Going to School

Monday morning, six o'clock sharp.

Chen Mo exited his visualization on time and opened his system panel for a look.

Spiritual Power had steadily increased by 2 points, reaching 163; Visualization Method proficiency had increased by 20 points; Basic Flying Needle Technique was at Beginner (13/100); Spiritual Perception proficiency had increased by 15 points.

Last night, Chen Mo had relentlessly thrown flying needles, practicing for over an hour.

With his stable talent at work, and under Spiritual Perception, he corrected his needle-throwing posture bit by bit and summarized the techniques for applying force, allowing him to successfully learn the flying needle technique.

He now had one more martial technique. Although it was a low-tier Basic Martial Technique, Chen Mo believed that if he trained it to a high level, it would surely prove useful.

To avoid wasting time, Chen Mo got up and stood on his bed to practice Basic Stance Training.

There was no helping it—Chen Mo's room was quite small, with the bed taking up most of the space.

Usually, as long as his little sister wasn't clinging to him to sleep, he would get up early and practice stance training on the bed.

"I wonder if the resistance to the Qi and Blood Pill has worn off yet?"

Chen Mo looked inward, examining himself.

Soon, the condition inside his body surfaced in his mind. Without hesitation, he began to inspect it bit by bit.

Through his examination, Chen Mo quickly reached a conclusion.

He would need to wait another half day before the resistance to the Qi and Blood Pill on his body disappeared.

In other words, he could take the Premium Qi and Blood Pill in the afternoon.

Currently, his Qi and Blood had reached 68. If he digested the Premium Qi and Blood Pill, he would definitely break through to the Seventh-grade Martial Trainee.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Chen Mo began to analyze the Basic Stance Training.

Recalling the tenth stance movement, Chen Mo started to stretch his body and assume the posture.

Under Spiritual Perception, he adjusted his position bit by bit.

By the time he had adjusted it to the standard posture described in the teaching material, more than half an hour had passed.

Maintaining this posture, Chen Mo carefully observed the changes inside his body.

But after more than a minute, a certain acupoint finally lit up with a faint glow. At the same time, the muscles on the surface of that acupoint twitched, though both were quite weak.

Seeing this situation, Chen Mo understood that his internal Qi and Blood was insufficient to condense more.

The higher the realm, the more energy required, and the harder it became to condense Qi and Blood.

This was normal. After taking the Premium Qi and Blood Pill and breaking through to the Seventh-grade Martial Trainee, whether he used ordinary or premium pills, the Qi and Blood he condensed would correspondingly decrease.

70 points of Qi and Blood was a watershed. Before 70, condensing Qi and Blood was relatively easy, but after 70, the energy required doubled.

And once Qi and Blood reached 75, the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill would diminish even further.

To condense more Qi and Blood, Chen Mo immediately took a Blood Infusion Pill. He wanted to push his Qi and Blood to 69, so that the Premium Qi and Blood Pill would achieve its maximum effect.

Chen Mo hadn't yet broken through to the Seventh-grade Martial Trainee, so he wasn't very familiar with the effects of the Premium Qi and Blood Pill.

One pill cost only five thousand, and Chen Mo didn't care about wasting it. Improving his strength was the priority.

By the time it reached past seven o'clock, Mother Chen knocked on the door, calling Chen Mo to breakfast. He had successfully increased his Qi and Blood by one point, bringing his total to 69.

After breakfast, Chen Mo picked up his weapon and backpack and headed to school.

Chen Mo attended Jiangbei City's Fifth High School, a student in Class 3 of Senior Year Three.

As usual, ten minutes before class started, Chen Mo arrived at his classroom right on time.

When he appeared at the classroom door, the entire class fell into a strange silence for a second. At the same time, he felt that his classmates' gazes toward him were somewhat unusual.

Especially Song Hao, who sat in the front row—his eyes carried a hint of contempt.

There was no helping it; Song Hao sat in the front and didn't bother to hide his expression at all.

Then there were Li Donghai, Zhang He, and Yang Hu, all wearing expressions of schadenfreude.

Seeing his seat, Chen Mo noticed that Jiang Tao hadn't arrived yet.

Chen Mo paid no attention to his classmates' stares and walked toward his own seat.

In the class, the person he got along with best was Jiang Tao. He wasn't familiar with anyone else.

In the past, Chen Mo had always been quiet and reserved, burying himself in hard training, so naturally, he hadn't made many friends.

The other classmates wouldn't seek out this mute either.

The real situation was that he had no talent and no money, so associating with him held no value.

His friendship with Jiang Tao had developed over three years of being deskmates.

Returning to his seat, Chen Mo found nothing had changed. He put his things away and began to close his eyes in visualization.

Earlier, his classmates had looked at Chen Mo with strange eyes, but they tacitly refrained from discussing it.

Chen Mo's grades were at the bottom of the class, so he wasn't worth their attention.

Instead, the classmates were discussing the upcoming quiz.

"I wonder what the homeroom teacher was thinking, scheduling a quiz for today of all days. It's got me all nervous. I spent the whole weekend training hard at the martial arts hall. Sigh, I hope my results are decent and I don't get scolded."

"I've got it even worse—training like crazy at home, I don't even play games anymore. My parents told me if my grades drop, they'll break my legs!"

"Damn, hearing that makes me even more nervous! Look, my palms are sweating!"

"You bastard, you're the one working so hard, what's there to be nervous about? I'm the one who should be nervous—I actually forgot to cultivate over the weekend. Now I'm definitely getting special training from the homeroom teacher."

"What were you doing that made you forget to cultivate? Spill the details."

"You just want me to get special training, don't you? Something embarrassing—no way I'm telling you!"

As they chatted, someone brought up Chen Mo.

"Hey, did you know? I heard from a friend that Li Donghai got one-shot at Wuji Martial Arts Gym on Saturday!"

A boy said in a low, mysterious voice.

"Li Donghai? He's top five in our class! How could he get one-shot? That's fake, right?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe it. I didn't really believe it either at first, but my friend swore on his lifelong bachelorhood that he wasn't lying. So I'm starting to buy it."

"Bro, you got scammed! If it were true, it would've spread by now. Look at Li Donghai's expression—does he look like someone who got one-shot? He's top five in our class; if he got one-shot, would he even have the face to show up?"

"That's bullshit. If he skipped today's quiz, the homeroom teacher would just call his dad in! Forget it, let's drop it. If Li Donghai hears us, I'm getting beaten up."

The noise was chaotic, but Chen Mo had already shut it out, fully immersed in his visualization.

However, when Jiang Tao arrived, he withdrew from the practice.

"Taozi, you always cut it this close. Aren't you afraid the homeroom teacher will give you special training?"

Chen Mo patted Jiang Tao on the shoulder and joked.

"I'm not late. Look, there's still a minute left. The teacher has no reason to catch me."

Jiang Tao said nonchalantly.

"You're something else! Don't get nervous during the quiz later!"

"Got it covered!"

Jiang Tao gave him a reassuring look. "Just wait—you're about to blow everyone away! When they see your saber technique at the Perfection realm, they'll be picking their jaws off the floor."

"That's an exaggeration!" Chen Mo said modestly.

"Not an exaggeration at all!" Jiang Tao shook his head. "Too bad the news about you one-shotting Li Donghai didn't spread. If you hadn't stopped me, I would've posted it in the class group."

Before Chen Mo could answer, the classmate in front of them suddenly turned around and asked:

"One-shot Li Donghai? Jiang Tao, are you bragging?"