While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Chapter 50 Senior Sister Mingming

Xuanzhong Ruler.

The moment Tianyan took the massive, black iron ruler, as tall as a man, out of his storage ring, the entire workbench groaned under the weight.

"Thump!"

The ruler is entirely black, without any decoration or even a sharpening. It is simply a plain, unadorned lump of iron cast into the shape of a ruler. Its surface has a very faint, mysterious pattern that looks like it has been worn away by time, and it gleams with a cold, hard luster under the harsh white light of the laboratory.

He reached out and grasped the ruler handle; it was icy cold to the touch, and to be honest, it really felt like holding a piece of iron that had just been pulled out of a deep well!

Then, he felt a pressure, and the flow of his magical power slowed down considerably for a moment, like a wilted eggplant.

Controlling the vortex of cursed energy within his body to accelerate its rotation, the purplish-gold liquid cursed energy flowed along his meridians to his limbs and bones, thus neutralizing the pressure.

But the pressure didn't disappear; instead, it was like an invisible shell, clinging tightly to his skin and pressing down steadily.

Tianyan moved his wrists, feeling the compression.

"...Interesting. So it really does have the function of suppressing curse power."

When the Xuanzhong Ruler first appeared in the original work, it was mentioned that it was forged from meteorite iron from outer space and had the magical ability to suppress battle qi. Now that Tianyan was holding it, the curse power in his body was indeed suppressed.

Another characteristic of this weapon is that it is extremely heavy.

He slowly picked up the Xuanzhong Ruler with one hand. As soon as it was completely off the ground, the cursed gauze robe slowly appeared. When he held it horizontally in front of him, it appeared completely.

This also means that Tianyan was able to lift this weapon with one hand thanks to the physical enhancement provided by the Cursed Silk Robe!

One can imagine how heavy the Xuanzhong Ruler is!

Although it has no sharp edge, with its weight and hardness, even without sharpening, hitting a person is no different from being hit by a truck.

Tianyan gripped the ruler handle and tried swinging it.

The ruler drew a black arc in the air, the wind it created was deep and heavy, like the roar of some large beast.

But the movement was slower than expected.

It wasn't that he couldn't swing, but rather that the oppressive force and weight were affecting his every movement. The contraction of his muscles, the rotation of his joints, and the flow of his magical power were all suppressed by that invisible shell, as if he had been thrown into water, and every movement required more effort than usual.

The gravitational field emanating from the ruler not only affected the spell power but also the physical body. The muscle fibers trembled slightly under the continuous pressure, as if being repeatedly kneaded by an invisible hand, with each movement causing tiny tears and repairs.

Just like in the original work, the core function of the Xuan Heavy Ruler is not combat, but cultivation, allowing the user to strengthen their physical body and battle qi without realizing it. After removing the ruler, speed and strength will be significantly improved.

This is amazing! A fantastic tool for swimming and fitness!

A sorcerer's combat relies not only on spells or spell power, but also on physical strength. When a certain level of strength is reached, there are even absurd situations where the physical body can overpower the soul!

For Tianyan, physical training was of paramount importance. When he saw the Xuanzhong Ruler, he was as excited as a cat seeing a fish!

He trained until he was exhausted in the laboratory before putting away the Xuanzhong Ruler and returning to his dormitory.

He went into the bathroom, took a shower, then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

In the last sliver of clarity of his consciousness, he was still thinking about whether he should carry the Xuanzhong Ruler to class the next morning.

Then he fell asleep.

......

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin, golden band of light on the sheets.

Tianyan was awakened by a strange touch.

It wasn't an alarm clock, nor was it a knock on the door; it was a kind of... pressure.

Something was pressing down on him.

It was neither too light nor too heavy, but the position was very subtle, right between his waist and abdomen, as if someone were straddling him there.

Moreover, that thing was warm, had weight, and could move.

Tianyan's consciousness slowly rose from his slumber. His brain struggled between wakefulness and confusion for about half a second before the pink flames surged within him, clearing his mind. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of long legs wrapped in black stockings.

The black stockings shimmered faintly in the morning light, stretching from the ankles all the way to the thighs, their lines so smooth they looked as if they had been drawn with a ruler.

She was wearing a pair of black high heels with slender heels that gleamed coldly in the morning light.

Those legs were straddling his waist in a very natural posture, one on each side.

Tianyan's gaze slowly moved upwards along those long legs.

Past the knees, past the thighs encased in black stockings, past the hem of the dark bodycon skirt, past the hem of the white shirt, past the curves of the bodycon.

Then, he saw a face.

Her long, blue-white hair was tied into a high ponytail, with two strands of bangs hanging down on either side of her face, shimmering with a silvery-blue luster in the morning light. Her features were delicate and charming, with a languid air between her brows and eyes, looking down at her with an expression like a cat watching ants.

Tianyan thought to himself, "That expression would probably make countless junior students call me 'Mom'."

The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, not very pronounced, but very noticeable, as if she had been smiling for a while and was waiting for the other person to notice.

Tianyan looked at her.

She looked at Tianyan.

There was a blanket between the two.

To be precise, the other person straddled him through the blanket, but even so, the warmth still traveled through the cotton fabric to his waist and abdomen.

Tianyan's brain processed three pieces of information in that instant.

First, this is a woman he doesn't know.

Secondly, the woman sat on his bed, straddling his waist through a blanket.

Third, how did she get in?

"......Good morning."

The woman with long, blue-white hair spoke first, her voice low and languid, like a cat stretching after just waking up. A slight smile played on her lips as she said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Awake?"

Tianyan remained silent.

Even during his post-coital period, his brain was still operating at a rate at least 30% slower than usual.

It wasn't because he wasn't calm enough, but because the scene before him was just too outrageous!

He confirmed that he had not drunk any alcohol, had not taken any drugs, had not been attacked by any cursed spirits, and had not gone astray during his cultivation the previous night.

Therefore, this is not an illusion.

There really was a mature woman with blue and white hair, dressed like a secretary, wearing black stockings, a pencil skirt, and a white shirt. She appeared in his dormitory early in the morning, straddled his waist, and greeted him in a tone that said, "The weather is nice today."

Tian Yan took a deep breath and, with his Sai Yanzu-like face, uttered his first words of the day, "Who are you?"

The blue-and-white-haired mature woman tilted her head, her smile deepening: "Mingming."

She said it in a relaxed tone, as if introducing herself: "A freelance sorcerer who graduated from a sorcery academy, your senior."

She paused, then held up a finger and pointed it in the air.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Tianyan."

Tianyan looked at her and remained silent for two seconds: "Senior Mingming."

He spoke, his voice still calm, but with a very restrained, polite confusion in his tone: "Could you please explain why you are in my room, and... sitting on me like this?"

Mingming blinked, a mischievous glint in her cat-like eyes.

"Because it's easier to talk this way."

She said that, then leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on the pillows on either side of Tianyan's head, her long blue and white hair slipping down her shoulders and falling to the side of Tianyan's face.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to less than twenty centimeters.

Tianyan could see the curve of her eyelashes and smell the faint scent of a woody perfume emanating from her.

"Lord Tianyan".

Mingming lowered his voice slightly, his tone serious and unquestionable: "I like money."

Tianyan: "..."

"I really like it."

She added, her tone so sincere it sounded like a confession: "Anything in this world that can't be exchanged for money is worthless to me."

She paused, and the smile on her lips deepened.

"And you..."

She stretched out her finger and tapped Tianyan's nose: "This is the cash cow I found and like the most."

Tianyan stared blankly at the face so close to his.

His brain finally rebooted and began processing information at a normal rate.