Starting Cultivation in Wasteland

Chapter 991 - 857: What Attribute

The middle-aged woman slowly awoke, and before she could even open her eyes, she felt a cold foreign object across her neck.Her mouth moved, about to let out a scream, only to find... her mouth had been sealed shut by something.

Qu Jianlei could sense the abnormal fluctuations in brainwaves, not to mention seeing her eyeballs begin to move under her eyelids.

He let out a slight hum, "If you have any last words, nod twice, otherwise I won’t wait."

The warning for the other party not to scream... he wasn’t interested in saying it. If she couldn’t recognize the danger in her situation, she deserved to be killed.

The woman’s body stiffened slightly, slowly nodding twice, and then opened her eyes.

Just by looking into her clear pupils, it was obvious she wasn’t very old.

Qu Jianlei put away the Short Dagger, gripping the woman’s neck with his right hand while slowly peeling the tape from her mouth with his left.

"My time is limited. Who sent you here?"

The woman slightly twisted her neck, discovering the surprising strength in his grip and decisively gave up struggling.

Her voice was a bit broken and hoarse due to the pressure on her vocal cords, "No one. I just wanted to rob some money for food."

Qu Jianlei’s lips curled into a strange smile, "I permit you to reorganize your words."

"That’s really it," the woman looked at him calmly, "You should have realized I don’t have an Identity Token."

Upon hearing this, Qu Jianlei sneered, "Which robber would bring an Identity Token when going out?"

The woman was momentarily stunned and then dejectedly replied, "Then I have no other way to prove myself."

"Then die," Qu Jianlei murmured softly, starting to exert pressure with his hand.

The woman kicked and struggled desperately, but he was as solid as a thick iron pillar, unmoving.

Until she nearly rolled her eyes back in her head, on the verge of passing out, Qu Jianlei loosened his grip slightly, "One last chance..."

The woman coughed several times before breathlessly speaking, "With your strong Spiritual Power, can’t you sense my emotions?"

"If I hadn’t sensed any anomalies, you’d already be a dead person," Qu Jianlei replied indifferently.

Yet the woman had no Awakened aura, and despite her youth, she could detect Spiritual Power, making her clearly no ordinary person.

Remembering his Spiritual Attack was withstood by her, his curiosity grew.

"What attribute did you awaken with?"

"No awakening," the woman replied calmly, "I just naturally have strong Spiritual Power."

"I can tell you’re lying," Qu Jianlei said, yet refrained from using force again.

Right after he spoke, there was a "gurgle" sound from the woman’s stomach.

Was she truly starving? He found it quite odd, "Even if you robbed money, wouldn’t you fear the City Guard of Paradise?"

He failed to realize that this question revealed his identity as an outsider.

Nonetheless, he didn’t care—she wasn’t likely to leave alive.

The woman’s eyes shone at his words, "You’re not local? Take me away from here and I will reward you!"

"No need to say that," Qu Jianlei promptly replied, "Answer my question!"

The woman paused, then sighed, "The City Guard is already looking for me. I told you... I don’t have an Identity Token!"

This logic could indeed be self-consistent! Qu Jianlei had been searching for a reason to finish her off, yet still couldn’t find one.

Finally, he asked, "How did you come to Paradise Star?"

The woman bitterly smiled, "I had an Identity Token when I arrived, but unfortunately... faced betrayal."

Her emotions were slightly stirred, laced with melancholy! Qu Jianlei sighed lightly, releasing his hand.

Betrayal is a deeply piercing matter, though he had no intent to meddle in others’ affairs.

He took out two Silver Notes worth a thousand each and handed them over, "Alright, consider this a small gesture, see you again when fate allows!"

The woman was initially astonished, then asked skeptically, "For me?"

"Who hasn’t faced difficult times?" Qu Jianlei waved a hand, speaking faintly, "Just don’t spread word about me."

The woman took the Silver Notes, tentatively asking again, "Sir, can’t you take me with you? I will reward you!"

"Who cares about your meager offerings?" Qu Jianlei glanced at her dismissively, "I have enough of my own troubles!"

Seeing him turn to open the door, the woman became anxious, "Sir, what’s your view on the Divine Text Association?"

"The Divine Text Association..." Qu Jianlei hesitated slightly, then replied indifferently.

"Those are high-profile figures, does my opinion... really matter?"

Though young, the woman discerned what was important, "Sir, I am of the Light Attribute!"

"What attribute you possess... that’s none of my..." Qu Jianlei stopped mid-sentence, "Light Attribute?"

"That’s correct," the woman revealed her attribute, her demeanor instantly changing, as if her very being brightened.

"I’ve told you, should you help me, I will definitely repay you."

Qu Jianlei shook his head, "I don’t believe it, I’ve sensed the aura of the Light Attribute before!"

However, the next moment, a wave of energy fluctuation came from the woman’s body, "Is this right?"

"Hm?" Qu Jianlei squinted slightly, incredulous, "B-level... is this the Harmonize with Light and Dust Skill?"

The woman gave a thumbs-up, "Sir, you’re truly remarkable to know such an obscure technique!"

"Not remarkable at all," Qu Jianlei shook his head with a bitter smile, "To force you to this extent, it must be quite a big trouble?"

The rarity of the Light Attribute can rival the Spiritual Attribute, given this woman’s B-level cultivation, she could directly seek help from the military region!

No matter the origin or reason, the military region would absolutely assist without hesitation.

"It is a bit troublesome," the woman admitted frankly, "However, I only ask that you take me out of Paradise."

Qu Jianlei furrowed his brows, "What’s your relationship with the Divine Text Association?"

"Not good," the woman replied without hesitation, "My sorry state this time is related to the Divine Text Association."

Qu Jianlei pondered a moment and said, "If you can reveal your true identity, I might consider helping you."

This request is a bit excessive; everyone in this world has a few aliases, asking directly for the real name isn’t friendly.

The woman hesitated a little but eventually responded, "I am Celestial Sound from Chaoyang Superpower Warrior Academy!"

"You’re also from Chaoyang?" Qu Jianlei was a bit surprised; in his team, there were already two known from Chaoyang.

One is Xiang Xue, and the other is Paranoid.

But then he realized another issue, "Celestial Sound isn’t a real name, is it?"

However, the woman answered casually, "For those awakened to the Light Attribute, it’s unnecessary to use a real name in any academy, right?"

Indeed, most Light Attribute individuals cause a frenzy when first discovered.

Academies can choose students, and students can choose academies, each putting forth some conditions, naturally without fault.

Yet, the next moment, Qu Jianlei’s brow furrowed: information was encrypted?

Fortunately, he knows a lot since there are two from Chaoyang in his team, "Who burned the cultivation room over twenty years ago?"

"The cultivation room was never burned," the woman replied straightforwardly.

"Twenty-odd years ago, it was flooded once; they say a senior student did it, claiming it was a fire."

Xiang Xue indeed swapped the truth! Qu Jianlei’s mouth twitched.

"Two hundred years ago, was there a professor named Mu Yu...how is she now?"

"Mu Yu..." the woman faltered for a moment, her eyes suddenly brightened, "That genius Chaoyang sees once in a century?"

"Unfortunately, she encountered the non-human, suffered heavy injuries, and should still be in cryopreservation."

"I don’t like hearing that," the locked bathroom door opened, and Paranoid walked in.

His face was cold, looking like he was going to kill, "Tell me, how did she encounter the non-human?"

Qu Jianlei, anticipating unexpected situations, needed to inform Little Lake promptly to prevent worries among teammates.

In the case of unforeseen situations not being reported, Granny Jia might worry and flee with her bucket, leaving the vast Imperial daunting to search!

Now it’s not just the old woman; Paranoid is added to the unpredictable factors too.

After sending the information, Paranoid came to respond—he knows more about Little Lake’s existence.

Unluckily, hearing those words first upon arrival, he simply couldn’t tolerate it.

So he utilized micro operation on metal to open the locked door without damage from outside.

"The rumor goes that way," the woman was a bit puzzled, she realized where she actually was now.

Men’s restroom... it was a little embarrassing for her, but the other party doesn’t seem bad, so it didn’t matter.

But how did the locked door open?

"Rumor my ass," Paranoid cursed, furious, "That woman is completely foolish!"

After pausing a moment, he asked again, "This fool’s cryopreservation cost... how much longer will it last?"

"That... I don’t know," the woman trembled as she shook her head, "Anyway, I haven’t heard of ending her cryopreservation."

"After all, that’s the first genius Chaoyang saw in three hundred years, not even ninety, yet Supreme!"

She truly didn’t understand, wishing just to snatch a purse for some food, how did she encounter such people?

The previous ones were tolerable, but this person dared to curse Mu Yu Supreme?

Paranoid shook his head, sighing, "Stupid woman... alright, can you leave for a bit?"

"Not sure who’d be foolish!" Qu Jianlei snorted coldly, turning to walk out the door, "Can’t be bothered with this nonsense."

The woman was dumbstruck, daring to curse Mu Yu Supreme, yet this person also gets cursed... what kind of people are these?

Qu Jianlei walked out the door, shaking his head helplessly, actually the news about Mu Yu was told by Granny Jia.

The old woman, despite appearing elderly, isn’t so easily unmoved; it’s not like that at all.

In her spare time, she loves gossiping, perhaps proving her memory is still intact?

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