Super Fusion

Chapter 42: Second-Grade Spiritual

It was only then, seeing the apologetic look on Secretary Yan's face, that Xu Yu suddenly smiled, picked up the wine bottle, and poured himself a full glass.

To be honest, he hadn't paid any attention to the slight unfriendly tone the other party had shown earlier, but since the other party had already drunk it, he might as well let it go.

When Xu Yu finished his drink, a look of relief flashed across Secretary Yan's face, and even Shang Hanyi, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief. Then, the two of them smiled simultaneously, turning directly to He Ling, who was standing to the side in a daze

, and said, "We almost forgot, we came here to congratulate the birthday boy." This sentence completely brought He Ling to her senses, and she hurriedly waved her hands to thank him, leaving Secretary Yan and Shang speechless. It seemed that no one in the entire private room knew Xu Yu's identity.

Then, Secretary Yan smiled and said, "Then, Mr. Xu, we won't disturb you any longer."

Shang Hanyi pointed directly at Li Hesong and laughed, "You little Li, you know Mr. Xu, yet you dragged us along to show off? You're truly blind!"

These words instantly made Li Hesong's face turn a deep green, utterly embarrassed. Now, he even seemed to lack the courage to look at Xu Yu, and could only awkwardly smile and repeatedly agree.

This time, he had completely lost face. He had intended to bring these two powerful figures to see Xu Yu humiliated, but unexpectedly, it had only amplified Xu Yu's authority to a terrifying degree, so terrifying that even he trembled.

Even though he wasn't from Linzhou, unless he wanted to quit his job, he had to stay in Linzhou obediently.

Thinking back on this near-self-inflicted wound, Li Hesong almost wanted to punch himself a few times in frustration. However, he wasn't entirely without a sliver of relief; thankfully, he discovered it early. Otherwise, if he and Xu Yu had a real argument, he wouldn't even know how he died.

Just as Li Hesong nervously saw Yan and Shang off, the private room fell into a deathly silence once more. Mo Biao, He Ling, and the others looked at Xu Yu with eyes full of awe. Even Zhang Yan stared intently at Xu Yu with her beautiful eyes, though it wasn't awe, it was filled with doubt.

Was this man still the same insecure, seemingly isolated boy she had known for years, the one who had locked himself in a frozen world?

Although she had witnessed almost his entire transformation, practically watching him rebuild his confidence step by step, how could such a drastic change have occurred in just a few months?

Even if he was confident, he shouldn't command such awe and caution from two powerful figures from Linzhou!

Seeing the gazes of those around him, Xu Yu gave a wry smile. There was no way to explain these things. Even Zhang Yan—did he expect him to tell her about his terrifying abilities? Otherwise, he couldn't explain. And even if he did, she might not believe him.

"Don't forget, everyone, today is He Ling's birthday. I'm just Zhang Yan's friend," Xu Yu said helplessly, trying to sound relaxed.

This statement, while not completely putting He Ling and the others at ease, did have some effect, and the table became slightly more lively again. However, by this point, no one dared to urge Xu Yu to drink anymore, even after Li Hesong returned. Throughout the meal, Mr. Li avoided eye contact, unable to look Xu Yu in the eye, looking quite embarrassed.

The banquet continued for a while, but Xu Yu had no choice but to smile and take his leave. After all, he had come to Dingsheng for a welcome banquet prepared by his company. Leaving for a while was acceptable, but not showing up at all would be rather unseemly.

Smiling and bidding farewell to everyone, Xu Yu returned to the next private room. His reappearance immediately drew laughter and scolding from Yang Jianming and the others; his disappearance had been far too long. Xu Yu said nothing, simply punishing himself with a few drinks to appease their anger.

That night, it wasn't until nearly ten o'clock that he returned to his residence, slightly tipsy.

"It seems she's been doing quite well these past few days." With a hint of excitement, Xu Yu continued his fusion process. After quickly fusing four portions of spiritual energy, Xu Yu intended to simply relax and rest.

However, unexpectedly, a familiar thought suddenly entered his mind.

"Reserved first-grade spiritual energy 9, can fuse second-grade spiritual energy 1, no energy consumption, fuse?"

This single thought instantly jolted the slightly drunk Xu Yu into a daze, then completely sober. Reserved first-grade spiritual energy 9? Can fuse second-grade spiritual energy?

"Second-grade spiritual energy?"

Xu Yu exclaimed softly in surprise, then hurriedly looked into the space in his mind. He discovered that the first-grade spiritual energy he had been using as a reserve had indeed increased to nine-tenths. This was something that had never happened before. Previously, the spiritual energy he fused was either directly integrated into his body or directly into the jade pendant, always leaving a maximum of five or six portions as reserves.

He never expected that now, when his body could no longer fuse, and the spiritual energy absorbed by the jade pendant had reached a considerable level, such a change would occur when he continued to store it.

Even though, since the ability first appeared, it had always indicated first-grade spiritual energy, which occasionally made him wonder if there were even higher-grade spiritual energy, it was always just a question. He never expected that second-grade spiritual energy would actually appear.

After a long moment of stunned silence, Xu Yu suddenly snapped out of his daze, his heart filled with overwhelming joy. As for whether to fuse it? He answered "yes" almost without hesitation.

Not to mention, this fusion didn't require any effort.

With a thought, the nine parts of first-grade spiritual energy that had been quietly lingering in the space suddenly erupted into a ball of gray light, as if under pressure, rapidly converging and compressing into one point.

"Crackling sounds"

he even seemed to hear a faint series of explosions. After a short while, about two or three minutes, the gray light surrounding the nine parts of first-grade spiritual energy suddenly dissipated, and a small ball of new spiritual energy reappeared before his eyes.

This time, the energy was noticeably different from the previous first-grade spiritual energy—in its color. If the color of first-grade spiritual energy was crystal clear, like a gemstone compared to clear water,

then this energy was misty, mixed with many colorful strands, like scattered colorful light shimmering within a cloud of mist. At first glance, the magnificent scene was exceptionally captivating.