I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 1111 Innate Divine Strength

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1111 Innate Divine Strength

You had just recovered, and deliberately snatched a basket of fruit from a few girls, rushing like the wind and fire to deliver it to Ling Yifeng and Dilia.

Your thought process was simple; having offended the Maintenance Team, you’d likely face their ruthless revenge. Right now, relying on Ling Yifeng and Dilia seemed like the only way to ensure your safety—this was the survival technique you’ve learned over the years in social strata.

When you arrived, Dilia was getting cozy with a beautiful woman.

It wasn’t polite to interrupt, so you handed Ling Yifeng a juicy peach.

Ling Yifeng didn’t hold back, biting into it right away, and deliberately made a "slurp, slurp" sound while eating.

Enticed by Ling Yifeng’s disgusting noises, Dilia pushed away the young beauty in her arms and you immediately flattered her with a bigger, juicier peach.

"One more."

Dilia gobbled up all the fruit in the basket in one go and even let out an inelegant burp afterward.

Though it was a subtle move, it still caught your attention.

Seeing all this, Dilia raised her eyebrows seductively at you; her eyes emitted an infinite charm that almost made you strip naked, pick up your spear, and fight for the beauty to the end—even if it cost you your life.

Your resistance to beautiful women wasn’t strong, but fortunately, you learned from Ling Yifeng that Dilia only liked women and had a strong disdain for men. In the end, you managed to control your baser instincts with reason, looking up at Dilia with a flattering expression, "Elder sister, do you have any orders?"

"Normally, mom here wouldn’t bother with a pig-brain like you, but..." here, Dilia emphasized the word ’but’, "but you, kid, suit my taste well, and seeing that you possess Innate Divine Strength, I’ll show you a clear path."

"Please tell me, elder sister."

Hearing Dilia’s words, your heart blossomed with joy; it felt like your originally desert-dry heart instantly bloomed into an ocean of flowers—Dilia’s words clearly indicated that she had accepted you as one of her own.

"As you know, among Humans, families possessing the Domain of Blood have descendants who inherit their domain to varying degrees. This type of domain is called the Domain of Blood. The existence of the Domain of Blood is widespread, and each family’s domain varies in strength."

At your nod, Dilia continued, "It’s said that your father had a triple-stratum Domain of Blood, your elder sister inherited two layers, while you only inherited one."

You nodded, saying, "Yes."

This fact was almost common knowledge in Qinglan Nation.

"Actually, your Domain of Blood and my Innate Divine Strength are not from the same source, but they share a similar origin; your divine strength is inherited through the Domain of Blood, while mine comes from having the pure blood of the God of Warton within me..."

"Alright, alright, get to the point. I’ve heard these ancient stories and tedious details hundreds of times, my ears are growing weeds from hearing them."

Ling Yifeng, who had been getting impatient on the side, heard this. Dilia, though generous, would launch into lengthy discourses about her background when it came up, a bitter experience Ling Yifeng had endured many times before.

Dilia rolled her eyes flirtatiously at Ling Yifeng and switched to a more blunt tone, "I’ll skip the nonsense and tell you straight about the method to advance."

"Mhm!" From somewhere behind your back, you produced a thick notebook and a pen, your serious demeanor nothing like that of a bandit leader.

"Actually, the method is simple: challenge your own limits."

"What do you mean, teacher, uh, elder sister?" you asked, biting the pen and staring straight at Dilia.

"Idiot!" Dilia’s right hand, freed of its shackles at some point, flicked on your head, "It simply means to exhaust all your strength and then force yourself to tap into new potential. Only this way can you advance."

"But elder sister, you haven’t finished telling it yet."

But Dilia didn’t pay you any more attention.

You had some understanding of Dilia’s fiery temperament from Ling Yifeng and didn’t dare to press further, instead looking at Ling Yifeng with pleading eyes.

Ling Yifeng chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I don’t know how, but it feels like you haven’t been to school, judging from the scribbles you write."

Ling Yifeng’s comment deeply embarrassed you. Truly, you hadn’t studied much; growing up poor, there was no money for education.

And you were barely able to remember a few characters based on the fragmented memories in your mind; you hadn’t received any formal education, the characters just appeared automatically in your mind.

But you didn’t want to show it, since you were currently speaking as Lei Xiu.

"Sorry, I’m just a bit lazy, elder brother, please forgive me," you said apologetically.

Ling Yifeng shook his head with a wry smile: "Actually, what Dilia mentioned was clear enough. She meant for you to keep using your Divine Power, exhausting yourself each time, for only then can you break through your limits."

"Continuously using... Hmm, elder brother, how can I use up all my Divine Power? Ever since I got it, I’ve found I have inexhaustible strength," you shared your confusion.

"Simple," Ling Yifeng suddenly grinned wickedly, "when night falls, go alone to the woods around the Academy and fight magical beasts."

Seeing Ling Yifeng’s mischievous smile made your heart skip, and you cried out, "Elder brother, don’t mess with me. I’m still young; I don’t want to die just yet."

"Fatty, let me tell you, if you want to become strong, if you want to be a hero, to become the center of attention, you must risk your life. If you aren’t willing to risk it, then don’t act tough and just stay here until you grow old and die."

Dilia was getting impatient; she truly despised cowards, and your performance today greatly disappointed her.

You remained silent. In fact, you had grown somewhat tired of the life filled with battles over the years.

But being just a bandit leader, wherever you went, you were despised and hunted.

You didn’t want to become a so-called hero, didn’t want to become stronger, nor did you want to become the focus of others.