Celestial Human Diagram-Chapter 92 - 82: Emergency

Cheng Zitong nodded. "That’s right. This is the Sword Force. Don’t underestimate this Saber Technique because of its name. This is a Force Technique that’s universal to all Saber Techniques. While it was once circulated in the north, none were the orthodox lineage."

He pointed at the Sword Manual. "But this one is the orthodox lineage. Besides some key Force Application methods, it clearly details what medicines to use, their formulas, and how to use them. Only a few key ingredients were passed down orally and weren’t written down, so later generations don’t know them.

But that’s not a big deal. In the past, this stuff was precious, so the steps were meticulous to avoid any waste. Nowadays, as long as you have money, you can find any medicine you need. There are plenty."

He then pushed a notebook over. "I’ve written the key points in here for you. Take it and have a look. I’ve been a bit busy lately. If there’s anything you don’t understand, just call and ask me."

Chen Chuan said, "Okay. Thank you, Teacher."

"Well, I’ll be going then. Take your time reading."

"I’ll see you out, Teacher."

After seeing Cheng Zitong off, Chen Chuan returned and looked through the two items together. Only then did he learn that the Snow Monarch Blade was actually a "Forbidden Weapon" made with an Ancient Forging Technique.

It was called that because the blade’s materials were rather unique, incorporating some special Mutated Organizations.

The Sword Manual said that a blade has a "blade heart." Once the user cultivated this "blade heart," the blade would "come alive." Not only could it better channel Power, but it could also repair itself if damaged and even grow stronger along with its owner.

But the annotations made it clear: this was actually a mutual infusion between the Mutated Organization of the Martial Artist and the Mutated Organization within the blade. The blade didn’t truly come alive; its repairs drew upon the Fighter’s own Mutated Organization.

In the old era, some famous weapons were passed down from master to apprentice or from father to son. Often, only those who inherited the same lineage of Force Technique could achieve a good bond with the weapon. Over time, it was the person who had to adapt to the blade, not the other way around.

However, the Snow Monarch Blade had no previous owner before it fell into his hands. The advantage was that it would be exceptionally compatible with him from the moment he started using it. The disadvantage was that he needed to "nurture" the blade himself.

There were generally two ways to do this. The first was through the Breathing Technique and Force Technique. By employing both while using the blade, he would nurture it. In fact, he was already on this path, which was why he had felt that strange sensation. However, this was a long-term process.

The other method, used in the past, was to stimulate the so-called "blade heart" through more combat and killing. This was the fastest way. Unfortunately, the fastest way was also the most dangerous. Those who chose this path rarely lasted long. After all, in the old era, the more you fought and the more you killed, the greater the risks became.

Modern high-quality blades weren’t bad either. If one broke, you could just replace it, making them far more convenient than the blades of the old era. But any expert knew that no two blades were the same. Even the slightest difference could affect performance. Modern weapons were consumables; it was nearly impossible for them to bond with a person like a blade made with the Ancient Forging Technique.

So, each had its trade-offs. It all depended on how the wielder used it.

Chen Chuan had no choice right now. Consumables meant spending more money, and he still needed to save up to buy medicine. He couldn’t afford to be wasteful.

Besides, a blade that could channel a Force Technique was suitable for him at the moment. As for the future, he’d worry about it when it came.

In the days that followed, he would take the pass Cheng Zitong had approved for him to the training hall and spar with students from the Military Combat Department. These individuals specialized in this field, so their skill level was quite high, and he benefited greatly from it.

One day in late November, he headed to the cafeteria after finishing his training. It was a rest day, so he planned to visit his aunt’s house after breakfast.

Just as he was about to enter the A-class student cafeteria area, he suddenly heard someone call his name from behind. He turned to see a boy standing there waving at him, with a few companions by his side. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He recognized him immediately. It was Fang Mingming, who had taken the re-examination with him. He walked over with a smile and greeted him, "Fang, long time no see."

Fang Mingming was excited to see him. "Chen! Yeah, we haven’t seen each other since the exam that day." He scratched his head. "Mainly because you’re an A-class student, and we don’t usually train together."

During the exam that day, although he had shown enough courage, he ultimately failed to become an A-class student. He was just a little lacking in various aspects, which was truly a shame.

’But if you don’t have enough talent or the necessary conviction, becoming a Class B student isn’t necessarily a bad thing,’ Chen Chuan thought. ’Although A-class students are higher in status, the things they have to do are indeed more dangerous.’

Fang Mingming looked a little embarrassed and handed him something. "Someone asked me to give this to you. It was a request from my family, so I couldn’t refuse."

Chen Chuan took it and saw it was a Name Card. It was for some kind of commission company. ’Looks like someone wants to contact me,’ he thought. ’This company is quite capable, to have even found a connection through Fang Mingming.’

He asked, "How many days have you had this?"

Fang Mingming thought for a moment. "About seven or eight days, I think. I can’t get into the A-Class Student Dormitory, so I figured you’d have to come to the cafeteria to eat eventually. I’ve been waiting here for a little while every day."

Chen Chuan nodded in understanding. ’Life isn’t easy for anyone in this world.’ He said, "Fang, I appreciate it. Next time, you can just call the dormitory building’s phone to find me."

Fang Mingming’s eyes lit up. "I can do that? That’s great!"

The two chatted for a while longer before bidding each other farewell and parting ways.

Fang Mingming returned to his companions. One of them said, "Little Fang, you weren’t bluffing. You really do have a friend who’s an A-class student."

"Nice. After we graduate, you’ll have someone influential you can talk to."

Fang Mingming shook his head. "I wasn’t thinking that far ahead. I think it’s better for friends not to talk about those things."

"You’re so stubborn. You have to make use of this connection. Keep in touch with him more often."

Fang Mingming mumbled in agreement, but he wasn’t really listening. In his heart, a friend was a friend. Even though his family had asked him to deliver the card, if it caused any trouble, he definitely wouldn’t have done it.

After breakfast, Chen Chuan rode his bike out of the school and first went to the shopping mall in the central plaza to buy a watch. It was a pretty useful item, allowing him to check the time whenever he wanted.

’I really miss the days of my past life when I had a phone,’ he mused. ’Besides the time, I could read the news. Now, the channels for information are few, and a lot of news is blocked.’

After buying the watch, he bought some small toys, a bottle of hand cream for his aunt, and after some thought, a Forest Python leather belt for Nian Fuli. Then he rode all the way home. When he saw his aunt, he handed back the watch he had borrowed. Yu Wan said, "Your uncle still has an old one. Chan’Er, you can use this for now."

Chen Chuan held up his hand and said with a smile, "Auntie, I bought one for myself, so I don’t need this."

Yu Wan said, "You should have bought a good one. An inaccurate watch can make you late."

Chen Chuan said, "Don’t worry, Auntie. I’m still a student. A simple one is good enough." He looked around. The radio was on, but Nian Fuli wasn’t there. He asked, "Is Uncle not here?"

His aunt said, "He got a call a little while ago. He had to go to the bureau. I don’t know if he’ll be back for lunch, so don’t wait for your uncle. We’ll eat first."

Chen Chuan said okay and handed the hand cream to Yu Wan. "Auntie, this is for you."

Yu Wan looked at it and said, "Chan’Er, why did you spend money on this? It’s not easy for you to earn money. Wouldn’t it be better to buy something to eat or use for yourself?"

Chen Chuan smiled. "Auntie, money is for buying happiness. If it makes my family happy, isn’t it well spent?" As he spoke, he handed the toys he’d bought to his younger cousins. The two little ones had sharp eyes and had been circling him since he arrived.

Yu Wan sighed. "Don’t do this again, you hear?"

Chen Chuan just smiled. He played with his cousins for a while. As lunchtime approached, the family sat together, talking and laughing. Just then, the phone rang urgently. Yu Wan ran over to answer it. "Old Nian? Yes, yes. What is it? Is that so? Okay, okay. You be careful."

Yu Wan hung up, a worried look on her face. She said to Chen Chuan, "Chan’Er, your uncle said he’s not coming back today. He said it seems like some big case has come up."

’A big case?’

Chen Chuan thought about it. In the past, Nian Fuli had only used that term a handful of times.

Just then, the radio, which had been broadcasting lyrical prose, suddenly filled with static. Then, an announcer’s voice broke through: "We interrupt this program with an urgent news bulletin. At 9:32 this morning, a bank on Liyuan Road was robbed. The culprits are armed and are currently engaged in a firefight at a street corner with Patrol Officers from the Patrol Bureau who have rushed to the scene.

At 9:55 this morning, the private residence of Councilor Fang Zuo of the Advisory Council, located in the Quanzhou District, was robbed by a group of fugitives. It is suspected that family members have been taken hostage. The fugitives have shot and killed or injured several security personnel..."

Chen Chuan couldn’t help but listen intently. At that moment, the phone rang again. His aunt hurried over to pick it up, holding the receiver to her ear with both hands. After listening for a few seconds, she covered the mouthpiece and said, "Chan’Er, it’s for you."

Chen Chuan took the phone. Cheng Zitong’s voice came from the receiver. "Xiaochuan, are you at home right now?"

"Yes, Teacher."

Cheng Zitong’s solemn voice came through. "Get back to school immediately. Something important has come up."

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