I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes - Chapter 32
Chapter 32 The Art of Spirit_1
Translator: 549690339
“Senior Sister, take care.”
In front of the station, Pei Jinye bid farewell to Li Xiaoyin, with Tang Huoyang also present.
“Don’t worry, Sister Xiao Yong, with me here, no one dares to bully him, but he seems to be even fiercer than me, haha.”
Li Xiaoyin couldn’t help but laugh wryly, waving her hand, “Go back, I should get on the train. I hope to hear of your great names in Dragon City in the future.”
“When will you come back, Senior Sister?”
“I won’t be back anytime soon; there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Dragon City, and I have to hurry to catch up with them.”
A train whistle pierced through the station.
Li Xiaoyin waved, shouldered a backpack, and boarded the floating train.
Pei Jinye and Tang Huoyang watched as the train departed.
A moment passed.
Tang Huoyang broke the silence, “Going to the martial arts field?”
“Not today,” Pei Jinye shook his head.
Tang Huoyang looked over.
Pei Jinye made an excuse, “There’s something at home, but I will go in the afternoon. Are you coming?”
“Yes! I’ll wait for you then!”
After arranging a time with Pei Jinye, the two separated.
Pei Jinye took a car alone, winding around the slums of Da Peng City for a while before finally changing into different clothes and appearing in an abandoned factory wearing a mask.
Just this morning, Silver Art sent him a message out of the blue, proposing a private meeting at a separate location.
The location Pei Jinye chose was for safety’s sake—no surveillance and easy to escape from.
Upon Pei Jinye’s arrival, he didn’t see anyone else.
Suddenly, a pebble fell down.
He looked up to see a figure on the second floor of the factory gesturing for him to come over.
Pei Jinye walked over.
“Another mission?”
He casually surveyed his surroundings as if trying to discern something.
Silver Art took a book out of his jacket, “No mission. I contacted you personally.”
Pei Jinye was taken aback, “What is this?”
Silver Art didn’t speak and, with apparent shyness, thrust the book into Pei Jinye’s arms without explanation.
Pei Jinye opened it and showed a puzzled expression.
“Solid Yuan Technique”, based on the world as its foundation and using spiritual power as the bridge, this Secret Technique should be practiced at the dawn of sun and moon. Over time and with accumulation, it can enhance spiritual power….”
Pei Jinye froze.
It was actually a Technique for enhancing spiritual power.
He looked up in astonishment.
Silver Art scratched his head, “Can it be cultivated? My merits were only enough to buy this….”
Pei Jinye fell silent for a moment.
“Old Silver, you’ve given all your merits to me, what about you?”
Silver Art twisted his hair into the shape of a unicorn’s horn, naively and innocently said, “I don’t need it. My Skills seem to be all inside my head. Although I’ve lost my memory, it doesn’t hinder my use of them.”
Pei Jinye felt envious.
He clutched the technique manual.
After a moment of silence, he said solemnly, “Thanks, you’ve really helped me out.”
Silver Art smiled foolishly, “As long as I can help you, that’s fine. I’ve said before, you’re my teammate.”
Pei Jinye looked at his naive expression and felt a complex emotion, asking tentatively, “Silver Art, why did you join the Old Gods Association?”
“Why?” Silver Art paused, “Do I need to know why? When I woke up, they just told me that I was a member of the Old Gods Association….”
Pei Jinye frowned slightly.
Could he have been tricked into joining?
“Are you happy now?”
“Happy… what is that?” Silver Art looked puzzled, tilting his head.
Pei Jinye paused, “It’s like how you felt when I said thank you.”
“Then… no,” Silver Art hesitated, shaking his head, yet still not understanding, “Why do I need to be happy?”
“Because it’s one of the most basic human emotions.”
Silver Art’s brain seemed unable to grasp this concept.
But Pei Jinye didn’t press further.
Even with Lan Feng’s memories, he didn’t have much interaction with Silver Art. This Old Gods Association member called Silver Art appeared to be extremely mysterious.
However, no matter who he really was, at least for now… he had indeed done Pei Jinye a great favor.
“Old Silver, I’m not just being polite, but I really appreciate it.”
“Demon King, what do you mean by ‘just being polite’?”
“Uh… it’s like…”
On the open-air rooftop of the abandoned factory.
Silver Art, his face full of curiosity, pressed for an answer.
Pei Jinye held his head, looking constipated.
“Stop it, Old Silver, my head hurts.”
“Why?”
“Shut up….”
“Phew”
Back in his accommodations, Pei Jinye exhaled lightly.
Since returning from the abandoned factory, he had been immersed in studying the “Solid Yuan Technique”.
He slid open his attribute panel.
[Skill]: Basic Breathing Method (Minor Achievement 97.6%); Shock (Minor Achievement 5%); Blood Guiding Art (Beginner 89.6%); Dream Hypnosis (Minor Achievement 1%); King Kong Indestructible (Beginner 1%); Psychic·Locking Technique (Beginner 0.1%); Solidifying Yuan Technique (Beginner 0.1%).
“The road ahead is still long…”
Pei Jinye’s face was a mix of emotions.
The Psychic·Locking Technique primarily for defense, and the Solidifying Yuan Technique was to enhance spiritual power.
With a thought,
Pei Jinye discovered a new line slowly appearing on his attribute panel.
[Psychic Power]: 5-5.
“Is this the amount of my psychic power?”
“What the hell is Black Shark doing, his Appraisal Technique is the slowest.”
Disdain….
One o’clock in the afternoon.
Bronze Association.
Pei Jinye arrived as promised.
Tang Huoyang had arrived at an unknown time and was chatting with a tall female student in the practice arena.
Seeing Pei Jinye appear, Tang Huoyang waved him over: “Old Pei.”
The tall female student also looked over.
As Pei Jinye approached, Tang Huoyang eagerly introduced them: “Old Pei, this is Sun Ruofan, Sun the Great Beauty. She’s also from your No. 2 Middle School.”
“You’re from No. 2 Middle School too?” Sun Ruofan asked, surprised.
Pei Jinye nodded: “Hello.”
Sun Ruofan was forthcoming, reaching out her hand: “Sun Ruofan. I’m from Class 1. How about you?”
“Class 17.” Pei Jinye shook her hand.
The two merely exchanged a polite handshake and then let go.
After reflecting for a moment, Sun Ruofan realized she didn’t have any impression of Pei Jinye and, very considerately, nodded to Tang Huoyang: “I’ll let you two get to it then. I’ve got some things to attend to.”
After speaking, she didn’t forget to nod at Pei Jinye as a gesture of respect.
Once she left, Tang Huoyang looped an arm around Pei Jinye’s shoulder, with a sly expression: “So, what do you think?”
“What do you mean ‘what do I think’?” asked Pei Jinye, puzzled.
“About Sun Ruofan. I heard she’s from your school, so I set up this accidental meeting on purpose. Bro, this is all the help I can offer; the rest is up to you.”
Pei Jinye was speechless.
Tang Huoyang added in a low voice: “Sun Ruofan’s family really has mines. She’s low-key, and you might not realize how rich her family is… And look, she’s wearing Inhouse Student clothes, but she actually hasn’t awakened yet…”
“She joined the Inhouse without awakening?” Pei Jinye raised his eyebrows.
Tang Huoyang chuckled: “That’s Old Chang’s way of dealing with interpersonal relationships for you.”
Pei Jinye was astonished.
Tang Huoyang whispered: “Not many people know Sun Ruofan’s background, and she doesn’t share her father’s surname. She’s sociable and down-to-earth in her daily life, a graceful and tasteful girl. You’ll be graduating next year, and if you cultivate your relationship well during this time, when college comes around…heh heh heh.”
Pei Jinye: “Brother Yang, at this moment, my perception of you has shattered.”
Tang Huoyang was taken aback.
Pei Jinye waved his hand dismissively, “My heart is without a woman, thus my cultivation is naturally divine.”
“Damn! You’re playing the saint now, huh!”
