Chapter Thirty: Courting Death!

In the testing chamber, Su Ye took a deep breath.

His three months of relentless cultivation were finally about to reveal their results. As long as he ranked in the top thousand, he would qualify to challenge Yu Zhisha!

Three years of humiliation, the blood feud of the Nine Thunder Veins—at last, he could avenge them openly!

Buzz—

Suddenly, a string of numbers began flashing on the screen.

When the numbers stopped, they would show how many acupoints he had broken through.

Every gaze in the room focused on the screen, each with their own hopes and fears.

“Su Ye, you must make it into the top thousand! Others couldn’t do it in three months, but I know you can!” Jiang Liuying clenched her delicate fists, feeling a sheen of sweat in her pale palms.

Jian Muqian and Jiu Yayu looked up as well, even students from the Ning family watched intently—they all knew that Su Ye’s success or failure would directly impact their families’ future.

Someone had to step forward to curb Yu Zhisha’s arrogance, or her sharp edge would go unchecked.

Song Dahai seized the rare opportunity of silence to speak first: “Don’t laugh, but the worst student in the school is from our class. We all know what he’s worth! Even if he’s recovered, he won’t surpass three acupoints, I’d bet on it.”

Yu Wenhuan chuckled, dismissively: “No matter how many acupoints he breaks through, as long as he can’t compete, that’s all I care about. How dare he challenge my sister? It’s beneath her.”

“Yes, Yu Zhisha is truly the pride of our school! Only someone of her status should set foot on the luxurious arena I personally funded for the school. As for Su Ye—ha! He can dream. A nobody like him would only tarnish my stage.”

Cai Weisong boasted about his privately funded arena, basking in the praise around him.

Jiang Chengzhi quickly chimed in: “It’s showing! It’s showing! Haha, as expected, a loser—only two acupoints… What?”

When they saw the number “2” displayed, they thought Su Ye had only broken through two acupoints and were about to celebrate, but then they saw another digit—“3”!

A total of 23 acupoints!

The hall erupted.

“What? How can it be 23 acupoints?”

“Impossible! Three months ago, his test showed only one—how did it suddenly become 23? Did he break through one every four days?”

No one could believe it. Many even suspected the testing machine was malfunctioning.

Jian Muqian, Jiu Yayu, and others clapped in delight, knowing how hard Su Ye had fought and feeling genuinely happy for him.

Jiang Liuying almost jumped with joy, but the sudden movement brought a wave of dizziness and weakness. She glanced at the wound on her wrist and shook her head, murmuring, “I lost a lot of blood, but if you make it into the top thousand, it’s worth it.”

Cai Weisong, Jiang Chengzhi, and their ilk were livid, as if slapped repeatedly. Their faces burned with humiliation.

“How is this possible? He must have cheated!” Song Dahai cried out.

But everyone knew it was impossible to cheat with the testing device. Su Ye had truly broken through 23 acupoints—in just three months!

Could it be that the prodigy of old had returned?

Yu Wenhuan was at a loss. They cared so much about Su Ye because they knew him well. If the dazzling genius of the past had come back, what would happen to Yu Zhisha?

“Sister, what should we do?”

Yu Zhisha’s eyes flashed coldly. She spun around and declared, “What’s there to worry about? He thinks 23 acupoints can defeat me? Within ten moves, he’ll be unable to stand. Hmph!”

Watching Yu Zhisha storm off in rage, Yu Wenhuan’s expression shifted rapidly. He clenched his fists and growled at Cai Weisong, “You said he couldn’t possibly compete. I don’t care how you do it—he must not face my sister!”

Cai Weisong looked troubled, his fat face growing darker. What now? What should he do?

At that moment, Su Ye saw his result.

With this achievement, he could challenge Yu Zhisha.

As he stepped out of the testing chamber into the hall, his brows furrowed—he saw Jin Canjie harassing Jiang Liuying.

Jin Canjie moved closer and closer, forcing Jiang Liuying to retreat to the corner. A charming smile played on his handsome face.

“Don’t tell me you don’t believe in love at first sight? I don’t care—starting today, you are Jin Canjie’s girl. No matter what the world says, I’ll marry you! Yes, I’m that domineering.”

Jiang Liuying’s face was pale, her legs weak. She’d forgotten to take the elixir her father gave her that morning. Seeing Jin Canjie before her, she snapped coldly, “Get lost! If you weren’t from another school, I’d slap your face right now!”

“I don’t believe you could bear to hit me. When we’re together, you’ll regret it and feel terrible for striking me. They say your name is ‘Liuying,’ like a dancing firefly? No wonder I often dream I’m catching fireflies.” Jin Canjie spoke, wiping his lips with his thumb, smiling provocatively.

This “lip wipe” was his secret weapon for flirting—almost every girl melted at the gesture.

Jiang Liuying kept backing away until she hit the wall. With nowhere left to retreat, she said in a low, firm voice, “Don’t come any closer. This is your last warning! Just looking at your surgically altered face disgusts me. You think you can pursue me? Don’t push me!”

“Heh, you look cute even when angry! But there’s no choice—among all the guys here, I’m the best. Who else dares to confess their love for you? They don’t even have the courage.”

Jin Canjie gave another cool smile, scanning the silent crowd, addressing the students, “I’ve broken through 47 acupoints. My family’s business is flourishing in Yangcheng. I came here today in my Porsche. Who can match my credentials? Who’ll compete with me? Anyone? Not a single one of you dares!”

He turned his gaze back to Jiang Liuying, admiring her delicate beauty. He whispered, “They’re just inferior people. They know they’re not good enough, so they don’t dare pursue you. How about this—I’ll make you a deal. If I win the challenge, you agree to be my girlfriend, and give me a kiss. What do you say? Not too demanding, right?”

Many students nearby were furious.

They weren’t especially close to Jiang Liuying, but she was the school’s belle, and now she was being shamelessly harassed by this outsider?

Especially the boys, who clenched their fists.

Someone shouted, “Hey, she doesn’t want you—what’s wrong with you?”

“Yeah, that's harassment, don’t you know?”

Jin Canjie spun around, his gaze sharp. “What’s it got to do with you? We’re just having a little boyfriend-girlfriend talk. Your instructors aren’t involved, so mind your own business. If you’re not convinced, pick someone to challenge me—but only if your acupoint count is above forty. Otherwise, it’s not worth my time.”

The students were terrified—angry but too afraid to speak out. Jin Canjie had come with a reputation as a prodigy from another school, and with the instructors absent, causing trouble would be risky.

Besides, by past custom, Jiang Liuying, so fiery by nature, would have pushed him away already. Why wasn’t she reacting today?

Jin Canjie smirked wickedly, glancing contemptuously at the crowd. He turned back and saw Jiang Liuying slumped weakly against the wall—either she was ill or emotionally overwhelmed, unable to resist.

At this moment, Jiang Liuying looked fragile and enchanting, her eyes misty, a sheen of sweat glistening on her pale forehead. Her tender lips parted invitingly, exuding a subtle fragrance.

She lay against the corner like a frightened fawn, evoking both pity and affection. Her lashes were long, her snow-white neck delicate—beautiful enough to take one’s breath away.

Jin Canjie was even more delighted, declaring proudly, “See? No one dares interfere. You are destined to be Jin Canjie’s woman! Raise your head, don’t be shy. Let me kiss you…”

Just then, a palm smacked heavily onto Jin Canjie’s shoulder.

Su Ye’s icy voice rang out, word by word:

“You’re courting death!”