Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 95: Exposed (Part 1)

Chapter 95: Exposed (Part 1)

Amalia had joined Heavenly Path University as a transfer student. At that time, the classmates around her were thoroughly vetted by them, and nobody would inform Amalia about what she should or shouldn’t do, resulting in her lack of awareness about many things.

The siblings were solely focused on plotting against Amalia; they had no inclination to understand her.

"It’s impossible. I distinctly remember she had a water attribute. When did he gain a fire attribute? How could there be no whispers about it?" Alex said with an unpleasant expression.

"Did you accompany him for the testing?" Arthur’s finger-tapping on the tabletop had slowed down to a steady rhythm.

"No, a student is the one who accompanied her. I heard about it later from that person. He’s on our side; he couldn’t and had no reason to lie to us," Alex explained.

"Father, if Amalia becomes stronger, will she turn against us? Wouldn’t it be better to extinguish the threat while she’s still weak?" Grace suggested.

"No!"

Arthur’s wife instantly rejected her daughter’s proposal without hesitation.

Grace widened her eyes in surprise. Looking at her mother who used to be the first to support her.

"Why not?"

Arthur calmly stated, "Your mother is right. We can’t kill her for now. If she dies, there won’t be anyone to replace your brother to go to the main household."

Alex also felt somewhat dissatisfied.

However, upon hearing his father’s words, he suddenly remembered that Amalia’s existence was merely to die in his place. He immediately felt pleased. He said: "Father is right. But we can’t allow her to continue growing stronger and eventually turn against the Rodriguez family."

"I’ll handle this matter appropriately," Arthur pondered for a moment.

"When she comes here, no one is allowed to reveal even a hint of this, understood?"

"Understood, Father."

After ending the conversation with Arthur, Amalia promptly dialed Carlos’s communication number to inquire about what had happened.

From him, she learned that after the closure of the shop on the Red Espiritual Net, people had been asking daily abut when the new artifacts would be available. As she hadn’t responded, some had even sent private messages to Carlos.

Among them was a user named "Ahjuicy_Lover," who seemed quiet generous and wanted Carlos to introduce him to Amalia, and promising various benefits for him.

Carlos wasn’t particularly enticed by these incentives; rather, he felt this person might be a big client. So introducing him to Amalia might also be a good things for her.

"Sister Amalia, do you think you should contact him?"

Amalia pondered for a moment. "I’ll find some time to talk to him. You don’t need to worry about the rest."

"Alright."

Carlos hesitated for a moment.

"Sister Amalia, in order to successfully enter Heavenly Path University, I want to participate in practical combat training."

"What kind of combat training?"

"It’s the underground black market, where there are some matches against different people. It’s not just about gaining combat experience; there’s also money to be won if you emerge as a victory," Carlos rubbed his hands, he’s not only aiming to improve himself but also aiding his family.

Amalia frowned, "The matches in the underground black market often involve life and death situations. Are you risking your life?"

In her past life, she had ventured through numerous underground black markets and had narrowly escaped death.

Carlos quickly waved his hand, "Not really. Some matches are a regular competitions. I want to start with those regilar competitions. I lack natural talent and don’t excel in any particular area. If I want to enter Heavenly Path University, I have to start from practical combat."

Although the school mostly admitted students with exceptional talents, there were exceptions. If someone had outstanding practical experience but average talent, they still had a chance to be admitted. These individuals were diligent and hardworking, a traits that most mentors appreciated.

"If you need help, you can come to me." Amalia saw determination in Carlos’s eyes. In the journey of growth, one must learn to strive, even if it’s just for one occasion.

For spirit cultivators, if they didn’t strive, their future wouldn’t go far. That’s why she wouldn’t smother Carlos’s future. It was a choice he made himself. As adults, they must take responsibility for themselves.

Amalia was quite pleased with Carlos’s mindset.

In the future, he would understand that practical experience was far more powerful than theoretical knowledge.

"Thank you, Sister Amalia," Carlos was touched, his eyes moistened.

"By the way, how’s your family doing?" Amalia asked again.

Carlos was momentarily stunned, and realizing she was inquiring about his family’s situation. He felt a flutter in his heart. "Thank you, Sister Amalia. Although we haven’t recovered our family’s assets, Brother Samuel said he’d help me and ask me to just focus on cultivation."

"Well, wealth is something external to the body. You don’t have to overly concern yourself with it,"

When Amalia said this words, he pretend as if she hadn’t noticed the meaningful glance that came from Kenny Lin.

After the conversation, Carlos left "Ahjuicy_Lover" contact number with her.

Amalia seldom went on the Red Espiritual Net these days and had no intention of reopening her shop, despite the rising reputation. Since she managed to build a good reputation once, she could do it again.

Moreover, having an online store without any backing could lead to trouble. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Francisco. It was too much hassle.

Amalia didn’t rush to contact the person but stored the number for a later time.

Meanwhile, at the Yoder residence...

"Yannis, come with me to the study." After breakfast, Mr. Yoder got up and headed straight to the study.

Yannis knew what his father was going to ask and anxiously followed.

When they reached the study, he was already sweating profusely.

"How’s the situation progressing?" Mr. Yoder stood with his hands behind his back, and looking out the window, then turned around.

Yannis lowered his head, "I’m sorry, Father. The Accacia Duo are both dead."