Heavenly Principle Cult

Recently, another amusing tale had spread through Third Middle School.

This tale was also connected to Lu Chuan, the recent star of the school.

It was said that Lu Chuan had learned a Mid-grade Technique in a short time, making him the undisputed number one in comprehension at Third Middle School.

As for the previous assessment that his comprehension was poor, it was merely because Lu Chuan had been obsessed with alchemy and had no time to study Oceanic Embrace.

Upon hearing this news, both Liu Moling and Meng Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

I knew it was impossible for someone to learn alchemy in a single week. So he had been preparing all along.

This was perfectly normal... my ass!

Lu Chuan had no famous teacher to guide him and could only fumble through it on his own.

Under such harsh conditions, Lu Chuan had become a First-grade Alchemist in just two years.

Was that reasonable?

Reasonable my ass!

Still, it had to be said that it was indeed more reasonable than before.

No one would have believed the previous result if it were told to them.

But this time, at the very least, people could believe it.

As for whether the matter was true or false, Meng Fan and Liu Moling tacitly chose not to investigate further.

Since the latter was easier to believe than the former, and more capable of dispelling certain people's wicked thoughts, then the latter was the truth!

Even if the Heavenly King himself came, it would still be the truth!

With the two of them fanning the flames and deliberately steering things along, the matter quickly spread throughout Lin City.

Most people also believed Third Middle School's statement.

Except Father Lu and Mother Lu.

"Wife, when did our son secretly study alchemy?" Father Lu asked, his face full of confusion.

"Why do you care about that?"

Mother Lu rolled her eyes at Father Lu and said blandly, "I only know that saying this benefits our son. Don't go spouting nonsense outside."

"Don't worry. From today onward, our son studied alchemy day and night, and I saw it all with my own eyes."

"Even if they beat me to death, that's what I'll say." Father Lu's face was filled with determination.

Third Middle School, Class One.

After learning the news, admiration appeared on Xiao Ruoyan's pretty face. "I never expected you to have been hiding your abilities all this time, Lu Chuan."

"You really have guts, not even afraid that it would drag down your college entrance exam results."

"Just based on that courage alone, you deserved to become an Alchemist!"

At this thought, an unusual look gradually appeared in Xiao Ruoyan's eyes, while Lu Chuan's figure kept surfacing in her mind.

As for Lin Xuan, who was not far away, he let out a deep sigh.

"Is this what a genius is?"

"Even after wasting two years, he still had the confidence to catch up, even surpass us."

"I'm inferior to him..."

All of a sudden, a dispirited expression appeared on Lin Xuan's face.

But in the blink of an eye, that dispirited look vanished.

"Hahaha..."

"So what if I'm inferior to him?"

"Compared to Lu Chuan, all of you are trash!"

At this thought, Lin Xuan suddenly brimmed with motivation again.

Since everyone was trash, then he, Lin Xuan, would become the greatest piece of trash second only to Lu Chuan!

Once Lu Chuan, this true dragon, left Lin City, he, Lin Xuan, could transform from the greatest piece of trash into the number one genius.

Invincible beneath heaven... ahem, invincible in Lin City!

Third Middle School, Class Eight.

The Mid-grade Martial Art Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm has been detected. Would you like to consume five hundred Simplification Points to simplify it?

Looking at the system prompt, Lu Chuan smiled helplessly.

He had to start making medicine to scrape together money again.

Fortunately, compared to techniques, martial arts were much cheaper.

That would save him some time.

Over the following days, Lu Chuan once again buried himself in the laboratory, refining medicine.

Refining medicine while pinching his nose and gulping down Vegetable Juice gave the whole thing a rather peculiar flavor.

After a week of hard work, Lu Chuan finally gathered enough Simplification Points.

"System, simplify the Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm."

Simplifying Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm... Simplification successful!

Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm—twist your body!

Lu Chuan: ???

After instinctively shaking his body a little, insights regarding the Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm instantly appeared in Lu Chuan's mind.

He slowly raised his hand and lightly struck out. Dragon roars unexpectedly rang out from thin air.

Martial Art: Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm 1/100 (Beginner)

Although the Swimming Dragon Palm had already reached the Beginner level, not a trace of joy could be seen on Lu Chuan's face.

It was over. He was going to become a lunatic.

At that moment, Lu Chuan could already see a scene before him.

On a crowded street packed with people, Lu Chuan drank Vegetable Juice while twisting his body.

The passersby around him pointed at him and whispered.

That scene would be way too socially fatal!

"I want to enter seclusion!"

"Before the Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm reaches perfection, I absolutely will not leave seclusion!" Lu Chuan declared solemnly!

Very soon, Lu Chuan was slapped in the face by reality.

Two days later, outside a Seclusion Chamber in Third Middle School.

"Lu Chuan, hurry up and come out. It's time for the Wilderness Trial again, so stop cultivating in seclusion." Song Qing knocked on the door as he called out.

After opening the door, Lu Chuan said darkly, "Teacher, aren't you afraid I'll suffer cultivation deviation?"

"Bullshit!"

Song Qing looked at him disdainfully. "When martial artists below the Third Rank cultivate, no matter how others disturb them, even if someone stabs you with a knife, you won't suffer cultivation deviation."

"You don't even know that much common sense, yet you came to scare your teacher?"

Lu Chuan smiled awkwardly. He was just afraid others would see him acting like a lunatic.

Fortunately, Song Qing was quite polite and knew to knock first.

"Enough, hurry up. Everyone's waiting for you," Song Qing urged.

"I'm coming!"

As Lu Chuan followed Song Qing toward the school gate, he checked his status panel.

Host: Lu Chuan

Technique: Evergreen Spirit Art 784/1000 (Proficient)

Realm: Second-Rank Martial Artist (21/1000)

Martial Art: Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm 432/1000 (Proficient)

Alchemy: Spirit Replenishing Potion 1/(Perfection), Spirit Gathering Potion 1/(Perfection)

Simplification Points: 12

A Proficient-Level Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palm, combined with the cultivation of a Second-Rank Martial Artist.

With his current strength, he should be able to slaughter everything in the Wilderness Trial, right?

An hour later.

The Class Eight students arrived in the wilderness and filed off the bus one after another.

Just as Song Qing was about to announce the start of the trial, his expression suddenly changed. He had barely begun to say something when a figure flashed before him from nowhere and smashed a fist into Song Qing's chest.

Song Qing staggered back several steps and violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper!

"Who exactly are you, to dare attack students of Third Middle School!"

Song Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring fixedly at the shadow before him. He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

Strangely, the shadow seemed not to have heard anything at all and simply charged at Song Qing on its own.

Bang!

After blocking another attack from the shadow, Song Qing saw its clouded white eyes and seemed to realize something. His expression changed as he hurriedly shouted, "Students, run!"

"These are Zombie Puppets of the Heavenly Principle Cult!"

As soon as he spoke, shadow after shadow suddenly emerged all around them.

Bone-chilling roars continuously poured from the throats of those shadows.

"It's over!"

Upon seeing those shadows, Song Qing's face turned ashen.

He had never expected there to be so many Zombie Puppets of the Heavenly Principle Cult here.

He was only a Third Rank Martial Artist. How could he possibly hold off so many Zombie Puppets?

Could it be that he would be unable to escape death today?