Chapter 11: Probe (1/1)
"Heaven-envied person?"
Not only was Jiang Li slightly surprised, even Wu Feng, who was training hard nearby, cast a curious glance over.
Noticing their gazes, Ning Tian remained calm.
She looked directly at Jiang Li and continued, "I checked some ancient records sent from my sect and found a case very similar to yours."
Hearing this, Jiang Li became interested and nodded with a smile.
"Go on."
Ning Tian did not waste words and began explaining.
"The person recorded in that ancient text was extremely special. He was born with full innate soul power.
At first, his parents believed their child had the potential of a Titled Douluo.
But soon they discovered a problem—although he had full innate soul power at birth, his body was extremely weak, almost completely paralyzed from birth.
Until the day he died, he was never able to stand up, let alone absorb a soul ring and become a soul master.
Later generations called him the 'Heaven-envied person.'"
At this point, Ning Tian looked at Jiang Li.
Sensing her gaze, Jiang Li seemed to understand something and revealed a meaningful smile.
Ning Tian continued, "Jiang Li, in my view, you might be similar to that person. You are also a so-called Heaven-envied person, but your situation is the exact opposite.
That person sacrificed his body for innate full soul power, while you exchanged innate soul power for an extraordinary physical body."
After finishing, she fell silent and waited for his response.
Jiang Li smiled faintly, resting his cheek on his hand.
"Miss Ning is indeed worthy of being the heir of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—very smart."
"You flatter me. I just read it in ancient records," Ning Tian replied with a light laugh.
But Jiang Li then said casually, "However, instead of 'Heaven-envied person,' I prefer to call it… Heavenly Restriction."
"Heavenly Restriction?" Ning Tian showed curiosity, then seemed to recall something.
Seeing her reaction, Jiang Li smiled.
"Miss Ning should have already investigated me. You must know what others call me, right?"
Hearing this, Ning Tian froze slightly, then subconsciously answered:
"...Heavenly Tyrant."
"Correct. No prize," Jiang Li smiled.
It was clearly a harmless smile, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.
At that moment, Ning Tian suddenly recalled her father's warning before she left the sect a month ago.
He had told her that Jiang Li was extremely dangerous, and she should not be deceived by appearances—only try to recruit him, never trust him fully.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shiver.
Fortunately, the topic did not continue for long. By evening, she and Wu Feng returned to Shrek Academy.
Not long after the two left, Jiang Li, who was lying in his wooden chair, suddenly smiled faintly.
"Since you're already here, why hide?"
As his voice fell, a figure appeared silently in the courtyard.
A middle-aged man in Shrek Academy's teacher uniform stood there.
"May I ask who you are? And what brings you here?" Jiang Li opened one eye, smiling.
The man placed his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.
"I am Du Weilun, director of the outer academy of Shrek's Martial Soul Department. I was ordered by the dean to come and see what makes you so 'special.'"
Although his tone was polite, there was clear arrogance and disdain hidden within.
Jiang Li noticed it but didn't care.
"Oh, Director Du. I've heard a lot about you."
Yet he made no move to stand up.
Seeing this, Du Weilun frowned slightly, displeased, but still forced himself to continue.
"I heard you are an ordinary person without soul power?"
"As you can see. Why don't you check for yourself?" Jiang Li replied casually.
Du Weilun snorted coldly and released his spiritual power.
His spiritual sense spread like a dense web, scanning Jiang Li completely.
But the result made his pupils shrink.
There was truly not a single trace of soul power in Jiang Li's body.
"So it's true—you really have no soul power."
Du Weilun withdrew his spiritual sense, his disdain now completely unconcealed.
"The dean is making a fuss over nothing, sending me to meet someone who isn't even a soul master. If not for his face, someone like you would never even meet me in your lifetime."
Jiang Li continued lounging in the chair, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, smile unchanged.
"Director Du seems very confident in your status."
"Of course. I am a proud member of Shrek," Du Weilun said proudly.
A faint teasing glint appeared in Jiang Li's dark eyes.
"So Director Du is truly proud of being part of Shrek."
"Naturally. You would never understand this honor," Du Weilun said, lifting his chest.
Hearing this, Jiang Li suddenly laughed out loud.
"Haha…"
Du Weilun's face darkened instantly.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Sorry, I just thought of something funny," Jiang Li said, slightly restraining his laughter.
Such a perfunctory answer only made Du Weilun more suspicious.
Before he could speak again, Jiang Li asked, "By the way, Director Du, did your dean explain my situation to you in detail?"
After returning to Shrek City, Jiang Li had already guessed Ling Luocheng would report him.
So Du Weilun's visit was not surprising.
What he was curious about was whether Yan Shaozhe had fully informed him about the Soul Emperor-level heretical soul master Jiang Li had killed.
From Du Weilun's attitude, it was obvious he hadn't.
"What do you mean?" Du Weilun frowned.
He only remembered the dean saying Jiang Li was special—no soul power, but an extremely strong body capable of rivaling soul masters.
As for anything else, he wasn't told.
Realizing this, Du Weilun finally understood the problem.
The dean had withheld key information. This wasn't a probe—it was dumping a hot potato on him.
Jiang Li's smile faded.
His black eyes turned cold and deep.
"Seems your dean is quite a calculating man."
In that instant, the courtyard air froze.
Du Weilun's hair stood on end as a sense of death engulfed him.
Before he could react, Jiang Li's fingertip hovered one inch from his brow.
"Director Du, go back and tell your dean this: don't try to read me. Or he will regret it."
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