Auxiliary Cultivation Manual, Log In and Get One Free! (Part 2)

Burdened with worries, Shi Tiexin had forgotten all about breakfast. He asked for directions as he hurried toward Class 28, First Year, while his mind kept turning without pause. After thinking it over and over, he concluded that if he wanted to rapidly improve his cultivation, he still had to start with the areas where he was lacking.

First, he needed high-quality cultivation manuals. Those little booklets sold at Star Engineering Cadet School were vague and unclear, explaining nothing properly. It would be a miracle if they could produce quick results. Supposedly, even the students with status at Star Engineering Cadet School did not use the manuals there. They were all trying to get their hands on their own little books.

He did not lack those. Good.

Second, he needed a good instructor. Star Engineering Cadet School was practically free-range management. It was almost impossible to find a single capable teacher there. If they were truly compared, the teachers there might not even measure up to a student from one of the Key Classes here.

Come to think of it, that made sense. Any teacher with real ability was a Heart Arts Master. A master like that could work anywhere—why would they come to a dump like Star Engineering Cadet School to teach a bunch of little brats?

It was said that prestigious schools in major cities even had scholars serving as teachers. Scholars were experts at the second major stage of Heart Arts cultivation. With masters to impart knowledge, teach skills, and clear away doubts, cultivation naturally progressed faster.

How enviable!

He wondered what the teachers of the Trash Class were like. They probably would not be very good either, or why would it be called the "Trash Class"? Still, he hoped they would not be too terrible. Amitabha, bless me, bless me.

The last method was also the one that could best bring subjective initiative into play—the method that could accelerate cultivation through one's own capability. It was the Auxiliary Cultivation Manual.

Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals were one of the crucial strategic resources in Heart Arts cultivation. Shi Tiexin had not even known such things existed before. It was only after that guy came over and talked his ear off that he asked someone to look into them. And once he did, the discovery made his whole body shudder.

Legend had it that Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals could speed up the cultivation of corresponding Heart Arts. Good manuals could even achieve an efficient twenty percent increase!

You thought twenty percent was not much?

No. In Heart Arts cultivation, every second had to be fought for. Even one percent was immensely important, let alone twenty percent—it was the difference between heaven and earth. Besides, accelerated cultivation was addictive. After a long, arduous trek, suddenly speeding up was like suddenly spurring a horse into a gallop. It felt so good it sent one soaring to the heavens. Trying to slow down again afterward could make someone vomit blood from frustration.

Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals differed from cultivation manuals. They could not be used endlessly; once one was used up, it had to be replaced with a new one. When allocating Heart Arts resources, some people would rather cut back on cultivation manuals than spare the money for good auxiliary manuals, even if it meant going bankrupt.

There was no need to say more about the importance of Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals.

If he wanted to rapidly raise his Heart Arts level, the key lay in Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals.

Damn it. He did not even know where to get one, or whether this world even had Auxiliary Cultivation Manuals. If it did, what price would he have to pay to obtain one? Could his current finances afford it...

Lost in thought, Shi Tiexin made his way deeper into the teaching district. Just like the dormitory area, the Trash Class did not occupy any presentable location in the teaching district. It was tucked away at the deepest, rearmost end of all the school buildings. The buildings up front were tall and imposing, dignified in appearance and exquisitely decorated. But the old teaching building in the back... Shi Tiexin sniffed, and caught a familiar, faintly tipsy smell.

This really was the Trash Class! Even the smell of garbage had followed it over!

As he walked down the corridor, Shi Tiexin surveyed both sides from the corner of his eye. This place was completely unlike the blazing atmosphere of study in the Key Classes. It was a noisy mess, filled with people talking loudly and chatting away. Boys and girls dashed through the corridors, laughing and squealing. Who knew what they were so excited about? In any case, they looked ready to break into a mad dash at any moment.

There were also quite a few strange-looking characters, such as the boy walking toward him from across the hall. He was rather tall, more than half a head taller than most boys, only a little shorter than Shi Tiexin. His body beneath his clothes looked somewhat sturdy, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, faintly suggesting an inverted triangle.

The guy was not bad-looking, his face full of collagen, but he seemed absurdly chuuni. He had taken off his school uniform jacket, tied its sleeves around his waist, and made the jacket hang like a short skirt.

He held a horn comb in his hand. Even while walking, he repeatedly used his left hand to meticulously sweep his hair upward, while the horn comb in his right hand followed close behind to fix it in place, shaping his hair into something like an upward-facing lawn.

Looking closely, something at his earlobe was actually flashing. An earring flickered in and out of sight amid his hair—a silver skull design, chuuni to the extreme. Oh, and he had a pair of dead fish eyes, along with an arrogant, punchable expression that looked down on everyone.

He charged recklessly through the corridor, shoving aside anyone who blocked his path. The other boys did not dare say a word, while the girls repeatedly cast coy glances his way. Shrill cries of "Brother Feng is so handsome!" rang out again and again from the shadows.

Oh? Was this guy a martial artist?

Shi Tiexin instinctively gave him a few extra looks, examining his chest, waist, back, finger joints, and footwork—heh, just a weakling—then stopped paying attention. They brushed past each other, and he continued in search of Class 28.

"Hm?"

The boy suddenly halted and turned to look at Shi Tiexin's retreating back. His lazy dead fish eyes seemed to sharpen at once.

"Was that an illusion?" He stared at Shi Tiexin's back from the side, raising his face at a thirty-degree angle so he would look even more defiant. Then, in a low voice that others could not clearly hear but could vaguely catch—at a volume he clearly thought was extremely cool—he murmured, "No, my senses cannot be wrong. That truly is the aura of a battle-hardened powerhouse... An unfamiliar guy. Hmph, could he be trying to seize a spot among the new generation of the Four Heavenly Kings? He is a formidable rival."

"But what of it?" He raised both hands and swept them through his hair, making every strand flutter. "No one can shake me. I am the invincible Liu Chuanfeng..."

"Liu Shufeng!" A boy ran over in a panic. "Someone saw Square Head coming this way!"

Swish, swish—two slaps flattened his upturned hair. In the blink of an eye, he properly put the little skirt around his waist back on as a jacket. The skull stud in his ear vanished into his pocket in an instant. He zipped up with a whoosh, then pulled a pair of thick-framed glasses from his trouser pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose. In an instant, his image changed completely. Before anyone could blink, he had become an honest, well-behaved student.

After finishing up, he suddenly remembered something and smacked the boy on the scalp with the back of his hand. "How many times have I told you? Don't fucking call me Liu Shufeng. It sounds tacky as hell!"

On the other side, Shi Tiexin finally found the classroom for Class 28, First Year.

The gap was everywhere. Even the classroom door was one of those old, broken wooden doors. Fengming First High School was really something else! When he entered the classroom, there were surprisingly not many students inside, and quite a few of them were still chatting among themselves without the slightest intention of studying.

Several people looked toward Shi Tiexin, who stood at the doorway, unable to guess where this imposing big brother had come from. Shi Tiexin looked left and right, then suddenly raised his voice slightly. "Who is the class monitor of Class 28?"

7/100, A journey of a thousand miles begins beneath one's feet~