Chapter 44: Storm Brewing
Transtor: Krukist
If he khat made things simpler.
Lin Yu’s rea seemed natural to Han Ya. Records paihe Spirit-Dev Physique as a harbinger of camity—aexts dubbed it the “Camity Body,” a loar of misfortune.
She smiled, soothing him. “o tense up. At the Academy, you’ll get the treatment you deserve. Hide it well, and few will spot your physique.”
Before, she’d doubted Shuitian’s choice—could Lin Yu hahe Dining Pavilion’s weight? Now, she saw the genius in it. No wonder Shuitian stood tallest among the three Puye.
Sighing inwardly, she figured he meant te Lin Yu in pressure’s crucible—a Spirit-Devourer’s potential was boundless. Recalling her probe into Lin Yu’s past, he’d never shown signs of it. “ he mask it?” She g him—no trace of that nature…
Wait. Her eyes widened. “You’ve stepped into ranked Body F?”
Lin Yu, still dazed, thought she was digging deeper. With a wry grin, “With a stroke of luck like this, being a Body Fer’s no surprise.”
“Pity, such a pity…” Han Ya’s gaze softened with regret. “This m, your physique stood out—strohan most, but unranked. You forced a ton of spiritual essence just now, didn’t you?”
His heart jolted. *She’s that sharp? Saw through my essence grab?* With Han Ya’s unfathomable power and Lin Ling’er beside him, he could only nod. “Yeah, that happened…”
“You could’ve waited. With a Spirit-Dev Physique, the Mystic Martialist path would take you farther…”
*Spirit-Dev Physique?* Lin Yu blinked, pieg it together—Han Ya had misread him. The inal’s memories held no such term. Lin Chaodong’s library brimmed with medical tomes, not physique lore. Still, the name clicked—akin to his system’s energy siphoning?
Relief eased his gloom. “If I could, I’d aim for Body Fer too—but ditions didn’t allow…”
Lin Ling’er chimed in. “Master Han, you don’t know—when I took the entry test, Brother was there. He tried tons of times, but failed every check. He had to take anoderma Hall…” Her eyes dimmed, murmuring, “He always wao be a Mystic Martialist, his dream for years. But his physique blocked him—couldn’t draw in spiritual energy. Only these past few days gave him a shot.”
“If Father hadn’t left, he’d be thrilled…” Lin Ling’er knew Lin Chaodong’s long absence from the Savage Peaks likely meant doom. A tear slipped down her cheek.
Han Ya, her mentor and near kin, couldn’t bear it, pulling her into a hug. “I’ve heard of Master Lin’s tale. Good me good ends—he’s out there, alive.”
Lin Yu’s gaze hardened, resolute. “One day, I’ll storm the Savage Peaks and bring Father back whole. He went there for me.”
Han Ya nodded. “Records say Spirit-Dev Physiques vary—some awaken early, some te. You’re a te bloomer, so folks thought you had no talent.” She sighed. “Such a shame. Had I known back when Ling’er joined me, I’d have taken you too…”
She assumed Lin Yu’s Mystic Martialist flops stemmed from crushi failures, settling him for Body Fer. “No matter—Body Fers have promise. Sure, folks think they’re lesser than Mystic Martialists, but exceptio. Some dual-train—called Martial Mystics.”
She smiled faintly. “Bit early for that talk. As Vice Head, you’re not a student, but your rank at the Academy’s high. You’ll see—any training snag, ask the branch Elders.”
Lin Yu cut in. “Master Han, I crossed Situ g from the Situ —he’s a Body F Institute Elder…”
“Our Academy’s core is free learning. Ask, and no one’ll turn you down,” Han Ya waved off. “I get your worries—Situ g’s a brute outside. I’s different—”
*But I heard he maimed a student’s limbs!* Lin Yu’s mouth twitched, swallowing the retort.
The carriage rolled on—
Meanwhile, at Heavenly Cloud Academy, a csh brewed in the Dining Pavilion’s grand hall. Seven figures, each from one of the city’s Seve Houses, sat in two rows, trading barbs.
One snapped, “ Shuitian’s move stinks—he’s mog us. A First-Grade Spirit Chef as Vice Head?”
“He’s spitting on us. If word spreads that seven Third-Grade Spirit Chefs take orders from a First-Grader, I’m done.”
“I say we act—when this Lin Yu kid shows, end him quick. Send Shuitian a message…”
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