The Indomitable Master of Elixirs

“I wonder how I can enter the battlefield?” Now that she had a goal in mind, Ji Fengyan could not help but become more enthusiastic.

She could obtain treasure and leave the Eldest Princess far behind. Why should she not be happy?

If Ji Fengyan really attained many victories on the battlefield, not just the Eldest Princess, but even ten Eldest Princesses buzzing in the Emperor’s ear would be of no avail. Not only that, she might even be able to confront the Eldest Princess directly, instead of being as subservient as she was now.

When the Dark Guard saw that Ji Fengyan was itching to go, he could only suppress his surprise and patiently explain matters to Ji Fengyan.

In order to enter the battlefield, the first thing she had to do was enter the institute and begin her learning.

They did not learn ordinary things there, but how to use the World-Termination-Armour. As humankind’s most powerful weapon against the Demon Clan, only complete control of the World-Termination-Armour would allow it to operate at its fullest potential.

After a stint at the institute, she could only graduate after gaining the approval of a tutor from the institute. Upon graduation, most terminators who were engaged would get married. The minority would temporarily delay their marriage. However, they would ultimately have to hurry to the battlefield at the earliest moment and begin fulfilling the true value of a terminator.

Ji Fengyan listened quietly, then asked the Dark Guard when she could enter the institute.

“In one month’s time, the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon’s capital institute will begin taking in students. Miss Ji may enroll then. The Grand Tutor will arrange everything for Miss Ji,” the Dark Guard said.

When she heard that Xing Lou would make all the arrangements, Ji Fengyan’s emotions inevitably grew rather complex. It was not a feeling of resistance or rejection, but an indescribable helplessness and guilt.

After a few more words with the Dark Guard, Ji Fengyan reached the Ji house.

The Ji family had been completely subdued by her. When they saw that Ji Fengyan had returned, each one treated her with great caution.

Just as Ji Fengyan was about to return to her room, she glimpsed a familiar figure at the entrance of the mansion. A pair of beautiful eyes met Ji Fengyan’s eyes.

“Little Liu Huo…” When Ji Fengyan saw little Liu Huo, the day’s irritations vanished without a trace. Without waiting for Liu Huo to speak, Ji Fengyan reached out to hug his shoulders and leaned limply against him as if she had lost all her strength.

Liu Huo’s body stiffened a little, but he still reached over to support her under her armpits.

“People are really annoying…” Ji Fengyan could not help but sigh. Her goal was very simple—to refine her inner core in peace and cultivate her vital energy, then carry on with Tribulation Transcendence. But…

Contrary to her desires, she was reincarnated in an alternate world and had been unavoidably drawn into its conflicts.

Hence, the road to achieving her goal had become increasingly fraught with difficulty…

Having to deal with so many trivial matters was a form of torture to Ji Fengyan, who was accustomed to simplicity.

Sometimes, she did not wish to argue or strive…

To her, everything was transient. The lifespan of an immortal cultivator was very long. Even if she did not attain the world of immortal cultivators, she could still watch the world go by. After a hundred years, all these people who were striving so hard would be nothing but dry bones, but she would still be standing.

She did not know why she argued with these people who would become dry bones. But for now, she was forced into the argument.

She was reluctant to strive, but it did not mean that she would be a meek worm that submitted to oppression without complaint.

Liu Huo did not know why Ji Fengyan had these thoughts. He thought the discussion of her marriage arrangements caused them and did not feel it was appropriate to say more. He only supported her in silence.

“Tell me, do you think I’m too nice?” Ji Fengyan mumbled.

Liu Huo nodded silently.

Ji Fengyan suddenly stood up, looked at Liu Huo, and pinched his little nose.

“Very well, I won’t be so nice next time.”