Kyoto.
The heart of the Great Xia Kingdom.
The high-speed train slowly pulled into the special platform at Kyoto Central Station.
The doors opened.
The crowd surged in like a flood breaking through a dam.
Too many people.
Su Yu, carrying that faded old canvas bag on his back, followed closely behind Lin Xiaoxiao.
Surrounded by people everywhere.
The ebb and flow of qi and blood pulsed continuously.
Formal martial artists, rare to see in Jiangcheng, were as common here as cabbages at a vegetable market.
In fact, Su Yu, relying on his sharp martial senses, could clearly detect the occasional fleeting aura of a Grandmaster-level powerhouse within the crowd.
The waters of Kyoto were indeed deep.
Any random passerby here could probably dominate a region back in Jiangcheng.
“What are you spacing out for?”
A soft, fair hand suddenly reached out without warning.
It grabbed Su Yu’s wrist.
Then, naturally slid down.
And firmly clasped his palm.
Fingers intertwined.
Su Yu’s body stiffened slightly.
He lowered his head to look at the hand tightly holding his.
Then he looked up at Lin Xiaoxiao walking ahead.
The girl’s ponytail swayed back and forth among the crowd.
Her ears were flushed red, as if they might bleed.
Yet she stubbornly held her head high, putting on a calm, casual expression as if she were just surveying the scene.
“There are too many people.”
Without turning her head, Lin Xiaoxiao’s voice carried a hint of forced calm.
“Kyoto train station is like a maze.”
“You’re a country bumpkin from Jiangcheng. If you get lost, where am I supposed to find you?”
“Hold tight. Don’t run off!”
Her tone was self-righteous.
A trace of helplessness flashed in Su Yu’s deep eyes.
He gave a gentle tug.
But didn’t break free.
Lin Xiaoxiao used her qi and blood.
With a qi value of 406, not much compared to Su Yu, but enough to lock his fingers tightly.
It was a clear “Dare to pull away and I’ll make you regret it” stance.
“Classmate Lin,”
Su Yu sighed, lowering his voice.
“This… isn’t really appropriate.”
In public.
Two eighteen-year-olds, fingers entwined.
No matter how you looked at it, it didn’t seem like a purely platonic classmate relationship.
“What’s wrong with that!”
Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around.
Her pure, beautiful eyes wide open, glaring.
Like a proud little leopard who just had her tail stepped on.
She abruptly stopped walking.
Turned fully to face Su Yu.
Those clear, pretty eyes locked onto him fiercely.
Not only did she not loosen her grip, but her five fingers clenched tighter, gripping Su Yu’s hand even harder!
“What’s wrong with it!”
Chin raised, she unleashed the kind of unreasonable, domineering aura typical of a top-tier noble daughter.
Self-righteous.
Every word was sharp and resolute.
“You called me ‘sis’ on the train just now!”
“An older sister holding her little brother’s hand to keep him from getting lost…”
“That’s only natural!”
“Why are you dodging? Do you think I’d actually eat you or something?”
Her rapid-fire retort completely shut down Su Yu’s objections.
Watching the girl’s forced composure mixed with a stubborn, persistent streak,
Su Yu sighed inwardly.
He knew Lin Xiaoxiao’s pride was extremely strong.
If he forcibly pulled away now, it would embarrass her terribly.
Forget it.
Let her hold on.
It’s not like it costs me anything.
“Fine.”
Su Yu gave up struggling and let her lead the way.
“You take the lead.”
Su Yu felt the resistance in his hand vanish.
A smile finally tugged at the corner of Lin Xiaoxiao’s lips.
It was a bright, triumphant smile.
“That’s more like it!”
She turned around and resumed leading the way ahead.
Her steps became noticeably lighter.
Her ponytail traced joyous arcs through the air.
Ten minutes later.
The two of them finally squeezed through the VIP exit of the train station.
The sunlight in Kyoto seemed even more dazzling than in Jiangcheng.
Outside the station square.
There was no extravagant fleet of luxury cars as one might have imagined.
Only a single, extremely low-key black sedan was quietly parked by the roadside.
Beside the car stood a man.
Dressed in simple casual clothes.
Arms crossed over his chest.
Wearing a gentle smile as he watched the two emerging figures.
The moment Su Yu’s gaze landed on this man,
his pupils instantly contracted!
His entire body tensed uncontrollably to the extreme!
Danger!
Utmost danger!
Since his arrival in this world, this was the first time Su Yu had felt such an intense, soul-deep shudder of warning!
Even when facing Lei Potian, the head of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association and a Grandmaster,
Su Yu had only acknowledged his strength.
But this man before him—
was different.
He stood there without any visible aura or energy radiating from him.
He looked like an ordinary neighborly uncle.
Yet, to Su Yu’s extraordinarily sharp senses,
this man was no ordinary human!
He was an insurmountable abyss!
A blazing sun capable of incinerating all things at any moment!
Majestic.
Vast.
Unfathomable.
Lei Potian’s hundred thousand points of vital energy were like a single drop in an endless ocean compared to this man!
“Dad!”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s cheerful voice broke through Su Yu’s shock.
She released Su Yu’s hand and fluttered over like a young swallow.
Hugging the man’s arm tightly.
“Why did you come to pick me up yourself!”
Dad?
Su Yu stood rooted in place, taking a deep breath.
Forcing down the wildly alarmed energy surging through his body.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s father.
The head of one of Kyoto’s top aristocratic families.
Su Yu’s mind rapidly reviewed the martial ranks of this world.
Martial Artist, Martial Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Sovereign...
To make a Grandmaster look like a drop of water,
he had to be at least a Martial Emperor, or even a Martial Sovereign!
A terrifying powerhouse standing atop the pyramid of the entire Daxia nation!
One man capable of ruling a country!
Father Lin affectionately ruffled his daughter’s hair.
“My precious girl was admitted to Kyoto Martial University with the second highest score in Jiangcheng. How could her old man not come to pick her up in person?”
His voice was warm and mellow.
Without an ounce of arrogance.
Then,
Father Lin lifted his head, his gaze passing over his daughter’s shoulder.
Falling on Su Yu.
That look—
held no pressure.
No probing.
Just a calm, steady gaze.
But Su Yu felt as if some supreme being was seeing right through him, inside and out.
“Uncle Lin,”
Su Yu greeted respectfully, neither humble nor servile.
His back straightened.
His hands naturally hanging at his sides.
Facing a Martial Sovereign, he showed no trace of fear or flattery.
Father Lin looked at the young man before him.
A gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Su Yu.”
“I’ve heard about you from Xiaoxiao.”
He extended his hand first.
“Lin Zhengtian.”
“Xiaoxiao’s father.”
There was none of that arrogant superiority typical of prestigious families.
Nor was there any of the usual clichés from cheap novels, where the powerful immediately exert pressure to test the protagonist.
He knew everything about Su Yu.
An orphan from Jiang City.
A top scholar with perfect scores in both literature and martial arts.
An eighteen-year-old martial artist.
He even knew about the destruction of the Zhao family in Jiang City just two nights ago.
Lin Zhengtian grasped Su Yu’s hand.
A touch and then he withdrew.
“Quite the talent.”
Lin Zhengtian smiled as he gave his brief assessment.
Just five simple words.
But inside Lin Zhengtian’s heart, a storm was raging!
What did the intelligence reports say?
Three days.
From 0.8 vitality points, soaring all the way to a thousand points at the martial artist level?
Nonsense!
Lin Zhengtian silently cursed in a rare outburst.
The spies responsible for gathering intelligence in Jiang City were all useless!
Breaking through to a thousand vitality points in three days?
Even swallowing the inner core of a ninth-rank divine beast couldn’t achieve such a leap in that short a time!
Even if one forced the body to absorb it successfully,
the vitality would inevitably be inflated and unstable, with the meridians on the brink of collapse at any moment.
But!
Although Lin Zhengtian had only glanced at Su Yu briefly and held his hand,
he was a Martial Sovereign!
His perception was terrifyingly sharp.
He could clearly see that the thousand vitality points within Su Yu’s body—
Condensed!
Dense!
As solid and steady as a millennia-old rock!
Unshakable!
This was no flash-in-the-pan breakthrough achieved in three days.
This was clearly the result of countless days and nights of grinding, forged through relentless trials, step by step, building an unparalleled foundation!
“Good kid…”
Lin Zhengtian looked at Su Yu’s weathered, calm face.
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