Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

Chapter 17 I'll Let You Know If I Am Worthy or Not

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Having met with Zhao Yuanzhen and promised to help her resolve her identity issue, Chen Lingyun took her leave and went home.

In the following days, the two maintained frequent communication within the school.

Yan Yu's disdainful "you too are worthy?" had no impact on Chen Lingyun; instead, it only strengthened her resolve towards a certain idea.

Of course, with both of them being exceedingly shrewd, they made sure not to let other students catch them during their regular meetings, often choosing secluded places like the end of an empty corridor or the small lawn behind the laboratory building... Their covert meetings resembled those of secret lovers.

However, at least for now, there have been no sparks of romance between the two.

In Chen Lingyun's eyes, Yan Yu was "my favorite toy," "please entertain me to your fullest," while in Yan Yu's heart, Chen Lingyun oscillated between a "woman in need of discipline" and a "fat sheep ripe for use."

If one were to talk about interests, Chen Lingyun indeed needed Yan Yu's prophetic edge to confirm her judgments on the current situation, whereas Yan Yu needed to obtain some information details from Chen Lingyun that he was unclear about in his previous life.

"The Pingjing Chaoming Medical College came up with a complete testing solution yesterday afternoon," Chen Lingyun said calmly after class, as they met, "It's possible to confirm whether there is Spiritual Energy within the bloodline through blood tests, thereby determining if one has the qualifications for cultivation."

Cultivation places great emphasis on talent, a conclusion drawn by the first batch of military cultivators during their training. Experiments have shown that those without talent cannot force cultivation, it isn't a matter of achieving less with more effort, they simply cannot start to cultivate at all.

Of course, Yan Yu knew the reality was not like this; the issue mainly lay in the Primordial Unity Scripture offered by Mei Yingxue, which had excessively high requirements for a cultivator's talent.

If replaced with Zhao Yuanzhen's String-Pulling Technique, there would be no demand for any cultivation talent, but its requirements for cultivation resources were incredibly high—another troublesome matter, but at least one wouldn't be hindered by innate cultivation talents.

"So you must have had your blood tested in advance, right?" Yan Yu asked casually, leaning on the railing.

"Mhm," Chen Lingyun said with a smile, "in our circles, only two people have passed the blood test."

Upon saying this, she paused for a moment and then added with a smile:

"You know who the other person is, don't you?"

"Of course," Yan Yu said leisurely, "Princess Jiang Hai Chen Lingyun, Pingjing's number one figure, Liu Longtao, are set to be called the fools of the south and the idiots of the north in the future."

Chen Lingyun burst into laughter, unable to hold back:

"'Idiot of the north' is quite fitting. Who came up with 'fool of the south'? Tell me their name, I want to remember it."

"So you do not deny the title of 'Princess Jiang Hai,' do you?" Yan Yu asked, looking at her askance.

"Why deny it?" Chen Lingyun said serenely, "As long as I am strong enough, all the ridicule will ultimately turn into praise. Besides, the word 'princess' can carry both positive and negative connotations."

Yan Yu quietly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

It had begun.

Since discovering she was one in ten thousand with the talent for cultivation, this despicable woman's confidence and degree of despicableness were about to soar.

How about breaking ties now?

If ties are cut, I won't have to deal with her despicableness.

"I have an idea," Chen Lingyun propped her hands on the railing and stretched her body gracefully like a cat, softly saying, "I want to control all cultivators who hail from Zhendong."

"All the undergraduate cultivators selected from Jiangbei, Jiang Hai, Jiangnan, Jianghuai, Minhai, and Jiujiang will undergo uniform training at the Zhendong Academy for Cultivators in the future."

"I want to gather them all under my wing." The girl turned her head back again, her face adorned with a sweet and brilliant smile, "What do you think, my dear?"

Yan Yu looked at her speechlessly.

Just as expected! With a rapid rise in confidence, this despicable woman was already beginning to dream impossible dreams!

"I don't think it's possible," he bluntly stated, "because you're not strong enough."

"There are four main elements of cultivation: talent, physique, comprehension, and fate. Aside from the uncontrollable fate, the most important is talent."

"And your talent, among cultivators, is actually only mediocre."

Chen Lingyun quieted down, gazing at him silently.

"Even Liu Longtao, whom you always look down upon," Yan Yu pressed on, "has far superior talent to you; hence, in the future, he will have more say among the Dingbei Army cultivators than you will amongst the Zhendong Army cultivators."

"So that's how it is," Chen Lingyun fell silent for a while, then suddenly seemed somewhat sorrowful, "Is that why you previously said the future of cultivators would be terrifying?"

"That's right," Yan Yu said in a somber tone, "whether it's the utterly foolish idiots, the worthless scum that are worse than pigs and dogs, or the scoundrels who take lives at will..."

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"As long as one can cultivate and gain strength, they can control the corresponding secular power. Without regard for character, that's the most troublesome part."

Chen Lingyun didn't answer.

She boredly grabbed the railing, let her body relax backward naturally, and tilted her head pondering for a moment.

"What about you?" Chen Lingyun suddenly asked, "What if you came to help me?"

"If I were to help you, then there would be no concern for conquering Zhendong or securing Dingbei, no need to worry about pacifying Pingxi or stabilizing Annan," Yan Yu said leisurely.

"Oh, quite the big talker, aren't you?" Chen Lingyun revealed a teasing smile.

"Nonsense." Yan Yu extended his right thumb and poked his own chest, asserting as a matter of course, "When it comes to strength, I'm the strongest in this world, okay?"

Chen Lingyun blinked.

She turned her head toward the distance as if she were daydreaming, or perhaps she was thinking about something.

"I believe what you say," Chen Lingyun said softly, "But I still want to try, to follow my own plan."

"If I fail... then I'll ask for your help. What do you say to us, husband and wife, combining our efforts? I'll provide the strategy, and you'll contribute the strength; together we'll control the world, how about that?"

"My answer is three words," Yan Yu responded calmly.

"I do?" Chen Lingyun revealed an adorable smile.

"In your dreams!" Yan Yu rejected her loudly.

Before Chen Lingyun could continue to say anything, Yan Yu mercilessly mocked her:

"I won't comment on your height, I won't mention your figure, but just your nasty character alone, always fake-smiling as if everyone else is an idiot, enjoying the discomfort of others for fun, why would I marry you if I'm not a masochist? Wouldn't I rather find a gentle and lovely girl, or a serious and capable one with black, straight hair? And you..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt, for Chen Lingyun's smile had completely faded from her face, replaced by a terrifying expression akin to that of a demon.

It was a darker aspect she had never revealed in her previous life.

"The gentle and lovely girl you mentioned just now," Chen Lingyun asked slowly, enunciating each word as if squeezing them through her teeth, "who is that? And the one with black, straight hair, who is she?"

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Yan Yu crouched in the men's restroom for quite a while.

Not because he was hiding from anyone, he was just using the restroom, and he had a feeling that it would be very bad to go out now. But he wasn't hiding from anyone. There was no rush to return to the classroom since the class hadn't started, nor was he worried someone might come looking for him. Anyway, it'd be better to wait until the bell rang to go out. In any case, he wasn't hiding from anyone.

Gosh! I'm the strongest in this world!

On the other side, in the classroom of Senior Year, Class 3, the students gathered in small groups, resting or chatting leisurely.

Suddenly, an extremely beautiful female student walked into the classroom of Senior Year, Class 3 from the front door.

The noise gradually settled down as everyone recognized that the beautiful girl who burst in wasn't a student from Class 3—after all, a girl that cute wouldn't be easily forgotten once seen, right?

Chen Lingyun's gaze swept over all the students before she turned to the closest female student with a somewhat pitiful smile:

"Excuse me... Is Yan Yu here?"

"Yan Yu?" The female student immediately showed a look of realization and pointed outside, saying, "He went out as soon as class ended and hasn't returned yet."

"Is that so?" Chen Lingyun lowered her head sadly, her voice faint as her eyes began to redden.

Then she turned around, seemingly not wanting others to see her upset, but tears still dropped down relentlessly.

To the nearby female classmates, several keywords immediately sprang to mind:

Yan Yu, beautiful girl, heartbreak, crying...

Gossip material!

"What's wrong, are you okay?" Without needing any prompting, four or five girls rushed forward to take the still sobbing Chen Lingyun out of the classroom, comforting her in hushed tones in the hallway while trying to find out what happened between her and Yan Yu.

Another outgoing girl stood at the classroom's entrance, blocking the male students inside from coming out to eavesdrop on the gossip:

"Don't listen! Mind your own business, what does this have to do with you? Go back to your seats!"