Chapter 151: Chapter 151
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for advancing to Martial Artist Realm Level 3.]
Walking to an empty spot and ensuring there was no one tailing her, Shen You’an abruptly pressed her hand against the wall. Cold sweat gradually emerged on her forehead, and her complexion paled noticeably.
[The system will perform body refinement through hair and marrow cleansing for three months. During this period, please refrain from engaging in martial activities. Your body will become quite weak during this process, so take care to stay warm and avoid catching a cold. This is your most beloved 007 system’s heartfelt advice.]
The Martial Artist Realm is divided into five levels. Shen You’an spent years working toward this, and finally broke through to Level 2 two months before the middle school entrance exam. During that time, she was also preparing for the exam, which left her body extremely frail. This was why she fainted during the entrance exam. Fortunately, with years of assistance from the system and a solid foundation in martial arts, she managed to secure the top spot in the entrance exam.
Shen You’an took a deep breath. As for the so-called body refinement, it meant breaking all the bones in her body and reconstructing them completely. This process was agonizingly cruel, and as the level progressed, the pain increased exponentially.
During the three months, each full moon night would be the most excruciating refinement night. During this time, her body would become severely frail—just a minor cold could cost half her life. Without an extraordinarily strong willpower, she would be devoured by the system, becoming nourishment for the system’s programming.
Beyond the Martial Artist Realm, there were even higher levels. Only by surpassing Level 5 could she aspire to reach those greater realms.
The taste of thick iron spread inside her mouth.
Shen You’an’s eyes burned with unwavering determination. She had made it here, and there was no turning back.
Even if it meant climbing a mountain of knives, crossing a sea of fire, or plunging into an oil-drenched hell—she would face it head-on.
Twice before, she had relied on sheer tenacity to hold on. This time would be no exception.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and hailed a taxi.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and was startled by the girl’s ghostly pale and sickly appearance. At first glance, she looked like a specter.
"Miss, are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the hospital?"
Shen You’an struggled even to speak.
"School Spring Garden. I’m fine, thank you... driver."
Leaning against the seat, Shen You’an closed her eyes, breathing shallowly.
Afraid she might die in his car, the driver floored the gas, speeding to the destination at 120 mph.
A mysterious young girl clad in black single-handedly caused chaos at Huiye Bar, forcing even the formidable Ye Hui to admit defeat.
News of this spread quickly. Those who witnessed it spoke of it in vivid detail, while others who only heard about it scoffed, dismissing it as too exaggerated to believe.
Yet, the legend of this girl became the enduring topic of conversation in nightclubs whenever darkness fell.
"Master Xiao, there’s still a more pressing matter at hand."
Ye Hui, brushing off the pressure brought by the girl moments ago, leaned closer to the man in front of him and lowered his voice. "Master Xiao, you’ve earned Old Sir Leng’s trust after so many years in the Leng family. Now that the family is in chaos, could you lend me a guiding hand? I still have a group of brothers under me to take care of. If Master Xiao helps me this time, I promise to follow your orders, even if it means facing life and death without hesitation."
The man before him was Huang Xiao, a renowned figure in the underground world. Ten Ye Huis combined weren’t enough to match him. It was precisely because of this that Ye Hui had initially considered letting him deal with that girl.
Huang Xiao also bore another identity—he was Old Sir Leng’s personal bodyguard, having saved his life multiple times. In the old man’s heart, Huang Xiao was trusted even more than his own sons.
Within the Leng family, the three sons had all attempted to curry favor with Huang Xiao, carefully watching his moods before taking action.
Now that Old Sir Leng was critically ill and on the verge of death, the Leng family had turned into a chaotic battleground over inheritance.
No one understood the Leng family’s dynamics better than Huang Xiao.
If Ye Hui could connect with him, it would be an invaluable opportunity.
"You’ve got quite the ambition. Isn’t it better to stick to peacefully running your nightclub? Why meddle in the power struggles of affluent families? One day, you might lose your life without even knowing why."
Ye Hui chuckled, "Master Xiao, as the saying goes, fortune favors the bold. If that day truly comes, I promise I won’t forget your kindness."
"You’re dead set on stepping into the Leng family’s infighting?"
"Please show me the way, Master Xiao."
Huang Xiao’s gaze landed on Zhang Shasha, standing not far away with a face full of resentment, and he smirked. "Why go so far? Young Master Leng has always been fond of beauty and charm."
Ye Hui frowned and replied, "Master Xiao, are you kidding me? Young Master Leng changes girlfriends more often than he changes clothes. My sister hasn’t been able to contact him in days."