NOVPUB67: Chapter 64: Practical Combat
67 -64: Practical Combat
Looking at the accounting books littered on the ground, Su Jinxuan stood in a daze, somewhat lost in thought.
She hadn’t asked her previous question wanting an answer, instead, she wanted to refute the doubts she had about Mr.
Qin in her heart.
She had been ready to dismiss whatever evidence Xu Changtian presented, prepared to tell him, “Words are not proof, perhaps these pieces of evidence are fabricated by you.”
But now, she found herself unable to utter those words.
There were too many of them.
Konghua Commerce Association, a regionally sized business enterprise that could be considered medium-sized across the whole of Dayan, had accumulated accounting books over a decade that could be described as piling up like a mountain.
Account books are not something that can be easily forged based on imagination.
For every credit, there must be a debit, and these transactions must balance; the inflows and outflows of accounts are verifiable.
Even if Xu Changtian could predict the future and had ordered the forging of these books from the moment she was captured, it would have been impossible to create so many within a mere ten days.
Xu Yuan watched Su Jinxuan’s expression and roughly understood what was going on in her mind.
Heh, if forging account books were so easy, there wouldn’t have been so many accountants in his previous life taking the fall and ending up in prison.
Xu Yuan casually picked up an account book from the ground, flipped through it, and offhandedly said,
“If you need a comparison with the fake accounts of Konghua Commerce Association, I can also order the Black Scale Guards in the Imperial Capital to send them over.”
Fake accounts?
Real accounts?
Su Jinxuan looked at the mountain of account books before her, feeling a slight tremble in her spirit.
If all of these were forged, then Xu Changtian would have to fabricate an equal number of fake accounts.
This task, involving millions of characters, would be impossible to complete in ten days.
“Is this…real?”
Su Jinxuan’s voice was very light, filled with deep confusion.
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan scoffed and said with a playful tone as she looked in his direction,
“Of course it’s real, but are you just going to take my word for it?
I thought you would continue to stubbornly claim these account books belong to my house at the Prime Minister’s Mansion and had just been slightly altered and decorated over the past few days.”
Su Jinxuan’s heart ignited with flames of anger in an instant, biting her lip, 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
“Xu Changtian, what…
what do you want?”
“What do I want?”
Xu Yuan gently tapped his fingertips on the wooden table, “My goal, of course, is to dispel all the doubts in your heart.
Isn’t that what you were thinking just now?”
…Su Jinxuan fell silent.
Shaking his head, accompanied by the “tap tap” sound of tapping on the table, Xu Yuan methodically said,
“I’ve already told you, you can check the accounts yourself—the trade partners, locations, and timing—and then make a judgment.”
Su Jinxuan’s eyes flickered for a moment before she rose from her seat without a word, pulled out a book from the pile of accounts, and returned to her seat to quietly browse through it.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan didn’t rush her, quietly sat for a while, and then stood up and left.
All he needed to do now was wait.
Beliefs held firmly for more than a decade are like hard rocks, not easily swayed.
But once the seed of doubt takes root on their surface and begins to sprout, all one must do is wait quietly for the seed to grow and make the rock crumble from within…
….
Time flew by swiftly.
Su Jinxuan’s case was just a small interlude in Xu Yuan’s life, to be set aside for the moment after dealing with it.
After receiving the message from the Imperial Capital, Steward Li delivered all the Elixir Medicines that Xu Yuan had previously requested on the very same day.
But the quantity of the Elixir Medicines was somewhat disappointing.
Compared to the full bottles that Xu Changge used to provide, the Elixir Medicines that Steward Li brought were just spare bits and pieces, with some forms of medicine like Humaí Pill and Guangling Pill not even filling up a single bottle.
If Xu Yuan were to fully engage in his Cultivation, this small amount of Elixir Medicine would probably be depleted within a week.
Left with no choice, Xu Yuan had to readjust his Cultivation schedule.
Without the nourishment of Elixir Medicines and constantly overworking his Cultivation Technique, he began to feel a stinging sensation in his meridians.
It was for this reason that the days of immersing himself in endless Cultivation were gone for good.
However, just because his Cultivation time was reduced did not mean Xu Yuan was idle.
Although he had the memory of his original body, the other party was completely ignorant about cultivation, so he needed to read and measure books to fill this gap to avoid being at a loss in certain special situations in the future.
The daily routine gradually settled down, but it was roughly the same four things:
Sleeping, eating, cultivating, and reading.
However, two days later, Xu Yuan had one more task to add to these four activities each day.
Actual combat.
Every time he finished practicing and left the Wuxuan Institute with Zhou Chen, they would pass by the sparring field.
Watching those muscular brutes punch and fight each other fiercely in real combat, Xu Yuan was seized by a sudden impulse and entertained the idea of entering the fray.
Because up until today, he had not yet truly sparred with someone of equal strength.
Itching to fight, he went directly into the arena.
Seeing the Third Young Master step forward, the originally bustling sparring field fell immediately silent.
Given his bad reputation, no one dared to step up.
It was only after Xu Yuan repeatedly emphasized that he would not hold a grudge and offered an Elixir Medicine as a reward that a somewhat reluctant Eighth Grade Bone Tempering martial trainee finally entered the field.
Xu Yuan was quite satisfied with the opponent’s strength.
The protagonist of the story was also of the Eighth Grade, but he could take on a group of Eighth Grade Bone Tempering Protectors from his household all by himself.
Xu Yuan felt that even if he couldn’t match the protagonist, defeating the Eighth Grade strong man opposite him with the Blood Essence Meteoring Art should be no problem.
And then…
He lost.
Defeated utterly.
Even with the powerful boost from the Blood Essence Meteoring Art, he was no match for the Eighth Grade martial trainee.
His strength was useless against the relentless punches and kicks that came at him like waves, and within less than a minute, he was forced out of the sparring ring.
Standing below the sparring ring,
Xu Yuan could feel that if the martial trainee hadn’t been cautious because of his status and had fought recklessly, he might have ended up lying on the ground unable to get up after just a few moves.
There were no mediocrities in the Wuxuan Institute.
Each of these Protectors who took the martial path was not some street thug; every one of them was carefully selected from the thousands of commoner students at the Tian’an Martial Hall, and to say they had climbed out of the dead was no exaggeration.
At that moment,
Xu Yuan suddenly understood the value of the protagonist, Qin Mo, an Eighth Grade, defying the odds and defeating his family’s Seventh Grade Protector.
If he were to face Qin Mo alone now, he would probably die at first encounter.
Without saying much, Xu Yuan left after throwing down the reward.
This reaction completely dumbfounded the Eighth Grade Bone Tempering strong man who had won the reward.
He thought his end had come.
Xue Yong, a genius at the pinnacle of the Sixth Grade Iron Body, was killed by this Third Young Master just because he said the word, let alone him, a mere Eighth Grade Bone Tempering.
With a heavy heart, he waited until the next day, only to see the Third Young Master’s figure at the sparring field again.
This time, the Third Young Master brought a whole bottle of “Bone Tempering Pills.”
Win a match against him, get one pill.
Bone Tempering Pills, those Eighth Grade Bone Tempering warriors would only get three of them a month.
With a hefty reward comes the brave.
Soon, a second person was enticed by the reward to step into the ring.
A minute later, that person walked away with a Bone Tempering Pill.
The Third Young Master who was knocked out of the ring didn’t speak; he just sat silently on the side of the ring, rested for a moment, then went back onto the stage.
The scene was silent,
In the middle of the silence, the person who had already received a Bone Tempering Pill tried to enter the ring again.
Soon, he received his second Bone Tempering Pill from the scruffy middle-aged man at the side of the field.
As the rewards and promises offered by the Third Young Master were confirmed, the atmosphere in the Wuxuan Institute gradually became lively again…
