# 1529
Chapter 1525: Cao Yuan's Scheming
Lin Qiye fell into contemplation. "He's the Holy Sovereign of the Western Holy Church, and also the one who sealed the Cthulhu gods on the moon back then. It's not strange that his strength is unfathomable, right?"
Gilgamesh opened his mouth but for a moment couldn't find a rebuttal.
Michael, the first angel of heaven, was already the strongest in the world. The realm of Yerand, the creator of heaven, was very likely above Supreme God level. And right now, Gilgamesh was merely a Chief God—to say he couldn't defeat Michael was indeed reasonable...
"In short, this king doesn't like him." Gilgamesh shook his head. "He'd better not provoke this king. Otherwise, this king won't care whether he's the Holy Sovereign of the Holy Church. If there's a next time, this king will strike again."
Lin Qiye spent quite a while appeasing Gilgamesh before the matter was finally settled. By the time he stepped out of the asylum again, the morning classes were nearly over.
Cao Yuan woke from his nap with drowsy eyes. Seeing the people around him start packing up their books, he stuffed the only notebook that still had its plastic wrap intact into his chest, then lifted his chin toward Lin Qiye and An Qingyu.
"Time to eat?"
"...You're even worse than Li Yifei. If you're going to sleep anyway, you might as well lie in bed." Lin Qiye couldn't help but complain.
"Can't figure out why, but I sleep better here than in bed." Cao Yuan shrugged.
Today Lin Qiye and the others had a very packed schedule. After lunch and a stroll around campus, they started classes again. By the time the last class ended, it was already past nine in the evening.
As the final class bell rang, Cao Yuan jolted awake from his nap. He glanced at the time, quickly packed his things, and hurried toward the door.
"It's this late. Where are you going?"
"Oh, I'm just taking a stroll. You two go ahead."
"..."
Watching Cao Yuan's hasty retreating figure, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu exchanged glances, their expressions both slightly微妙.
...
Shangjing University, Kendo Club.
By the time Cao Yuan walked into the Kendo Club's training venue with his backpack, it was close to ten o'clock. The roads near the teaching buildings outside were practically deserted. Under the night, only this room quietly glowed with light.
In the empty venue, a slender figure in a dark blue kendo uniform was earnestly practicing sword swings against the air. The whoosh of the bamboo sword cutting through space, accompanied by crisp battle cries, echoed throughout the dojo.
As a cold autumn wind rolled into the room, Lu Menglei turned her head to look back, her expression somewhat displeased.
"Why are you so late? The last class didn't end until nine-thirty, did it?"
"The teacher kept us overtime. What could I do?" Cao Yuan spread his hands helplessly.
"Contemporary Situation and Policy... can also have overtime?"
"Yep."
"..."
At that moment, in the hallway of the teaching building across from the activity venue, An Qingyu silently lowered the telescope in her hands, her expression rather odd.
"Overtime? He actually used such a flimsy excuse." Lin Qiye clicked his tongue. "Watching a girl practice sword in the cold night wind for half an hour through the window...想不到，老曹这浓眉大眼的，也爱玩这一出."
"You think he dragged it out this long just to watch?" An Qingyu said with a meaningful smile.
"You mean..."
"This guy... usually has a dull mind, but when it comes to things like this, he's quite clever."
"Found it found it!" Jiang Er's voice suddenly rang out, somewhat excited. "I hacked into Shangjing University's internal system and cross-referenced the girl's features. Her name is Lu Menglei, she's 29 years old, a doctoral student, and also serves as the president of the Kendo Club... Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
"She's actually been married before?" Jiang Er said in shock. "In her third category credits, there's a 0.5 point bonus from a marriage certificate... and it was just over a year ago."
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu couldn't help but gape.
"Really got that right?" Lin Qiye's expression turned odd. "So, right now she and Cao Yuan are..."
"No, it's not what you're thinking. Lu Menglei got divorced last month." Jiang Er was like a hunter stalking prey, her eyes radiating a stunning gleam. "I searched their school's gossip forum. This is some juicy stuff."
"Tell us more."
"The person who married Lu Menglei was a boy from their same major. Apparently, the two of them were together for three years, and last year, since they were both getting on in age, they got married under family pressure... But who would have thought, in the second year of marriage, Lu Menglei caught that boy dating a new girlfriend on campus... and three at the same time!"
Lin Qiye's expression instantly became priceless. "Then what?"
"Apparently, Lu Menglei flew into a rage, grabbed a bamboo sword, and chased that boy for over ten kilometers. Then they got a divorce directly."
Lin Qiye finally understood why so many girls enjoyed gossip. He had to admit, sometimes these stories were really captivating, especially when they happened right in front of you.
"Good thing Cao Yuan isn't the other woman." An Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Inside the activity venue.
Lu Menglei picked up a bamboo sword from the side and handed it to Cao Yuan.
"Come, let me see how impressive you are!"
Cao Yuan glanced at the wooden sword in her hand. "I don't need this."
Lu Menglei was slightly stunned, then spoke somewhat angrily: "What? You agreed to a sparring match this morning, and now you're backing out?"
Cao Yuan didn't speak, only silently drawing a slender tree branch from the side of his bag. Holding it like a blade, he gripped it in his hand, the other end of the branch pointing directly at Lu Menglei's bamboo sword.
"You..." Lu Menglei was stunned for a long while before she reacted, feigning anger. "Are you joking around?"
"No." Cao Yuan said calmly. "I'll use this."
Lu Menglei's heaving chest rose and fell剧烈. She gripped the bamboo sword tightly and snorted coldly. "Fine... since you're asking for a beating, I won't hold back."
The words fell, Lu Menglei's footsteps flickered, and she rushed forward quickly. The bamboo sword swung forcefully toward the branch in Cao Yuan's hand, producing a light whooshing sound.
The branch was only as thick as a thumb. It looked like it would snap with just a slight bend. Let alone Lu Menglei—even an ordinary person randomly swinging a bamboo sword could easily break it. This was hardly something that could serve as a weapon.
In Lu Menglei's eyes, this behavior was absolutely arrogant and somewhat disrespectful to kendo. She made up her mind in her heart to teach Cao Yuan a lesson.
Just as the bamboo sword was about to touch the branch, Cao Yuan's figure ghostly retreated half a step, precisely dodging this strike.
With one strike missed, Lu Menglei frowned slightly, but her footsteps showed no panic. She steadily moved forward, her bamboo sword striking continuously, the offense fierce and relentless!
But strangely, no matter how she swung, the bamboo sword couldn't touch Cao Yuan by even a bit, let alone break that slender branch.
...
After endless unconsciousness, Shi Yu suddenly sat up abruptly from the bed. He gasped deeply for fresh air, his chest heaving.
Confusion, bewilderment, various emotions surged through his heart.
Where was this?
Then, instinctively, Shi Yu observed his surroundings, and grew even more bewildered.
A single-person dormitory?
Even if he had been successfully rescued, he should be in a hospital ward right now.
And his body... how could there be not even a single scratch?
Carrying疑惑, Shi Yu's gaze quickly swept across the room, finally landing on a mirror by the bedside.
The mirror reflected his current appearance—approximately seventeen or eighteen years old, with handsome features.
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His previous self was a handsome young man in his mid-twenties with不凡的气质, who had been working for some time.
But now, this appearance looked like nothing more than a high school student's age...
This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long time.
Don't tell him the surgery was successful...
The body, the features—all changed. This wasn't a matter of surgery or not, but rather仙术.
He had completely become another person!
Could it be... he had transmigrated?
Besides the mirror, whose placement was clearly bad for feng shui, Shi Yu also discovered three books nearby.
Shi Yu picked them up and took a look. The book titles instantly left him speechless.
"Newbie Breeder's Essential Beast-Raising Manual"
"Post-Delivery Care of Pet Beasts"
"Guide to Evaluating Heterogeneous Race Beast-ear Girls"
Shi Yu: ???
The first two book titles were still normal. What was wrong with the last one?
"Cough."
Shi Yu's gaze sternly sharpened. He reached out his hand, but quickly his arm went stiff.
Just as he wanted to flip open the third book to see exactly what this thing was, his brain suddenly throbbed with sharp pain, and a flood of memories surged forth like a tide.
Ice Plain City.
Pet beast breeding base.
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