11: Chapter 11: Breakthrough in Favorability, Entry Stealing

Spiritual energy erupted beneath Mo Zixing's feet, and he rushed in front of Jiang Yuwei in the blink of an eye.

He wrapped his arm around Jiang Yuwei's slender waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace and drawing her to the side.

Simultaneously, his other hand swung his sword in a block, accurately striking the long saber flying toward them.

A crisp 'clang' echoed.

The long saber instantly veered off course, plunging into the ground nearby, its blade still vibrating with a hum.

Almost at the same time, Elder Wang Zheng's Foundation Establishment Stage spiritual power swept in, apprehending Zhang Xianning, who still wanted to charge forward.

It was exactly as he had expected.

Mo Zixing landed steadily while holding the person in his arms, his movements smooth and flowing throughout.

It was as if that life-and-death moment of peril was nothing more than a casual flick of his sleeve.

Sunlight spilled into the martial arts arena, striking Mo Zixing's profile and outlining the sharp lines of his face.

Jiang Yuwei was buried in his embrace, her nose filled with the faint scent of vegetation from her Senior Brother, her ear pressed against his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The near-death terror from a moment ago vanished the second he held her.

Nothing remained in her mind but him.

By the time Jiang Yuwei snapped out of it, her cheeks were flushed deep red, and even her ears were burning hot.

"Thank... thank you, Senior Brother, for saving me again."

She looked up, her eyes filled with an irrepressible sense of attraction and reliance.

In that moment, a thought even occurred to her.

As long as Senior Brother Mo was there, she would always be safe.

"Scared you, didn't it?"

Mo Zixing reached out and rubbed her head, his tone relaxed, though he was already impatient to open the System panel in his mind.

The five hearts at the very top of the panel were now all lit up.

A warm golden light illuminated the entire favorability bar.

[Jiang Yuwei's favorability is full. Prerequisite for additional rewards met.]

[Waiting for Host to obtain the primal yin. Upon completion, the locked target's [Loyalty] trait can be extracted, and an additional one-time personal Luck trait extraction with no consumption will be granted.]

It's finally full.

Designing this whole scheme wasn't a waste of effort after all.

Mo Zixing was in a great mood.

While the two were speaking in low voices, Elder Wang Zheng's face had turned so livid it looked like it could drip ink.

While he was on duty at the martial arts arena, someone actually dared to try and kill a fellow Disciple in broad daylight.

This was a slap to his face and, more importantly, a desecration of the Sect's rules.

Wang Zheng pinned Zhang Xianning to the ground, rendering him unable to move, and barked out a stern reprimand:

"Zhang Xianning!"

"In a public wagered spar, you dared to strike to kill a fellow Disciple after losing. You have no regard for the Sect's rules and possess a malicious heart."

He paused and announced loudly to the surroundings:

"This Elder declares once again: Mo Zixing is the winner of this spar!"

"According to the agreement made before the match, all property within Zhang Xianning's Storage Pouch is to be handed over to Mo Zixing."

"Furthermore, Zhang Xianning has violated the iron laws of the Sect and is to be imprisoned in the Hall of Discipline for three years as a warning to others!"

As his voice fell, the surrounding Disciples gasped; no one dared to plead for Zhang Xianning.

Attacking a fellow Disciple in public and even attempting an assault after the match had ended—

He deserved the punishment.

Two law enforcement Disciples immediately stepped forward and hauled up the limp Zhang Xianning from the ground.

At the same time, they tore the Storage Pouch from his waist and respectfully presented it to Mo Zixing.

Mo Zixing took it casually and glanced inside.

System windows popped up one by one, making it easy for him to tally his specific gains.

Good grief, although this guy didn't look like much, his family background was quite substantial.

Inside the Storage Pouch, there were actually over two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones neatly stacked.

There were also three bottles of Healing Pills and five bottles of Low Grade qi gathering pills.

qi gathering pills weren't cheap; although they required time to refine, the speed was much faster than direct breathing exercises.

He was purely a wealth-delivering boy.

Although it had been difficult for his Cultivation to progress over the past three years,

Everything had changed since he obtained the Candle Dragon Bloodline.

Last night, simply circulating his breathing technique allowed him to advance from Qi Refining Level 3 to Qi Refining Level 4.

Now that he had these qi gathering pills, they could be used to help him take another step forward.

Just as he finished counting the items, the System notification sounded in his mind again, directly refreshing his understanding of how the System worked:

[Detected that target Zhang Xianning's hatred toward the Host has reached 100%]

[Luck trait plunder trigger conditions met]

[Can only extract once per target. One Luck trait of any quality can be randomly plundered from the target, with no upper limit on quality]

[Current traits available for extraction are as follows]

[Playing with Fire in Childhood (White), Hand-Roasted Chestnuts (Green)]

Mo Zixing's heart instantly exploded with excitement.

The System actually has this kind of function?

If he encountered some incredibly powerful big shots in the future, wouldn't he be able to fleece them of their top-tier Luck traits?

Although he would have to make the other party completely hate him and then defeat them,

Another method meant another path; Mo Zixing certainly wouldn't mind.

The Zhang Xianning before him wasn't great; the two traits were each more useless than the last.

But even mosquito legs are meat; no point in letting it go to waste. He'd extract it first.

With a thought, he chose to extract.

[Trait extraction successful]

[[Hand-Roasted Chestnuts (Green)] has been stored in the Host's trait warehouse and can be activated at any time]

Simultaneously, Mo Zixing saw the [Hand-Roasted Chestnuts (Green)] trait on Zhang Xianning's panel slowly fade and then disappear entirely.

At the same time, a new trait appeared in the previously blank Luck column of his own panel.

It was exactly the [Hand-Roasted Chestnuts (Green)] he had taken from Zhang Xianning, except the color was black and white.

"Activate."

Mo Zixing opened it in his mind.

The black and white faded from the trait, restoring its original color, and a magical sensation suddenly pulsed through his palm.

It felt as if it had become a bit harder.

He stowed the Storage Pouch and cupped his hands in a salute to Elder Wang Zheng.

"Thank you, Elder, for handling this impartially."

Wang Zheng looked at him and waved his hand:

"It was my negligence while on duty that caused you two to be startled."

He gave a few more words of care before leading the law enforcement Disciples to escort Zhang Xianning toward the Hall of Discipline.

The surrounding Disciples didn't dare to linger and dispersed one after another, though the disdain previously in their eyes when looking at Mo Zixing was gone.

Soon, only Mo Zixing and Jiang Yuwei were left in the area.

The two walked side by side toward their residences.

After walking half the street, Jiang Yuwei finally couldn't help but lean in, her small hand gently tugging at his sleeve, her voice full of worry:

"Senior Brother, just now... were you really not hurt?"

She paused and quickly added:

"I'm not trying to pry into your secrets, I'm just worried about you!"

Mo Zixing smiled and shook his head, brushing it off casually:

"It's natural you couldn't tell; that's called footwork."

"Tonight, I can teach you some methods to quickly increase your cultivation. Want to learn?"