Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 128: Yaima Loera

Chapter 128: Yaima Loera

Was Professor Frans targeting Amalia? Not really.

He, a distinguished figure, wouldn’t bother targeting a student.

It was just his nature, speaking and acting without any reservations. It’s not that he was impulsive, at most, he was hot-tempered and quick to anger.

Attending his class for the first time, Amalia was amazed.

From start to finish, almost two-thirds of the students had been scolded by him.

She was fortunate not to be one of them this time.

Before the class ended, Professor Frans left assignments for the next session.

Amalia didn’t get a chance to avenge herself against the red-haired girl.

Because a certain someone surname Lin, she wasn’t in the mood for fighting with people recently.

After class, she followed behind Professor Frans.

As expected, the red-haired girl and her underling didn’t dare to follow.

They just made gesture of wiping their necks from a distance, and they wouldn’t let her go.

Amalia then leaving the classroom without looking back.

Unbeknownst to her, Professor Frans, who thought she had some questions, stared sternly at her departing figure.

Amalia turned around towards the refining room, prepared to bring out Xylia Lazaro’s artifact.

His artifact broke too cleanly, and it was her first time to repair such a piece of artifact that was split into two.

Amalia retrieved an ancient book from the soltice ring, and finding Yi Xiulan’s notes on various artifact repair situations, specifically about artifact that broken into two.

It mentioned that these types of broken artifacts were essentially ruined since the spiritual essence that crucial to an artifact’s quality, had dissipated.

An artifact’s spiritual essence was akin to its vitality; the higher the essence, the better the artifact.

Without it, an artifact was akin to an ordinary weapon.

The ancient text also mentioned that to repair an artifact with completely lost spiritual essence, a material named essence unity crystal was needed to reshape the artifact’s spiritual essence.

Essence unity crystal was a challenging material to find.

However, without it, she wouldn’t take on this job.

Coincidentally, she had a piece of essence unity crystal obtained from Boss Zenone.

Boss Zenon hadn’t recognized it due to its numerous impurities, and altering its original color.

He had misjudged it.

The essence unity crystal could restore lost spiritual essence in an artifact or even enhance it.

However, the final outcome its still depended on the artificer’s skill.

Some artificers, even with the essence unity crystal, might not achieve it.

Hence, Amalia didn’t hesitate to use it.

After mentally rehearsing the process of repairing the artifact dozens of times, Amalia felt confident.

Only then did she begin.

The essence unity crystal, which initially the size of an adult’s head, it slowly diminished in volume as she extracted impurities.

When she couldn’t extract any more impurities, the stone remained in the size of a fingernail.

One careless move and it might be lost forever, yet it was sufficient for repairing Xylia Lazaro’s artifact.

Three hours later, the once-split artifact looked brand new.

The repaired section seamlessly blended, and almost indiscernible from the original break.

However, due to the earlier loss of spiritual essence and being her first attempt, the artifact’s power wasn’t at its former level.

At most, it was ninety percent perfect.

Seeing the late hour, Amalia decided to head back but suddenly felt weak in the legs.

The next moment, her face turned pale.

The protective layer that Kenny Lin had placed on her i which is suppressing the Dipersing Bone Fragrance, unexpectedly loosened.

The fragrance began absorbing her cultivation, and reverting to the initial situation of losing cultivation.

Amalia immediately dialed Kenny Lin’s communication number, but after just two rings, the call disconnected.

He trying again resulted in the same abrupt disconnection.

A few seconds later, a message appeared on her communicator.

"Baby, do you miss me that much? Don’t worry, give me half an hour, and I’ll come to satisfy you."

It was supposed to be a normal thing, but whenever he spoke about it, it turned incredibly lewd.

Amalia couldn’t muster any anger anymore.

She had figured out a pattern: the more you criticized him, the more enthusiastic he became.

After sending the message, Kenny Lin stopped replying.

Amalia seethed but didn’t dial his number again.

He was too busy to even spare a moment to make a call, indicating that he might be in a situation where he couldn’t afford distractions.

Putting away the communicator, Kenny Lin’s eyes were even more redder than when the first time Amalia had met him.

Reflected in his pupils was a colossal creature with rough, uneven skin, and impenetrable by ordinary weapons.

However, a fatal wound, spanning two meters, marred its surface, oozing thick blue blood that quickly pooled, creating a small lake-like puddle.

The colossal creature lay still, its most fearsome features being its two pincers. Traces of fresh crimson blood still clung to them.

Its own blood was a shade of blue, staining the blood from those it had killed.

Now, these two pincers, once dreaded by spirit cultivators, had one severed and the other had been motionless for a while, showing no signs of life.

There was no doubt Kenny Lin had killed this colossal creature.

"I saw that monster with my own eyes. It ran in that direction; it must be there," a man in armor spoke, his eyes filled with greed.

"So many spirit cultivators have died by its hand. This time, we absolutely cannot let it escape. We must kill it!" Another person spoke emphatically.

"But can we really kill it?" Someone hesitated.

"Baby with a heavily wounded monster, the odds are more in our favor now. Plus, there’s a fatal wound on its abdomen, oozing pus. Its fighting capability must be weak, presenting our opportunity!" the armored man chuckled.

"If it’s heavily injured, isn’t it someone else’s prey?" another person inquired.

The armored man grew impatient, "Yaima Loera, if you’re afraid, you can stay here. We’ll go on our own."

"I’m not afraid. I just mean, if it’s someone else’s prey, openly seizing it might provoke them," Yaima Loera gritted his teeth, and seeing the armored man’s disdainful look.

"If that person were nearby, they would have killed the monster already. How can it be stealing if we haven’t encountered a second party? Most likely, those people are already dead," the armored man’s eyes flickered.

"Besides, how can you be sure it’s just one person, not a group? We haven’t encountered her others member yet. It’s evident that most times they are all already died."