowed slightly and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Jiang." Then her gaze fell on Ling Aoshuang, and she looked at her a few more times. Without saying anything, she stepped aside to lead the way.

VIP room.

Xing'er brought in tea, poured two cups, and then left.

The room fell silent, and she finally couldn't help but ask, "What... happened?"

"Remember that top-tier disassembler I mentioned?"

Jiang Chuan didn't tell the truth. Instead, he brought up the fabricated identity he had made up before: "He is a big shot, the kind who has connections everywhere. I have benefited a lot from following him."

Upon hearing this, Ling Aoshuang reminded him, "You're not related to him, so why is he being so good to you? You need to be careful; any benefit gained without effort always comes at a price."

Jiang Chuan laughed and said, "Listening to you, it sounds like you've already fallen into a trap before."

Ling Aoshuang remained silent, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Did I really fall into a trap?

Jiang Chuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said thoughtfully, "I've heard some things about you; perhaps I can help you."

Ling Aoshuang looked up, puzzled, her jewel-like blue eyes revealing confusion:

Why?

She asked.

Jiang Chuan said, "Because we are friends, remember? You said those words yourself."

Ling Aoshuang's eyes trembled slightly. She lowered her head, then stood up: "No need. I have my own plans for this matter. Thank you for your kindness, but if you asked me out just to talk about this, let's leave it at that for today."

"Eh?"

Jiang Chuan's tone was somewhat urgent: "The big shot behind me can easily handle this. The Dark Moon Legion is a behemoth in Tianyuan City; it's nothing in his eyes!"

If Xu Yinyin were here right now, she would definitely sigh that Jiang Chuan is such a blockhead, completely clueless about interpersonal relationships.

People with even a little self-respect are unwilling to easily accept help from others.

Moreover.

That's Ling Aoshuang's personality.

The more he said that, the more resistant Ling Aoshuang became. Sure enough, Ling Aoshuang prepared to leave without saying a word.

Jiang Chuan said, "Don't you take what you said seriously at all? Don't you consider me a friend?"

Ling Aoshuang paused.

Her voice was low: "Jiang Chuan, the big shot you know may really be powerful enough to not take the Dark Moon Legion seriously, but I'm not like you."

"What's the difference?"

Ling Aoshuang looked up at him, her tone carrying a hint of pleading: "I have no background, no backing, I can't afford to owe anyone favors, and I don't want to drag others into this mess because of me."

She turned and walked towards the stairwell.

She took two steps and then stopped.

He didn't turn around, but just stood there, his back casting a lonely shadow under the lamplight.

"That day at the Craftsmen's Pavilion," her voice drifted from the front, so soft it was almost inaudible, "everything I said was true, so don't let me owe you anything more."

"..."

Jiang Chuan felt as if his heart had been violently clenched.

He walked out in silence, watching Ling Aoshuang's figure disappear into the twilight.

suddenly.

A rich aroma wafted over from beside me.

Yuan Ziyi appeared, following Jiang Chuan's gaze, and asked with some surprise, "You know her?"

Jiang Chuan said, "We're friends."

Yuan Ziyi glanced at his serious expression and slowly said, "Your friend is in a rather difficult situation right now, Mr. Jiang. Are you aware of that?"

"Um?"

Jiang Chuan turned to look at her.

Yuan Ziyi sighed, "A powerless girl like her, if she were just pretty, it wouldn't be a big deal. But she also has an S-level talent that makes people envious and jealous, so it's inevitable that she will be targeted by people with ulterior motives."

Jiang Chuan remained expressionless.

"Go on."

Yuan Ziyi said, "I heard about it from someone else, so I can't guarantee it's true. Her father was tricked and ended up with a huge debt. Then someone approached her and promised to help her pay off the debt."

"But the condition is that she must sign a 30-year contract and cannot leave Tianyuan City during this period."

Thirty years?!

Jiang Chuan repeated it uncertainly.

"Yes, it's basically a contract of servitude."

Yuan Ziyi said, "To put it bluntly, she sold her entire youth to the Dark Moon Warband. Thirty years later, she will be almost fifty years old. No matter how high her talent is, she will have passed the golden period of growth. The Dark Moon Warband bought out the most precious thirty years of an S-level talent with a sum of money. No matter how you calculate it, they won't lose out."

Jiang Chuan looked at the now-disappearing figure again, and only then did he realize how heavy a burden the girl was carrying.

"You think that's all?"

Yuan Ziyi looked at him, a cold glint in her eyes. "This is just a stated demand. The Dark Moon Legion approached her because they actually wanted to take her away."

"What do you mean?"

Yuan Ziyi looked around and said in a low voice, "I've heard some secret information. Chen Duhu of the Dark Moon Battle Group, that old guy is nearing the end of his life."

Jiang Chuan asked, puzzled, "What does this have to do with Ling Aoshuang?"

Yuan Ziyi said, "You know Chen Duhu's son, Chen Ping, right? He has an A-level talent, which is considered genius in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Chen Duhu's eyes, it's not enough, far from enough."

"An inheritor of an A-level talent is simply not enough to support the future of the Darkmoon Chapter."

"What Chen Duhu wants is a bloodline with S-level talent."

"He is able to inherit his family business."

"Continue the glory."

Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted slightly. He vaguely guessed what Yuan Ziyi was going to say, but the guess was too absurd, so absurd that he didn't even want to confirm it.

"Ling Aoshuang has become his target."

Yuan Ziyi sighed, her tone filled with disgust: "That disgusting old man wants to use her S-level talent to purify his offspring's bloodline so that he can have an S-level talent heir to inherit the family business."

Boom!

Jiang Chuan clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, his face so dark it seemed to drip water. He stared at Yuan Ziyi, his tone icy: "You're not saying these things to use me as a tool to eliminate rivals for the Yuan family, are you?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

Sensing Jiang Chuan's chilling killing intent, Yuan Ziyi quickly composed herself and earnestly explained, "Although what I heard were just rumors, they're pretty close to the truth!"

"They signed Ling Aoshuang not to train her, otherwise why would they give the admission spot to Chen Ping?"

"Instead, you're letting her waste thirty years in Tianyuan City?"

"call……"

Jiang Chuan let out a long breath.

It has to be said that even though he knew Yuan Ziyi was using someone else to do his dirty work, her words still annoyed him.

As friends

He could never have imagined Ling Aoshuang ending up like that.

Jiang Chuan asked calmly, "Do you know where Chen Duhu usually lives?"

Yuan Ziyi trembled slightly at the coldness in his words, and she quickly said, "That old fellow is nearing the end of his life and rarely shows his face unless it is an important occasion in which he has no choice but to appear."

Important occasions?

Jiang Chuan wondered if the martial arts tournament was an important occasion.