Chapter 112 – Transforming Into a Hardworking Farmer

In the end, Yao Beibei “honestly” confessed.

What did she confess?

It was quite simple.

“It was Wanyu!” Yao Beibei declared. “Wanyu said she wanted to sneak into senior’s room at night to make him change his heart, so that little Zijin would become disappointed in him!”

Yao Beibei had still thrown her bedridden sister under the bus.

Of course, Su Ming felt like he’d been screwed over.

“Making another woman disappointed in me by sneaking into my room? You’re all such clever little devils!”

Su Ming was this close to crushing Yao Beibei’s stupid head right then and there.

Such ridiculous tactics usually only appeared in light novels. Did they think he had transmigrated into a light novel world?

If that were the case, would he still be working so hard? He could just cheat and lie back while focusing on building his harem!

Without a doubt, Su Ming didn’t believe Yao Beibei’s nonsense.

But Yao Beibei stuck firmly to this story and refused to change it. When pressed too hard, she’d even put on a teary-eyed expression that made Su Ming unable to properly discipline… ahem, punish her.

In the end, the matter was left unresolved.

“Sooner or later, I’ll make you all confess properly.”

Seeing that they were almost back at their residence, Su Ming could only stop his interrogation. After throwing out this threat that made Yao Beibei tremble with fear, he didn’t press further.

Though Yao Beibei felt frightened, she also temporarily breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ll leave dealing with this to Wanyu from now on.”

Yao Beibei had to admit that when it came to handling such situations, Jiang Wanyu was more capable.

She was just a soft girl responsible for whimpering and crying. Making her face direct interrogation from a bloodless, tearless Devil King like Su Ming was simply too difficult for her.

If it were Wanyu…

Wanyu would…

“…She should have a way, right?”

Even Yao Beibei herself grew somewhat uncertain as she thought about it.

After all, the so-called “night assault” story had been Jiang Wanyu’s idea in the first place.

Yao Beibei could only return to her room with this unreliable reliance.

Soon enough, she couldn’t ponder any longer.

After a night of exertion, Yao Beibei was also exhausted. Now that she was back in her room and touched the bed, she naturally collapsed and fell asleep immediately.

Lei Hao and Ye Bai still hadn’t woken up either, clearly quite worn out.

Even An Zijin, after taking care of Jiang Wanyu all night, had now slumped beside Jiang Wanyu’s bed, fast asleep.

In the entire room, among the whole team, only Su Ming remained energetic and untired due to his bloodline transformation and greatly enhanced spirituality.

“Did I directly achieve Immortal Ascension or something?”

Su Ming muttered to himself while continuing to work. He moved An Zijin back to her bed, letting her rest properly, covered Yao Beibei with her blanket, and finally came before Jiang Wanyu to check her complexion.

“She seems much better now.”

Seeing that Jiang Wanyu’s face had regained some color and her shoulder injury appeared healed under the alchemical potion’s effects, Su Ming nodded with satisfaction.

Then, Su Ming’s attention was caught by something.

“Speaking of which, what exactly is this thing?”

Su Ming’s gaze fell upon Jiang Wanyu’s front.

There, a small cloth pouch was tightly clutched in Jiang Wanyu’s hand.

It was the same small pouch that Jiang Wanyu had intended to give to An Zijin last night for her protection.Unfortunately, Jiang Wanyu failed to deliver it as Su Ming arrived just in time with Shi Lin to detoxify and treat her injuries.

After that, Jiang Wanyu fell directly into a deep slumber, yet she never let go of the small cloth pouch in her hand.

The others had likely noticed this, but being solely concerned with Jiang Wanyu’s condition at the time, they paid no attention to the pouch.

Su Ming was no exception—only now did he have the mind to focus on this object.

“Seeing how she’s clutching it tightly even in deep sleep, this must be quite important, right?” Su Ming muttered to himself. “Should I take a peek?”

He felt tempted.

It wasn’t that he was particularly obsessed with others’ secrets, but Jiang Wanyu and Yao Beibei had been sneaking around covertly, seemingly with some agenda against him. Su Ming couldn’t help wondering what these two girls were hiding all day long.

“After all, these two haven’t been shy about their sneaky behavior—they even slipped into my room last time. Returning the favor in kind isn’t too much, is it?”

With this justification firmly in mind, Su Ming made his move.

He gently pried open Jiang Wanyu’s fingers and picked up the small cloth pouch.

Only when holding it did Su Ming realize the object was elongated and somewhat rigid. Based on the texture, it felt like it could be either a potion vial or a concealed weapon.

Su Ming untied the pouch and smoothly revealed its contents.

It was, unmistakably, a short Saber.

A small blade resembling a fruit knife, sheathed in a thin metal scabbard engraved with intricate Spell Formula patterns.

Su Ming weighed it in his hand, his eyes glinting.

As someone who had unboxed various Extraordinary Items from parcels, how could he fail to recognize the true nature of this short Saber?

“Is this a alchemical weapon?”

Yes.

It was indeed a alchemical weapon.

The powerful armament coveted by all Professionals—even Upper-Rank Professionals—a alchemical weapon.

“Well, well.”

Su Ming examined the short Saber for a moment, then cast a changed gaze toward Jiang Wanyu.

“Carrying such a treasure on your person… If you claim to have no notable background, I’d find it hard to believe.”

A alchemical weapon that even Upper-Rank Professionals might not possess was being carried by a 17-year-old girl who had just enrolled in the Demon Hunter Academy. There had to be more to this story.

Originally, Su Ming had thought that in terms of pure potential, Yao Beibei would undoubtedly have a brighter future than Jiang Wanyu.

But now, he wasn’t so sure.

A young girl who carried a alchemical weapon so closely clearly had no ordinary origins.

Given that, could Jiang Wanyu really be just an ordinary individual?

Obviously not.

Coupled with how these two girls had been sneaking around him frequently, recalling everything that had happened so far, Su Ming finally grew suspicious.

“Just who are they, really?”

Were they truly just simple first-year students and An Zijin’s roommates?

“Now that I think about it, they mentioned that like An Zijin, they also came from Yinze City.”

Meaning these two weren’t just An Zijin’s roommates—they were also exchange students from Yinze City, just like her?

But what could they possibly be seeking, traveling all the way to Longyao City as exchange students?An Zijin was aiming to reunite with him, but surely these two girls couldn’t be here for him as well, right?

If they weren’t here for him, then who were they here for?

Su Ming instinctively turned his gaze and looked at An Zijin.

“Brother Su Ming…”

An Zijin gently turned over in her sleep, murmuring Su Ming’s name softly. The way she hugged the blanket and mumbled in her dream was unbearably adorable.

Su Ming’s eyes swept over An Zijin, Jiang Wanyu, and Yao Beibei one after another. After pondering for a long while, he finally let out a sigh.

“If I have time later, I’ll look into it a bit.”

At the very least, he needed to figure out Jiang Wanyu and Yao Beibei’s backgrounds.

Having made this decision, Su Ming stuffed the small alchemical saber back into the small pouch and tucked it back into Jiang Wanyu’s hand.

Then, Su Ming returned to his room. Listening to Lei Hao and Ye Bai’s snoring, he closed his eyes to rest for a while before sitting up again.

“Come to think of it, there’s still something I haven’t done yet.”

What was it?

Of course, it was going back to the battlefield to collect the corpses!

At this point, the Huaming District Battlefield was littered with the bodies of Phantom Demons.

In other words, it was a field of Phantom Demon materials.

Although the military occasionally went onto the battlefield to collect the bodies of the fallen and the Phantom Demons, the war had already been going on for over twelve hours. There were bound to be Phantom Demon corpses everywhere, along with materials left behind by the demons.

In Su Ming’s hands, these materials would translate into a large number of crystal chips.

If he waited until the war ended and Longyao City had the resources and manpower to spare, most of these materials would likely be taken away by them.

“No way!”

As if he could see countless crystal chips flying away before his eyes, Su Ming couldn’t sit still anymore.

He dashed out of the room and headed straight for the battlefield.

……

This was a part of the battlefield relatively far from the camp and the Defense Line.

Phantom Demons would attack from time to time, but they would also frequently face a barrage of Spirit Art attacks. Most of the Phantom Demons would fall here, unable to even reach the Frontline where the Professionals were stationed, as they were wiped out by large-scale Spirit Arts.

This was the farthest range that the Sorcerers at the Defense Line could attack with their Spirit Arts. Any Phantom Demon reaching this line had to endure the indiscriminate bombardment of large-scale Spell Formulas unleashed by the Sorcerers before they could advance to the positions held by the Professionals and engage in combat with the Hunters at the vanguard.

As a result, there were no human corpses here—only the shattered and dismembered remains of Phantom Demons, destroyed by large-scale Spirit Arts.

At one point, a figure leaped from the horizon and landed heavily on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

“Cough, cough… failed to look cool. Good thing no one’s here.”

Su Ming emerged from the dust, coughing and waving his hand, looking as though he had choked on the sand.

But the next moment, as he surveyed the field of broken remains, his eyes began to gleam.

“Screaming Demon wings… Blade Demon fragments… Shadow Demon hides… and even a Giant Demon’s heart?”

Su Ming counted the various Phantom Demon materials one by one, overjoyed.”Is this the scale of a Rotwater Demon? The coloration suggests it might be a mutant variant? That would be incredibly valuable!”

“Blackheart Demon hide? This is the primary material for contract scrolls! The demand for this is massive!”

“Is this Toxic Slime Demon venom? Might fetch a good price in the underground market!”

“What kind of Phantom Demon did this material come from? Never mind! I’ll take it all!”

This was undoubtedly a bountiful harvest.

Su Ming busily gathered the Phantom Demon materials scattered across the battlefield, tossing everything valuable or not into his Golden Finger backpack.

Since the Golden Finger backpack had unlimited space, Su Ming naturally stuffed in as much as he could collect.

Thus, Su Ming transformed into a diligent farmer, reaping these forgotten spoils of war.

(End of Chapter)