Qi Nourishing Perfection

Qi Nourishing Perfection

Without a word, she operated the Divine Script General Bureau's computer.

Before long, an exam paper appeared on the computer screen before Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng handed the Demonic Watch to Deng Zhijue and used the keyboard and handwriting pad to answer the questions.

Zhou Leng gave the exam paper a quick glance. More than half concerned background knowledge about Divine Script, one quarter covered basic character patterns, and only the remaining quarter posed some difficulty.

Zhou Leng answered slowly.

As he answered, the Divine Script stirred his brain matter again, making the entire process exceptionally smooth.

Zhao Nandi occasionally glanced over, but most of the time, she was leafing through Divine Script books.

Deng Zhijue sat to one side, diligently proctoring the exam.

He occasionally glanced at Zhao Nandi and noticed that she had no Demonic Watch. Looking toward her temple, he confirmed that she was actually using an advanced Demonic Computer worth tens of millions.

An hour later, Zhou Leng finished the paper, carefully checked it once, and corrected his mistakes.

"Teacher, I'm done."

Zhao Nandi expressionlessly glanced at the time, nodded once, and still said nothing.

Zhou Leng chose to submit his paper, retrieved his Demonic Watch, and left the classroom.

After handing things over to Zhao Nandi, Deng Zhijue left the Proctoring Room.

As Zhao Nandi read the paper, she compared it with the answers and graded it.

Every multiple-choice question was correct.

Every fill-in-the-blank question was correct.

Every short-answer question was correct.

Zhao Nandi nodded lightly. For a new Martial Arts Hall student, this was already very good.

Finally, Zhao Nandi looked at the last three major Divine Script questions.

The first major question was completely correct.

The second major question was completely correct.

At the third major question, Zhao Nandi frowned slightly.

This question required analyzing a series of Face Characters. Compared with the correct answer, Zhou Leng's interpretation of one meaning was off, resulting in the entire analysis being wrong.

One of the Face Characters translated into Chinese meant running in A Direction, but Zhou Leng's answer was flying forward at low altitude.

This was one of the difficulties of Divine Script. Because the information was highly compressed, even the slightest misunderstanding could make the final meaning as mismatched as donkey lips and horse mouths.

Zhao Nandi gave the final score.

Out of 150 points, Zhao Nandi hesitated for a moment before giving him 135.

Although the final major question should have lost all twenty points, his solution steps and overall direction had been perfect. Zhao Nandi felt that this examinee had the potential for a perfect score, and deducting all twenty points would be too regrettable.

After proctoring the exam, Zhao Nandi stood up.

Below her plain white lab coat, smooth black stockings showed, disappearing above the knees beneath a black skirt.

Zhao Nandi left the laboratory, first went to the Divine Script General Bureau's Martial Arts Hall to cultivate for an hour, then returned to her dormitory.

She took a quick shower, put on a white bathrobe, and habitually browsed the "Divine Script Network." Before long, she saw the newly released edition of "Divine Script Error Corrections."

Divine Script was broad and profound. Whether humans or the Demon Spirit World, they had only researched a tiny fraction of it, and all kinds of errors inevitably emerged.

Therefore, the Divine Script field had no choice but to cultivate the habit of frequent error corrections.

Often, a brand-new edition of Divine Script Error Corrections would come out every month or even every half month, preventing research from heading down the wrong path.

Zhao Nandi lazily reclined on the sofa, crossing her fair legs, and read the latest edition of "Divine Script Error Corrections."

She read slowly. When she reached the final correction, her eyes gradually brightened.

Zhao Nandi's originally glamorous eyes now seemed even more alluring.

She recalled today's final proctoring session, pulled up the final exam paper again, and turned to the last answer page.

It was exactly the same as the newly corrected content.

Zhao Nandi glanced at the release time of "Divine Script Error Corrections." It had been published ten minutes after the exam.

A glimmer flashed through Zhao Nandi's eyes as her index finger lightly tapped the sofa armrest.

Other than luck, the greatest possibility was that this examinee named Zhou Leng possessed deep attainments in Divine Script.

At least when it came to understanding some Divine Script, he was very strong.

Before long, she nodded lightly.

Expedite the issuance of his Junior Divine Script Researcher certificate, then find time to send him an invitation for the Intermediate Divine Script Researcher qualification exam. He could take the written test at the local Divine Script Bureau and have his true level assessed.

If he truly was a Divine Script genius, they had to strengthen his training.

The Divine Script field was far too short on talent.

After Zhou Leng finished cultivating with Demonic Equipment at the Martial Arts Hall, he ate eight dinners at the school before returning beneath the Frost Giant Tree to practice internal techniques and external moves.

Since he had only finished an Essence Replenishing Pill yesterday, in order to fully bring out its medicinal effects, he would wait a few days before taking the third one.

Next, Zhou Leng entered the Martial Arts Hall's routine of daily study and cultivation.

Every morning, he first cultivated beneath the Frost Giant Tree, then ran a lap around the long, narrow Longyou River Park, before going to the Ru University Cafeteria for breakfast.

He attended classes and studied in the morning, rested briefly after eating, and used Demonic Equipment to cultivate at the Martial Arts Hall in the afternoon, mainly tempering his body.

After dinner in the evening, he returned beneath the Frost Giant Tree to continue cultivating, then slept.

An entire week passed just like that.

The Martial Arts Hall's election for class monitor and class committee members was held as scheduled, but Zhou Leng did not participate.

Chang Luan got his wish and became class monitor. He found an opportunity to praise Zhou Leng a few times, and after that, they had no further contact.

On the morning of the new Monday, Zhou Leng ran out of Xiaoru Village.

Halfway through his run, Zhou Leng felt his inner qi brimming to the full, surging and churning.

Zhou Leng immediately found an uninhabited place to sit in meditation and began circulating the Mysterious Tide Art.

"From the rising tide, primal chaos; transforming to traverse the four seas. Rivers link the nine directions, reaching the cinnabar lake. Water enters the heavenly river..."

Heart Script like a Book, Internal Vision like a Painting.

Again and again, Zhou Leng circulated the Mysterious Tide Art. Vast true qi surged through his body like the waters of the Yangtze River and the waves of the Yellow River, rolling on without cease.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Leng only felt multiple places in his body suddenly open up.

Within his Internal Vision, deep-blue true qi carved out new pathways one after another.

The surfaces of his skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, and all the other major tissues were covered in a dense network of deep-blue meridians.

His entire body was shrouded in deep-blue true qi.

Strands of true qi burst outward through the pores of his skin, producing faint hissing sounds.

The clothes around his body puffed up slightly, as though wind moved within them.

Zhou Leng drew a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and opened his eyes.

Qi Nourishing Perfection. Qi emerged from his skin.

A faint joy glimmered in Zhou Leng's eyes.

After finishing three Essence Replenishing Pills, his growth had indeed been rapid.

Hunger quickly accumulated.

Zhou Leng had long been prepared. A Great Replenishing Pill went down his throat.

Zhou Leng stood and headed straight for his current favorite place.

The Ru University Cafeteria.

Zhou Leng used his Demonic Watch to time himself and began Qi Running.

When he finished, he checked the time.

6 minutes 2 seconds.

Last time, he had lasted 5 minutes 31 seconds.

An ordinary person at Qi Nourishing Perfection could only sustain Qi Running for around 5 minutes 30 seconds.

Zhou Leng ran back to the Ru University Cafeteria and wolfed down nine meals, thoroughly filling the hunger in his body.

When he arrived at Class 01's Martial Arts Hall, more than half of his classmates were doing morning training.

Feng Wenhao glanced over, waved a hand, and continued training. But he suddenly stopped, walked over, and stared at Zhou Leng.

"Why are your eyes so much brighter? They're like a wolf's at night. You broke through again?"

"Qi Nourishing Perfection."

"Badass! With qi emerging from your skin, you can blast water around for fun when you shower."

Zhou Leng joined the training.

Before long, everyone finished training and collapsed onto the ground, chatting about everything under the sun.

While they were talking, Wei Hong suddenly cried out, "Holy shit, the Ru City University Forum in Martial City has exploded! The people from West Sea Martial University have all gone crazy. Hurry up and look."

"What happened?"

"Shan Heyuan broke through the seventh level of the Bronze Man Formation and lost on the eighth. And it wasn't because he couldn't win—his true qi was exhausted."

"Holy shit..."

"That's way too fierce."

"I don't even fucking qualify to go!"