I Can Grant Origin Powers To Anything

A hotpot gathering where the guests thoroughly enjoyed themselves, leaving everyone exhilarated and drenched in sweat.

Especially after listening to Father Wang's suggestion earlier…

Xu Lingjun remembered that using demon beast flesh in a hotpot should taste quite good.

So then.

He quickly returned to the dormitory and took out the arm of the Baoxue Giant Ape from before, swiftly slicing it into a large bowl of meat slices.

In terms of fresh taste, it indeed improved by several levels, and after eating, his lower abdomen felt warm, allowing him to distinctly feel an enhancement in his True Qi.

Especially the blood and flesh of the Level 8 demon beast, containing incredibly rich Spiritual Qi and Qi Blood, even Xu Lingjun felt his body being continuously tempered as if struck by thunder, with his internal organs trembling incessantly…

Not to mention Sun Lingli and the others.

Those with slightly weaker strength stopped after a bite or two; while good, if it exceeds the body's capacity, it's not necessarily a good thing.

Li Jingjun stopped halfway too, silently digesting the residual blood energy in her body.

Only Xu Lingjun continued to feast happily.

This is definitely good stuff.

As he ate, he admired Father Wang's business acumen even more.

As an ordinary person, to come up with the idea of slicing demon beast flesh into rolls; this way, he wouldn't need to ask Senior Xu Qian to sell it. Instead, he could directly hand over his harvest to the hotpot restaurant, and his returns would at least double…

Monetary profit might still need to cover the rent and staff wages of the Martial Mansion, but academic credit – aside from himself, who else would need it?

In the end, it would all be his to gain…

Father Wang probably didn't anticipate that while he merely wanted to give his son a taste of home, he'd unexpectedly bring Xu Lingjun a tremendous surprise. If things continue like this, who else but Xu Lingjun would be the richest in Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion?

The hotpot meal lasted two to three hours, and even as they left, more and more people continued to arrive.

This place… is amazing.

And upon leaving.

Xu Lingjun also noticed the figure of Han Yun City.

He sat quietly at an open-air table, with bubbling red oil in front of him. The big table had only him alone.

Everyone around avoided him like the plague, staying far away from him.

A child eating hotpot alone, this kid must be quite lonely.

"Han Yun City, I've heard he once killed someone within Dongxu Martial Mansion, and if it wasn't for the main force of Dongxu Mansion protecting him, he probably would have been expelled."

Li Jingjun walked up to Xu Lingjun, whispering, "Xu Tongxue, be extra careful if you ever encounter him."

"Hmm, I know."

Xu Lingjun had also heard the rumors about Han Yun City killing someone, but now it seemed there might be more to the story.

He actually felt the urge to walk over and keep him company. The two had fought side by side several times, and though the total time spent together didn't exceed two hours, he already felt a sort of inexplicable camaraderie with him.

Probably a bond formed through life and death.

What a pity…

If it weren't for that mess with Zhou Mu and Marquis Xia Wu.

Tsk, a whole lot of troublemakers, deserved to be by Chen Bingjiang.

At this moment, Han Yun City also looked over.

When their eyes met, they both saw an indescribable meaning in each other's gaze.

No greetings were exchanged, yet both understood the other's intent.

But to outsiders, it appeared...

"Here they come, here they come, they've met again."

"Could Han Yun City be here to cause trouble for Xu Lingjun? He doesn't seem like someone who came just to have hotpot."

"Quite likely, back during the Dragon Gate Examination, he maintained some dignity; after all, he was still ahead by three points in the martial trial. But this time, Xu Lingjun led by a large margin… He must be really angry."

"They won't start a fight here, will they?"

"If they really start fighting, the boss will profit! Previously, because two Pavilion Masters fought, the boss made a great fortune. I heard now the whole street is owned by that boss without spending a penny. If they fight again, who knows how much compensation will be needed."

Upon noticing Xu Lingjun and Han Yun City's eye contact, the people around them grew excited.

Han Yun City had now finished eating as well.

He stood up to leave, passing by Xu Lingjun, casually saying, "The hotpot tastes good. Next time you come to the Imperial Capital, I'll treat you to the local specialty of braised severed palm, as well as gift you a thanking gift, a gift for this trial."

The words seemed straightforward, but clearly concealed a blatant provocation. Severed palm, whose severed palm?

Thanking gift?

Why a thanking gift, unless Xu Lingjun and Han Yun City teamed up to kill someone and Han Yun City took the lion's share during the split?

Obviously impossible.

It's clearly about repaying a previous humiliation.

Xu Lingjun nodded and said, "Alright, I'll await it."

Perhaps only he understood that Han Yun City's words truly meant what they said, without any other implication.

Han Yun City left first.

And Xu Lingjun and the others followed soon after…

"Look at that, such a tense atmosphere, such deep-seated resentment. Han Yun City had several plans thwarted by Xu Lingjun; he must really hate him!"

In a distant private room.

Liu Zhiyuan, Li Tianlai, Tai Zhengyuan, and others sat there.

Aside from Zhou Qianmo, who hadn't come due to mourning his grandson, nearly all the Pavilion Masters were present.

Liu Zhiyuan sighed, "Seems that when Xu Lingjun heads to the Imperial Capital later, I need to remind him to be extra cautious."

Li Tianlai remained indifferent to the outside affairs, focusing solely on the meat slices in the hotpot that had just been cooked and were still tender, muddled words in his mouth, "Don't worry, the little city knows its limits."

"Pah, if he knew his limits, he wouldn't have killed someone."

"Alas, that's why preconceived notions in people's hearts are like a mountain."

"That doesn't sound like something Elder Li would say, be honest, which book did you read that from?"

"Hehehehe…"

Li Tianlai smiled without speaking.

The exchange between Xu Lingjun and Han Yun City was limited to just two brief sentences.

Those who needed to know already knew, no need to say more.

Xu Lingjun wasn't bothered, but Sun Lingli was full of worry. To her, Han Yun City seemed like an unparalleled fierce person, and now he was fixated on Xu Tongxue.

Xu Tongxue so courteous and gentle, fragile and elegant, and being targeted by him could be dangerous.

Facing the concerned gazes, Xu Lingjun said little, bidding farewell at his doorstep.

Sun Lingli and Li Jingjun each returned to their residences to rest, Gu Xi staggered away, clearly drunk but visibly in high spirits.

Everyone felt exhausted.

Guo Zheng and Zong Xiaoping both slept soundly on the floor.

The heating was broken; the air conditioning's warm breeze, though dry, was just as warm as the heating.

It seemed that during the days he was away, Father Wang had indeed been very busy…

Xu Lingjun went into the practice room, seeing Wang Tiancheng sprawled on the bed deeply asleep and snoring, he helped cover him with a blanket.

Grateful to Sister Yaya, though he lost his parents, because of Sister Yaya, he gained a lover who cared for him dearly and a father who loves him as his own.

He returned to his room.

Took a shower.

Washed away days of exhaustion and grime.

Wearing pajamas, sitting on the two-meter wide bed… Xu Lingjun took out his gains from this trip to the Ice Snow Realm.

Considerable, very considerable.

Unfortunately, the Muscle Strengthening Pill was for Sister Yaya, and if it's out of his body, even the Talent Source becomes ineffective.

This was a theory deduced after multiple experiments on Sun Lingli's body.

Unless in contact with my body, she swallows it.

But I can't possibly add a part of my body to the elixir and then grant it to her to consume.

What if it destroys the effectiveness of the medicine?

Fine, middle-grade it is. Since Zhou Mu places such importance on this elixir, it must be for someone extremely close to him; even he can only get the middle-grade… which shows that middle-grade is already quite remarkable.

Not that Xu Lingjun expects Sister Yaya to punch small monsters and kick Ultramen, just a little boost to resistance will suffice.

He carefully put the elixir away…

This elixir must not see the light of day, apart from him and Sister Yaya, not even Father Wang can be told; a secret must never let a third party know.

Good thing there are plenty of things allowed to be seen.

Xu Lingjun's eyes moved to another pile on the bed consisting of phones, bank cards, USB drives, and other items.

Marquis Xia Wu, the old fellow's matters bear no daylight, which, looking at it contrary, actually helped him.