This Damned Thirst for Survival

With that one sentence, even though Feng Li’s words were still strong, Jiang Luo’s affection for him skyrocketed.

He forced a smile from the corners of his eyes, and, fearing that it might be seen, he buried his head and covered his face.

Whether or not Feng Li is able to disillusion Chi You, with his words, Jiang Luo has to draw Chi You out for a spin in front of Feng Li.

Although Jiang Luo prefers to be the one to scare Chi You, if Feng Li wants to give him a ‘surprise’, he is more than welcome to do so.

His long hair disclosed, blocking the side of his face. Jiang Luo’s expression was so tightly concealed by himself that Feng Li’s eyes could see it as a depressed and gloomy look.

But even though he was so upset, Feng Li did not feel the least bit soft. On the contrary, the evil spirit that had made such a gifted disciple of the clan so obsessed had already moved him to kill.

Feng Li’s face is cold, burying his murderous intent, and no one can see it.

On arrival at the hotel, Jiang Luo was the first to step out of the car.

With the window down, Feng Li asked lightly, “When are you going back to school?”

Jiang Luo is also unsure: “Probably tomorrow.”

Feng Li nodded, watched the dark-haired young man bow to him and gently turned to walk back towards the hotel.

It was only when the dark-haired young man’s hair disappeared between the walls of the building that Feng Li withdrew his gaze, his tone slightly colder, “Who is his master.”

The driver said respectfully, “It’s Chen Pi.”

Chen Pi was a disciple of the Old Master, and Feng Li’s excellent memory still held a few impressions of this man, but these impressions did not soften his attitude one bit, as he said coldly like ice: “Rubbish.”

The driver did not look up, listening quietly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the two first disciples took their leave carefully.

Feng Li and the driver are the only two people left in the car.

“Feng Li raised his eyes, his eyes like a blade reflected in the rear-view mirror, “He has a great treasure in his hand but treats it like a broom, how can Jiang Luo be used by the Feng family when he is treated like this? ”

Few of the twelve universities have any direct disciples from any of the six great schools.

The truly gifted and one in a million talents are all hidden away by the six great sects as a reserve. Zhuo Zhongqiu’s case is one of the very few, and she is not just studying for the sake of studying, she is also carrying the burden of recruiting talent for the Zhuo family.

Jiang Luo’s conspicuous presence in the competition was noticed by many from the first level, and after the second level, only more people would discover Jiang Luo’s talent.

Although Jiang Luo carries the reputation of being a disciple of the Feng family, he is not close to the Feng family. If someone else’s sect had wanted to woo Jiang Luo, Jiang Luo might not have been tempted.

The car is silent, a pin drop can be heard. Feng Li breathes slowly and his Yu Guang glances to his side, where a long black hair remains on the seat.

He reached out and picked up the thin hair with two fingers. Feng Li shook his hand gently and the hair seemed to come to life, desperately trying to break free from his fingers.

A fierce and steadfast nature.

Feng Li raises his other hand and bends down with a gentle pressure on his hair.

This finger, which did not seem much stronger than crushing an ant, was as heavy as a thousand pounds, bending the hair so hard that it was about to reach the bottom.

But as the hair was about to bend completely, there was a small “click” and the hair snapped in two.

Feng Li releases his palm, his eyes darkening as he looks at the two broken pieces of hair.

It is better to be broken for the sake of the jade than for the sake of the tile.

“When you return, tell Chen Pi to bring Jiang Luo to see me,” Feng Li’s face was hidden in the shadows as he said faintly, “and tell him that I will accept Jiang Luo as my first disciple.”

*

When Jiang Luo returned, Lu Youyi was still watching a TV series.

He ordered fried chicken takeaway and asked him vaguely as he nibbled on a chicken leg, “Back so soon?”

Jiang Luo walks over to him and picks up a chicken nugget to munch on with him, laughing as he eats.

Lu Youyi wondered, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jiang Luo endured a laugh, “nothing good has happened.”

Lu Youyi was convinced, “The results are coming out at eight tonight.”

Jiang Luo : “After the results are in, we leave Yun Nan tomorrow?”

Lu Youyi : “Yeah, Mr Wan has booked a flight for tomorrow. He said there’s a good chance that the top three in the second level will be us again, so we need to run away quickly so we don’t get sacked by the others.”

Jiang Luo : “…… What a thoughtful teacher.”

Lu Youyi excitedly took out his tablet, “I’ve wanted to watch the replay of our match before, but I’m afraid to watch it alone, Jiang Luo, can you join me?

Jiang Luo was also a bit curious as he cleared out the table and crooked his finger at Lu Youyi, “Come.”

Lu Youyi logged on to the official website, which is only accessible to insiders, and the live videos of the 130 contestants were ranked from top to bottom in terms of popularity, with Jiang Luo’s live video at the top.

Lu Youyi clicked in and the two men watched intently, but when they saw Jiang Luo lying in bed asleep, they both drew in a breath in unison.

As Jiang Luo slept, a bloodstain appeared abruptly on the post above his bed, and a female ghost, bathed in blood, appeared beside his bed, looking down at him eerily.

Jiang Luo never knew that he had slept with Wang Xinhui staring at him for two nights, and even he felt a chill at the back of his neck for a moment.

There were so many videos of the contestants that they couldn’t watch them all, so they only watched the ones they knew. Lu Youyi rubbed his chin and thought seriously for a rare moment, “According to this trend, Jiang Luo, you’re going to win the first place.”

After saying that, he doggedly said, “Take me flying on the next level.”

Jiang Luo couldn’t help but smile, “Let’s see how you do.”

Lu Youyi diligently squeezes his shoulders.

The live video reaches its end and the scene flashes past the many staff and police outside the school. Jiang Luo sees a familiar face in the crowd and drags his progress back, hitting the pause button just in time.

” Lu Youyi ,” Jiang Luo stared at the screen, “this man is the owner of the funeral shop?”

Lu Youyi looked in, “It’s him, I saw him when I picked up the takeaway two hours ago.”

Jiang Luo asked, “Is he staying in this hotel too?”

After receiving the positive result, Jiang Luo smiled languidly and stood up, “I’ll go and have a chat with him and be back before the results are announced.”

Lu Youyi asks, “What do we talk about?”

Jiang Luo smiled grimly as he touched his yin and yang ring, “Talk about him selling counterfeit products.”

The owner of the funeral parlour was quite distinctive in appearance and Jiang Luo found his room after asking a few people.

The funeral shop owner was visibly surprised when he opened the door to Jiang Luo, “You wanted to see me for something?”

Jiang Luo said slowly, “Let me ask you a question.”

The funeral shop owner looked him up and down and opened the doorway, “Come in.”

The undertaker’s room was not lit up, only a few small lights to enhance the atmosphere. Jiang Luo walks around the table and sits down, the undertaker slouched in a rocking chair by the balcony, still sounding like he is about to break, “Go ahead, what question do you want advice on.”

“Boss, how does the Yin Yang ring work?” Jiang Luo said, “To put it bluntly.”

The funeral shop owner opened one eye, “The Yin-Yang ring, as the name suggests, is between the intersection of Yin and Yang.”

He said slowly, “Do you know why you can see the Ring of Yin and Yang?”

Jiang Luo said, “Do I have good eyes?”

The boss said, “You’ve had good luck.”

Jiang Luo, who has had a series of unlucky events, is in tears, “Am I lucky?”

“This fortune is not the same fortune,” said the boss, “the fortune I’m talking about is your fortune in yin things.”

“When the Yin-Yang ring was hidden, not everyone could see it. It’s just that now that you’re wearing it on your hand, there’s yang energy attraction for it to be visible to yang people.”

Jiang Luo frowned, “Then why can I see it?”

The undertaker looked at him deeply, “Because you have a special constitution.”

Jiang Luo raised an eyebrow, “Hmm?”

“It is rare to find a body with the energy of death and a soul with the energy of yang, intertwining yin and yang,” said the boss, “You happen to match the properties of the Yin-Yang Ring, and this is how you can see it.”

Jiang Luo’s heart jumped, but his face did not look different as he said, “What does it mean to have a dead body and a yang soul?”

The boss yawned, “Literally, you have an outstanding talent and a promising future.”

Jiang Luo’s heart beat a little faster as he tries, “Is such a physique dangerous?”

“What danger can there be?” The boss said, “Your divine soul fits into your body, and the yin and yang have merged just right. Other people have one life, you have one life, so as long as you don’t get into any trouble, how could there be any danger.”

It looked like the fact that his soul was an outsider was not apparent to the undertaker.

Jiang Luo dropped his heart and returned to the original question, “So how can the Yin-Yang ring be opened?”

The boss held out two fingers, “There are two ways, one is to let your elders do the magic to open the Yin Yang Ring. This method is safe and reliable, but the Yin-Yang Ring can mostly only be used as a defensive magic weapon, with an additional effect of exorcising demons and suppressing evil at most.”

“The other,” the boss looked meaningfully at Jiang Luo , “is when you yourself are in a near-death state of life and death, as a way to stimulate life and open the Yin-Yang ring.”

“I don’t really know what a Yin-Yang ring opened like this is like,” the boss whispered, “but if it’s opened successfully, it’s a big killer.”

There is just a good chance that if I am not careful, I will be dead before the Yin-Yang Ring is opened.

Jiang Luo said calmly, “Thanks for the information.”

He excused himself and went back to his room and, when Lu Youyi was not looking, went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

He looked in the mirror and thought about his boss’s words.

Do you still need to choose between being safe or getting stronger? Jiang Luo, of course, is the latter.

Jiang Luo has experienced the near-death state many times, is he still afraid?

He sensibly set the alarm clock and posted Fu Lu around the room so that some nasty and vicious evil spirit wouldn’t attack his door when he wasn’t expecting it. He turned on the hose again and filled the bath with water.

While the tub was filling up, he filled the sink with water as well, turned on his phone stopwatch and then buried his face in the sink.

The clear water was over the tip of his nose and over his ears. Jiang Luo closes his eyes and after a moment jerks his head up, gasping for air.

Taking a look at his phone, it showed that he had been holding his breath for a minute and a half.

Jiang Luo set a two-minute alarm based on the time he held his breath this time and then closed his shirt and lay down in the cold water.

Jiang Luo closed his eyes as he watched his hair fluttering like a ghost in the water, his mood surprisingly calm, with a hint of imperceptible madness.

The two-minute countdown on the phone begins.