Battle Through the Heavens: Xiao Yan, who was kidnapped to another world

"Huh? No way, I want to sleep..."

"Sleep? Sleep tomorrow! I'm leaving!"

Dai Mubai dragged Oscar along and headed towards Soto City.

"Then we..."

"Rongrong and I have a few words to say. You guys go back to your dorms first."

Xiao Yan interrupted Tang San's speech.

Tang San had no objection to this and walked towards the dormitory with Xiao Wu.

"What's wrong? Is there something you can't let Tang San and Xiao Wu know?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously after they could no longer see anyone else.

"My deduction at noon might have been a bit wrong..."

Thinking about the farces that had just happened, Xiao Yan had a headache. He had thought Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai were some kind of palace intrigue experts, and had even specifically warned Ning Rongrong to be careful of the two of them...

In hindsight, Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai are simply simpletons, the kind of idiots who wouldn't survive two episodes in a palace drama. But that's not surprising, since the competition for the throne in the Star Luo Empire is based on brute force, not brains.

"The deduction at noon?" Ning Rongrong thought for a moment, "was it about Zhu Qing and Dai Mubai?"

"Hmm," Xiao Yan nodded and continued, "At first, I thought Zhu Zhuqing knew about Dai Mubai's situation and had struggled with her decision for a long time before coming over."

What competitive advantage can a prince who is not in Star Luo Holy City have?

If he had chosen to betray her directly, he might have been able to survive. But with Zhu Zhuqing coming to Soto City under these circumstances, Xiao Yan thought she was prepared to die with Dai Mubai!

If it weren't for Dai Mubai's clumsy cover-up outside the Great Soul Arena and Zhu Zhuqing's angry words, Xiao Yan would never have imagined that Zhu Zhuqing had actually come here without knowing anything!

"Unexpectedly, Zhu Qing really didn't know anything, and Dai Mubai also thought that Zhu Qing didn't know anything?"

Ning Rongrong, being the daughter of a sect leader, was reminded by Xiao Yan and quickly realized the true situation of Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai, leaving her somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Yes." Xiao Yan smiled wryly.

"What I didn't expect was that Dai Mubai just said something about 'abandoning his old flame'..."

"He even deliberately used his soul power, as if he wanted Zhu Zhuqing to hear it on purpose," Xiao Yan had never seen such a tactic before. "Zhu Zhuqing is, after all, a member of the Grand Duke's clan. She couldn't possibly be unable to accept the idea of ​​having multiple wives and concubines, but Dai Mubai..."

Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh.

This is a very simple question: Can a girl really trust a guy who abandons all his old flames for her and uses this to express his determination to pursue her?

"Alright, alright, I know you're worried about the relationship between us girls," Ning Rongrong patted Xiao Yan's shoulder and said with a smile, "Can you relax now?"

"I'm relieved, but I'm also worried that you might have caught something from Zhu Zhuqing." Xiao Yan rolled his eyes.

"Isn't Xiao Wu here? Don't worry, we girls get along really well."

"I hope so..."

It's because of this rabbit that I'm even more worried!

Chapter 40 Happy Event

"Finally finished..."

After a night of hard work, Xiao Yan finally finished carving the peculiar crystal before it was completely consumed.

"After processing, this thing should be even more destructive to battle qi." The old man held a bead in his hand, which was the extract of that crystal.

"I feel the same way. The needle formed by the lowest unit of beads is too small, so the damage it can cause is limited."

Xiao Yan weighed the sphere in his hand. This was the product of his discovery of the special properties of crystal. He had burned and forged the last piece of crystal, destroying its basic properties. After carving those peculiar patterns, this was his most successful product to date.

"However, it would be perfect as a magical treasure..."

Xiao Yan licked his lips, his eyes gradually burning as he looked at the hundreds of beads.

Ever since learning about the profession of Talisman Master, Xiao Yan has been constantly improving his 'Talisman Master Level'. Currently, he is considered a Five-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master, and he uses his mental power very smoothly. However, he has not yet tried another side job for Talisman Masters—

Blacksmith.

Lingbao are special weapons forged by talisman masters of the rank of Spiritual Talisman Master or higher using the fire of their spirit.

Yao Lao had also read the book Lin Dong gave Xiao Yan, which explained mental power, and had some understanding of the talisman master profession. The only question was—

"Is this crystal not high enough grade?"

Although I don't know the grade of this crystal, it can't possibly be grade five, right?

'Some fifth-grade medicinal herbs have already developed spirituality, so the minerals must be about the same, right?' the old herbalist muttered to himself.

"That's precisely why I used it for practice!" Xiao Yan said matter-of-factly. "If it were some kind of very special material, why would I use it for practice?"

"Too!"

The old master had almost forgotten that his disciple was a miser.

"Moreover, together with that soul tool, it only costs three thousand gold soul coins, which is less than the price of two level-two magic cores... Hmm?"

The three thousand gold soul coins showed Xiao Yan the possibility of manually creating magic cores on this continent, which was already considered a return on investment. If he really succeeded, it would be a sure-fire way to make money!

However, halfway through his sentence, Xiao Yan suddenly sensed someone touching his mental barrier. Although it was probably unintentional, it still alerted him.

"Are you up this early?"

Following the mental energy, he discovered that it was Tang San who had broken through his mental energy barrier, and Tang San had already climbed onto the roof of the house next door.

As Xiao Yan was packing his things, preparing to "get up," he suddenly sensed a very noticeable fluctuation in his mental state—

'Hmm? Is this a backlash from mental energy?'

The source of the mental energy fluctuations was the roof next door, but when Xiao Yan used his mental energy to investigate, he found that Tang San, who was sitting upright, was bleeding from all seven orifices, as if he had suffered a backlash from the mental energy.

'Your mental barrier.'

"No, this mental barrier is just to warn me who's getting close," Xiao Yan subconsciously retorted to Yao Lao's words.

'What if someone wants to break through your mental barrier?'

Xiao Yan remained silent; this barrier of mental energy had no countermeasures in place to forcefully break through it.

If he can break through this barrier, Xiao Yan will naturally appear directly in front of the person who is trying to break through the mental barrier; if he cannot break through, Xiao Yan will not need to pay any attention to the person who is trying to break through.

Just as Xiao Yan remained silent, Tang San, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, opened his eyes.

After glancing at Xiao Yan's room with a hint of regret, Tang San took out a towel from his soul tool, wiped the blood off his face, sat cross-legged, and stared directly at the rising sun in the east.

“It really is him…” Xiao Yan frowned.

Tang Hao answered Xiao Yan's two questions, which, while not of much help, at least offset Tang San's rudeness this time.

"That leaves only one last issue: friendship, and the friendship of a steamed bun," Xiao Yan said, squinting. "Don't make a mistake, Tang San!"

Xiao Yan never considered himself a good person. This spying almost exposed Xiao Yan's biggest secret. If it weren't for the fact that he felt he owed Tang San a favor because of his actions the day before yesterday, and that he and Tang San were classmates, Xiao Yan might have already taken action to deal with the aftermath.

A few minutes ago.

Because he needed to cultivate the Purple Demon Eye, Tang San developed the habit of getting up early every day, without exception.

'My feeling yesterday was right,' Tang San thought, stepping out of the dormitory and feeling the sensation of passing through a thin membrane. His eyes brightened slightly. 'Yan Xiao is cultivating his mental power… no, he's using some kind of mental power-related treasure!'

If he were cultivating his spiritual power, he would never simply lay down such a thin membrane of spiritual power. Therefore, Tang San subconsciously thought that Yan Xiao possessed a treasure related to spiritual power.

'Snow Spirit Silkworm? Or Snow Lotus?'

He climbed onto the roof, but Tang San's heart was still restless. The treasure with a natural mental barrier would greatly enhance his Purple Demon Eye, so how could he remain calm?

"Let's try it. Nothing will happen. Even if Iwakage finds out, we can just say it was an accident. If it's not discovered... then it doesn't belong to Iwakage."

Tang San easily convinced himself, and then, mobilizing his spiritual power, cautiously moved towards Xiao Yan's house.

"Well--"

The moment his mental energy touched the barrier, Tang San felt a splitting headache. Without giving him time to think, he decisively withdrew his mental energy.

A dozen seconds later, Tang San, who had not sensed any fluctuations in Yan Xiao's mental energy, opened his eyes.

'Such a powerful mental barrier… This must be at least a thousand-year-old Snow Spirit Silkworm, right? It seems I won't be able to break through this mental barrier until my Purple Demon Eye receives further improvement.'

Tang San glanced at Yan Xiao's house with a hint of regret. 'However, this also confirms that Yan Xiao absolutely did not know of the existence of this Snow Spirit Silkworm!'

'It seems this is an unclaimed creature... I wish I had chosen this room.'

Tang San shifted his gaze from the unresponsive Yan Xiao's house, took out a towel from his soul tool, wiped away the blood flowing from his seven orifices, and then, looking at the rising sun in the distance, began his training for the day.

"Cultivating mental power by stimulating the eyes..."

Although he was just observing, Xiao Yan still managed to figure out Tang San's cultivation method.

"A rather creative method for cultivating mental strength."

But that's all.

·

When the bell rang for class, most of the students stood where they had lined up the day before.

However, Oscar and Dai Mubai, who were not present at breakfast, were still nowhere to be seen. It was unknown whether they had gotten drunk last night and passed out in Soto City.

Flanders finally arrived a full quarter of an hour later.

"This is the second class..." the dean said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the students one by one. "Where are Oscar and Dai Mubai? Did they oversleep?"

The best thing about classes with few students is that you don't need to take attendance; you can just glance around and know who's there and who's not.

“I didn’t see Oscar when I went out this morning,” Tang San said hurriedly. “He must have gone to Soto City last night and hasn’t come back.”

"No reply..."

Flander frowned, just as he was about to send someone to Soto City to find Oscar, when he saw Oscar rushing in from the edge of the playground. However, his face did not show any panic about being late; instead, it was full of excitement.

"Oscar, do you want to go for a run?" Flander glared at him fiercely. "Where's Dai Mubai?"

“Boss Dai? I didn’t know. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t see him in the next room. I thought he had come back first…” Oscar’s excited expression froze, and then he asked with some surprise, “He didn’t come back?”

"What do you think?" Flander rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Fine, you're the main character in this class, Dai Mubai isn't important..."

“Protagonist… Dean, how did you know I’ve broken through to level 30?” Oscar stared wide-eyed at Flander in disbelief.

"What are you saying... Wait, what are you saying?!"

Not only Flander, but everyone simultaneously cast surprised glances at Oscar—except, of course, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Yan.