The Attack of the Wastrel

Chapter 83 - The First

Chapter 83 - The First

Translator: Coca5156

Editor: Drea

Gu Lingzhi directed her attention to the commotion and saw Xi Hongru standing in Arena Five. His opponent was an attractive lady with a long elegant figure.

As he fought, Xi Hongru’s body continually lit up in the three different colours representing wood, earth and gold Spiritual Roots. Chunks of earth and gold gravels came together in an intricate skill that continually attacked his opponent. The occasional streaks of golden light made it very difficult for his opponent to defend against.

“It is no wonder he’s ranked second in the Martial Student arena, he’s actually very strong,” Gu Lingzhi could not help but sigh in admiration. Even if he was not as good as Xin Yi, he was not too far behind.

“That’s right, Xi Hongru no doubt has an innate talent, it’s amazing how he’s able to make a name for himself in the Royal School despite coming from an average family.”

A praise came from behind her and Gu Lingzhi could not help but turn back and look. When she saw who it was, she almost shouted in surprise.

It was the Third Prince? Why was he here?

This was the Town of the Brave and any Martial Artist that was confident of their abilities would be here to challenge other opponents. As a prince, how could he look over this place that was filled with talented people that he could recruit?

“Your Highness is a renowned talent. Everyone in the capital city knows who you are.” To prevent him from recognising her, Gu Lingzhi lowered her voice intentionally and replied objectively. However, it was so objective that Rong Yuan wondered if he had ever offended her.

Seeing her familiar figure and the ugly mask that she wore, Rong Yuan rubbed his chin.

“Have you...”

Have I what?

Gu Lingzhi’s heart seemed to fall with a plop sound, could it be that he recognised her?

“...been rejected by me before?” If not, why did she look like she did not want to see him?

Gu Lingzhi was speechless, “You think too much.”

“Oh really?” It was obvious that Rong Yuan did not believe her and started to dig his memory on where he had met her before.

Unfortunately, most female martial artists had good figures and there were many girls that looked like Gu Lingzhi. In addition, Rong Yuan did not have very vivid memories of these girls and momentarily could not think of a name.

As Rong Yuan fell into deep thought, Gu Lingzhi quickly bid her goodbyes to reduce the chances of him actually recognising her. Rong Yuan watched as she left gracefully.

When he realized that her calm voice was clearly not matching to her age, Rong Yuan rubbed his chin once more. It seemed like...he had realised something.

As Gu Lingzhi returned to the inn, she entered the Inheritance Space.

This time, it was to cultivate medicine. She remembered the time when she was in the Alchemy Tower and had to create a very weird medicine that allowed a person to change their voice for a short period of time.

Upon meeting the Third Prince today, she realised that medicines which she had previously deemed useless may actually prove to be very useful under different circumstances. For example, this voice-changing pill or the spiritual fluid that caused her to be attacked by the Carmine Python.

Although they had yet to catch the culprit, but from what Wen Qing had said, the medicine formula to make the spiritual fluid that attracts the Carmine Python came from the fourth level of the Alchemy Tower.

According to the description of the voice-changing pill, the effects of it would last for eight hours.

To make things easier for herself in the future, she made a hundred of these voice-changing pills in one go.

She took a pill and tried to speak a few sentences. The effect was better than she had expected.

Gu Lingzhi’s original voice was slightly lower and very alluring, similar to her calm and composed personality.

After she took the pill, her voice became bright and clear. Other than her accent, her voice had completely changed.

Gu Lingzhi left the Alchemy Room and entered the Weapon Forgery Room.

As a Martial Artist, how could she not have her own weapon that catered to her preferences?

Although the Fenglin Sword that Rong Yuan had given her was good, it was slightly restricting when she wanted to use all five Spiritual Roots.

She guessed that she would not be able to find any weapon in the entire Tianyuan Continent that were made for users with five Spiritual Roots. She wondered if her mother had secretly made a suitable weapon for her...

Gu Lingzhi spent the rest of her time, until her bedtime to create a lower grade Black-Level Spiritual Sword with dual gold and fire attributes.

“Now I have a sword I can fight with.”

Although her handiwork was somewhat shabby and the sword’s blade was curved, Gu Lingzhi was still rather pleased with herself.

After all, it was the usefulness of the weapon that was important, not its looks.

As she directed some gold spiritual energy into the sword, the sword changed from its normal greyish-green color, and started to emit a golden glow. It made the sword look a lot more pleasant to the eye.

This was the reason why Gu LIngzhi wanted to make her own weapons despite knowing that she was not very good at it.

After spending an entire hour trying to familiarise herself with her weapon, Gu Lingzhi then went to take a Spirit Essence Bath before going to bed.

The next morning, Gu Lingzhi got up early to wash up and headed to the Town of the Brave.

Though it was early, the Town of the Brave was already setting up and accepting entrance fees. As they pushed open the doors to the arenas, there was a racket as people made their way in.

It seems like no matter what, the Town of the Brave would always have good business. It was no wonder that they were able to promise a 70 percent discount to anyone that won 1000 consecutive battles.

From their daily entrance fees alone, they would be able to support the training of several Martial Sages. There was no need to mention the additional income they got from the Mercenary Guild.

As she entered the arena to wait for her turn, she looked to see the caretaker of Arena Seven retrieve a slip of paper from the box.

“Number 12.”

Just as the caretaker read the number, a skinny guy stood up and handed his identity card over.

After confirming his identity, the caretaker nodded his head and reached into the box filled with numbers once again, randomly picking another one.

“Number 62.”

62? Wasn’t that her?

She never thought that she would be the first to battle on her first day here.

After her initially surprise, Gu Lingzhi composed herself and handed her identity card to the caretaker.