The emergence of these spells further convinced Ding Huan of his conjecture that Immortal Gods did exist.
Otherwise, how could these spells be explained?
Since arriving in Pu Hai, Ding Huan had been worried about being detected by powerful beings, mainly because he lacked means to protect his life.
Now that he had these spells, how could he not hurry to learn them?
He looked at his own arm, realizing its self-healing ability still needed to be tested.
His Wind Blade Skill was not yet proficient; at least Ding Huan had not mastered it fully, and he dared not casually inflict it on himself, lest he accidentally chop off an arm and bring tragedy upon himself.
After some thought, Ding Huan still took a fruit knife and slashed his arm.
Although he cut deeply, the blood only slowly seeped out.
In a few seconds, the bleeding stopped, and Ding Huan watched as his wound appeared to slowly heal in less than a minute.
"Amazing," Ding Huan exclaimed in surprise.
In just a minute, the wound began to heal.
Most crucially, this wound healed differently from ordinary wounds; it did not scab over nor did it itch.
The wound healed directly. Could there be any more miraculous healing ability than this?
Five minutes later, Ding Huan rinsed the wound with water.
The place he had cut now only had a faint trace left.
Even Ding Huan himself was astonished by this healing ability.
...
The gains today were tremendously significant, and it took Ding Huan a while to calm himself down.
Then Ding Huan packed his belongings, checked out of his room, and compensated for the damaged items at their listed prices.
The hotel staff was puzzled by why Ding Huan had cleaved the bedside table in half, but since he compensated according to the price, what could they do?
After checking out, Ding Huan specially bought a tent and went to the still-under-construction Pu Xin Park in Pu Hai.
Ever since the environmental mutation and the outbreak of Genetic Beasts, this park had halted construction.
In this era, who else frequents parks?
Everyone is hustling just to stay alive.
No one knows whether death or tomorrow will come first.
Thus, the vast wetlands park had now turned into a wilderness, even harboring some Genetic Beasts.
Ding Huan set up his tent casually and began practicing the Fireball Technique, Wind Blade Skill, and Wind Control Skill.
Since he had come to Pu Hai, naturally he couldn’t leave empty-handed.
Before leaving, he planned to roam around the Genetic Alliance’s local base, so mastering these simple spells was very useful.
The Wind Blade Skill was quite straightforward, and Ding Huan succeeded on his first try.
The Fireball Technique was a bit more challenging. If casting a Fireball Technique took half a minute to condense, it wouldn’t be practical in a fight.
This kind of spells required speed, ferocity, and accuracy.
Ding Huan continuously practiced the Fireball Technique and Wind Blade Skill.
From the moment he condensed his first fireball, Ding Huan’s progress was nearly divine, becoming able to cast the Fireball Technique instantly within just three days.
As for the Wind Blade Skill, he gained even more precise control.
The only weaker skill was the Wind Control Skill, which indeed required more time to master.
In three days, aside from a few vehicles, Ding Huan didn’t see anyone passing by this area.
For Ding Huan, this place was perfect for practicing spells.
...
At the Pu Hai Martial Arts Square, the second round of assessments had ended.
Fang Chong, Li Wanran, and Lv Zi were still among the top five.
The comparatively more introverted Lv Zi remained in first place, Alvin ranked second, Li Wanran third, Ai Xi fourth, and Fang Chong fifth.
All top five contestants achieved a double S rating.
This ranking caused a loss of face for many renowned universities in Hua Xia, as none of their students made the top five.
Except for Yujiang University, the accumulation of results from other schools in Hua Xia placed the best score in sixth place.
The scores for the first two rounds were one S and an A, which was significantly weaker compared to the top five.
The third round of assessments was scheduled a day later.
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After two rounds, there were both joys and sorrows among different families.
Regardless, Yujiang University was delighted, and even the leaders from Luoh River City were overjoyed, prompting some to make special trips to Pu Hai to offer their congratulations and support.
The outstanding Yujiang University students, Fang Chong, Li Wanran, and Lv Zi, naturally took advantage of this occasion to reunite with their families.
At this point, not just Yujiang University, but all of Pu Hai City focused on these three students.
As the parents of the three students, they naturally received invitations from various parties.
The leaders from Luoh River City came to Pu Hai to meet them, asking them to gather together with their children.
Geng Qianxing thought about the three students practicing the Thousand Networks Gene Technique and Basic Boxing. With such capabilities, they should have no problem handling the third and fourth rounds of assessments.
He simply let the three students relax and enjoy the joy of their success with their families.
Alone in his room, Geng Qianxing was still pondering his notebook, which had been a source of anxiety ever since it was taken away.
Strangely, after the notebook was taken, there had been no news of it.
Now, with three students absent, Geng Qianxing had been cultivating the Thousand Webs Gene Technique for a while, but his heart wasn’t fully in it.
Just then, there was a knock on the room’s door.
Geng Qianxing opened the door and looked puzzledly at a young girl standing at the doorway.
The girl looked haggard, with even a bloodstain on her forehead, and her eyes were lifeless.
"May I ask who you are looking for?" Geng Qianxing asked.
Yujiang University’s outstanding performance meant that most visitors looking for Geng Qianxing and his three students were stopped.
Now, someone still came, it must be someone capable.
Could it be because of his stamina gene? Thinking of this, Geng Qianxing tensed up.
"You are Mr. Geng, right?" The haggard girl asked politely.
Geng Qianxing nodded, "Yes, that’s me."
"My name is Qu Fei, I am here to find Mr. Ding Huan."
The visitor was Qu Fei, who had not believed in Ding Huan before; she had advised Qu Yi more than once not to interact with Ding Huan, and yet now she was the one seeking him out.
Even she felt the irony.
Previously, she indeed did not believe in Ding Huan, but the three students mentored by Ding Huan had both rounds of assessments graded as S.
By the time she believed Ding Huan was truly capable, she couldn’t even meet him anymore.
Many common folk still believed that the emergence of three extraordinary students at Yujiang University was partly due to Geng Qianxing’s efforts.
As a martial artist of Qu Jiuyi’s caliber, she had some insight, and according to her, the success of the three students was entirely because of Ding Huan.
Sadly, she had not believed Ding Huan’s words before and had sabotaged Qu Yi’s future.
Qu Fei and Qu Yi had always followed Qu Jiuyi, so Qu Fei also knew part of the truth—that the truly capable person was Ding Huan, not the present Mr. Geng.
Because of this, Qu Fei still harbored regrets.
"Ding Huan? He’s not in Pu Hai City," Geng Qianxing was even more puzzled.
Ding Huan was currently wanted, who didn’t know that, and yet she still came looking for him, what was this all about?
Qu Fei hastily said, "I know Mr. Ding Huan is not in Pu Hai City, but I have a letter that needs to be delivered to him."
"I can’t find him either," Geng Qianxing bluntly refused her request.
Qu Fei sighed and said,
"I am Qu Yi’s cousin; it was me who blocked several meetings between Yi Yi and Mr. Ding Huan. What I did wasn’t right, and it also harmed Yi Yi..."
Qu Yi?
Geng Qianxing had some recollection; on the first day of the first round of assessments, before Yujiang University even began, he had seen Qu Yi’s name on the big performance screen, ranked quite high.
It seemed like a B-level gene fusion.
"Are you saying Mr. Ding Huan knows Qu Yi?" Geng Qianxing was a bit uncertain.
He was quite familiar with Ding Huan, but he really didn’t know about Ding Huan’s past.
"Yes, when Mr. Ding left, he told Yi Yi that if Qu Yi ever faced difficulties, she could seek him out.
Now Qu Yi really is in trouble, and I could only come here to find Mr. Ding."
Qu Fei knew Ding Huan and Qu Yi probably hadn’t met; Qu Yi wouldn’t lie to her about such a matter.
She had found this place thanks to Uncle Jiu Yi reminding her on his deathbed.
Uncle Jiu Yi told her that since Ding Huan could cultivate three students with S-grade gene fusion in just three months, it showed his control over genetics far surpassed those supposed expert professors.
If it wasn’t for the Genetic Potion, nobody would believe it.
Qu Yi’s current situation required a strong genetic scholar; Qu Yi’s forced gene fusion had complications, and stabilizing her own genome was necessary for survival.
There might be a few people in the world who could save Qu Yi, but the only one they could ask for help was Ding Huan.
After saying this, Uncle Jiu Yi left.
To this day, Qu Fei still couldn’t forgive herself for blocking the meetings between Ding Huan and Qu Yi.
If Qu Yi had met with Ding Huan, would her assessment scores also have been double S? With double S scores, who would dare forcibly fuse Qu Yi’s genes?
"Tell you what, I’ll keep the letter, and if I meet Mr. Ding Huan, I will give it to him. If I don’t meet him, you can’t blame me," Geng Qianxing took the letter from Qu Fei’s hand.
"Thank you." Qu Fei bowed to Geng Qianxing and then turned to leave.
After Qu Fei left, Geng Qianxing still felt uneasy, but he didn’t know why.
After pacing around the room a few times, he heard the door being knocked again.
Geng Qianxing’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat; he immediately placed the letter on the bedside table and then went to open the door.
Two men didn’t even wait for Geng Qianxing to speak before they entered his room and closed the door after them.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Geng Qianxing asked apprehensively, retreating several steps.
At a glance, these two were not mild-mannered at all; both wore sunglasses and one was holding a bulging bag, unknown what it contained.
The one without the bag wore a long-sleeved shirt, his hand hidden inside his sleeve.
Geng Qianxing suspected the man had a gun in his hand.
"We are from the Genetic Alliance and we need Mr. Geng to cooperate with an investigation. Mr. Geng, please," the long-sleeved man said as he stepped aside to clear the doorway.
Geng Qianxing fell silent, knowing his resistance would be futile.
He could only blame himself for not heeding Ding Huan’s words.
These two men coming after him were most likely connected to his stamina gene and possibly even related to Ding Huan’s whereabouts.
(Today’s update ends here, goodnight friends!)