Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 112: Arrieved at Royal Durian Capital City

Chapter 112: Arrieved at Royal Durian Capital City

The helper Amalia had was unexpectedly powerful—he can subduing Luis Weiss with just a single move. You must knkw that, Luis Weiss was a level 5 spirit cultivator.

"If you injures me today, my father will make sure to wipe out your entire family in the future," Javier Weiss recklessly tried to threaten Amalia.

Luis Weiss felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Why was the young master provoking the other party with such infuriating words? Without even a chance to fight back, they were now at the mercy of others.

If the other person lost their temper, how could he explain this to his master?

"Young master, please stop," for the sake of the young master’s safety, Luis Weiss had to remind him.

"Luis Weiss, whose side are you on?" Javier Weiss’s face was as pale as paper, and persistently seeking his own demise.

Amalia granted his wish.

With a crisp sound, silence fell. It was the more miserable cry of Javier Weiss.

Amalia had crushed the bones in his ankle, and causing him such agony that he writhed back onto his seat.

"I’ll kill you!" Despite the intense pain, Javier Weiss managed to hop on one foot. He then took out an artifact from his space ring and rushed forward to attack Amalia.

He indeed harbored murderous intent, but another, even more intense, surge of hostility arose.

Amalia quickly drew out a dagger-shaped artifact, and swiftly pressing it against his neck.

"Wanna see who strikes first, your artifact smashing into me, or your head hitting the ground?" Amalia whispered by his ear.

Her breath chilling, causing shivers to run down Javier Weiss’s body, making him trembling uncontrollably.

Javier Weiss believed Amalia was genuinely prepared to strike. He could feel the warm liquid trickle down his neck—it was blood.

"You..." Javier Weiss finally noticed how drastically different Amalia had become from the Amalia he used to know.

She was no longer timid but ruthless and decisive person.

"Have you made up your mind?" Amalia urged.

Refusing to admit defeat, Javier Weiss’s hand that was still holding the artifact gradually lowered. He showed signs of submission.

"Good boy," Amalia lightly patted his cheek, her fingertips carrying a coldness that made Javier Weiss shiver, and causing her to retract the dagger from his neck.

Convinced she wouldn’t act further, Javier Weiss who is feeling very powerless for the first fimes, slumped back into his seat, and gasping for air.

The first-class cabin was silent; everyone stared in shock, their hearts racing.

Are people nowadays all this savage? And aren’t weapons prohibited onboard? Why did these two people casually draw out such vicious weapons?

"Young master," Luis Weiss was slow to react for a few seconds before realizing that the hand restraining him had been let go.

Without bothering to glance at Kenny Lin, he rushed to Javier Weiss’s side, and checking the injuries on his neck.

Confirming it was only a minor wound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luis Weiss, my foot hurts so much!"

Now that Javier Weiss’s mind and body was relaxed, and the pain in his ankle start to surged, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

He dared not provoke Amalia again.

There was no wood-type spirit cultivator onboard to treat the young master.

Luis Weiss acted very quick, and taking out an ice-type amulet and applying it to Javier Weiss’s ankle.

Although the ice-typ amulet couldn’t heal his injury, it could greatly reduce the pain.

Once they reached the Royal Durian Capital City, they could seek aid from a wood-type spirit cultivator to treat him.

Feeling a sudden relief from the pain but experiencing a chilly sensation, Javier Weiss no longer dared to sit next to Amalia.

He immediately swapped seats with his companions, who also hesitated to sit there.

Consequently, the seat beside Amalia remained empty for a while until Kenny Lin took it.

Observing him discreetly, Luis Weiss increasingly felt this person was unfathomable.

He was even more reluctant to provoke Amalia and quietly warned Javier Weiss not to cause trouble again.

Javier Weiss had had enough of the lesson and wasn’t devoid of intelligence.

It’s just that in his impression, Amalia was still the old Amalia.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have kept making threats.

But, even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare trouble Amalia again.

However, he hadn’t entirely given up the idea. Occasionally, he glanced at Amalia with eyes filled with venom, as if his gaze could poison him.

"Why not just make him shut up?" Kenny Lin asked enthusiastically, which wasn’t quite his usual style.

"Do you know how villains die?" Amalia calmly countered.

"Dying from talking too much," Kenny Lin replied, cooperating.

"In that case, let’s keep quiet; I want to sleep," Amalia said.

"..." Kenny Lin fell silent.

After a while, Amalia heard a low chuckle by her ear.

Kenny Lin stared at her profile. She called him a villain. Could there be such a handsome and charming villain?

Why... why was she so adorable?

With her eyes closed, Amalia could still feel a pair of eyes that staring intently at her. Her face felt as if it was heating up.

Tilting her head slightly, she offered the back of her head, which also soon felt warm, but... it was better than being stared at directly in the face.

Amidst a rumbling noise, the hovercar landed.

When the announcement declared their arrival at the Royal Durian Capital City Airport, Javier Weiss’s group eagerly disembarked.

Ignoring them, Amalia descended the short stairs.

The cold wind of the Royal Durian Capital City blew in, slightly colder than in Big Apple City.

It felt like spring here, akin to winter in Big Apple City. The grand airport was something they hadn’t seen in Big Apple City.

The immediate priority was to find a place to stay. Finding a house was out of the question for now; they had to settle for a hotel and plan to visit the wood-type spirit cultivator Kenny Lin mentioned tomorrow.

At the hotel, Amalia noticed that Kenny Lin intended to stay with her.

"Aren’t you going home?" She asked.

Kenny Lin stepped past her, and requesting a room for two people. He answered her question with affection, "I’m your boyfriend. How could I leave you alone in a hotel? I wouldn’t feel at ease."

The receptionist felt a pang of disappointment. The two most handsome men and beautiful women she had ever seen turned out to be a couple. Were all the good-looking people is already taken?

"God, boyfriend already?" It had only been two hours, and this guy was already calling himself her boyfriend.

Amalia felt she was too tired to even comment on it.

However, she didn’t object to getting a suite. In the Royal Durian Capital City, it was better to be cautious. Having just offended Javier Weiss on the hovercar, she didn’t want to invite more trouble. Plus, she wasn’t naive; a suite definitely meant more than one bed.

The slap came too unexpectedly.

After a moment, Amalia stood by the only king-sized bed in the suite, feeling relieved. Fortunately, Kenny Lin didn’t know her thoughts, or he’d surely mock her.

"Let’s rest today. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to meet Master Dugu," Kenny Lin said.

After checking into the hotel, the sun hadn’t yet set, but the day was already fading.

Following his lead, Amalia, who had been in this world for almost two months, found herself with nothing to do for the first time.

She started browsing the web, and searching for information about Heavenly Path University.

This mystical institution, the only immortal land in Fruit Country, attracted countless students and was considered a sacred place for many young spirit cultivators.

However, it had a high threshold that ordinary people couldn’t overcome.

The gap between those from influential families and grassroots individuals was immense.

It wasn’t that Heavenly Path University exclusively admitted those from influential backgrounds; rather, those nurtured by their families had a significant advantage in cultivation compared to self-made cultivators.

Of course, money played a pivotal role too.

For instance, Grace’s talent wasn’t exceptional, and her cultivation hadn’t seen much breakthrough.

She was moderately skilled in drawing incriptiom s, but that alone wasn’t enough.

Hence, she relied on her family’s financial support.

Yet, being part of the Rodriguez family shielded her from criticism.

Moreover, she utilized the family name to connect with some classmates, including Alex, garnering favor despite her less than favorable reputation.

Amalia glanced towards the slightly sagging side of the bed before looking over.

Kenny Lin was seated on the edge, ready to lie down.

"You should sleep on the sofa or on the floor," she reminded him.

Kenny Lin knew she was referring to their time sharing an apartment, "We’re in a relationship, so sharing a bed is a normal need. It helps us communicate and bond."

"Normal need," four words that unintentionally shifted the mental image in Amalia’s mind to another direction, and thankfully she quickly pulling it back.

Was this person really not embarassed? Amalia always felt a certain flirtatiousness in his every word, yet he was so composed.

Clearly not interested, yet acting even more so than Amalia herself.

Either he had a thick skin or something else was at play.

Amalia glanced at the invitingly soft bed, then at the sizable three-meter bed they were sitting on, and gave in.