Qi-Nourishing Perfection

Chapter 50: Qi-Nourishing Perfection

She said nothing and operated the Divine Script General Administration's computer.

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

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

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

Zhou Leng answered slowly.

As he worked through the questions, Divine Script stirred his brain again, making the process exceptionally smooth.

Zhao Nandi occasionally glanced over, but spent most of her time reading Divine Script books.

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

He occasionally looked at Zhao Nandi and noticed that she was not wearing a Demonic Wristwatch. Then he looked toward her temples and confirmed that she was actually using an advanced demonic computer worth tens of millions.

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

"Teacher, I'm finished."

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

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

After handing over duties with Zhao Nandi, Deng Zhijue left the examination room.

Zhao Nandi reviewed the paper while comparing it against the answers and assigning scores.

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 school student, this was already very impressive.

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

The first major question was entirely correct.

The second major question was entirely correct.

For the third major question, Zhao Nandi frowned slightly.

This question required analyzing a series of Surface Characters. Compared to the correct answer, Zhou Leng's interpretation of one semantic meaning had deviated, causing his analysis of the entire question to be completely wrong.

One of the Surface Characters translated into Chinese as running in a certain direction, but Zhou Leng's answer was flying forward at low altitude.

This was one of Divine Script's difficulties. Because its information was highly compressed, even a tiny error in comprehension could make the final meaning as mismatched as a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth.

Zhao Nandi assigned the final score.

The full score was 150. After hesitating briefly, Zhao Nandi gave him 135.

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

After finishing her proctoring duties, Zhao Nandi stood.

Beneath her plain white lab coat, smooth black stockings showed, disappearing above her knees into a black skirt.

Zhao Nandi left the laboratory, first went to the Divine Script General Administration's martial arts hall to cultivate for an hour, then returned to her dormitory.

She took a simple shower, put on a white bathrobe, and habitually browsed the Divine Script Network. She soon saw the newly released edition of Divine Script Error Corrections, published that very day.

Divine Script was vast and profound. Whether humanity or the Demon Spirit World, both had only studied a little of its outer skin, and all sorts of errors continually emerged.

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

Often, a completely new edition of Divine Script Error Corrections would come out every month or even every half month, to prevent research from heading in the wrong direction.

Zhao Nandi lounged lazily on the sofa, her fair legs crossed, as she read the latest Divine Script Error Corrections.

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

Zhao Nandi's originally gorgeous eyes became even more alluring at that moment.

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

It was exactly identical to the new correction.

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

A gleam 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 profound attainments in Divine Script.

At the very least, his understanding of certain Divine Script was extremely strong.

Before long, she nodded gently.

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

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

The Divine Script field was far too short of talent.

After Zhou Leng finished cultivating with demonic equipment in the martial arts hall, he ate eight dinners at school before returning beneath the Frost Giant Tree to practice internal martial arts and external martial arts techniques.

Since he had just finished the Origin-Replenishing Pill yesterday, he would wait a few days before taking the third one, so as to maximize its effects.

After that, Zhou Leng entered the martial arts school's routine of daily study and cultivation.

Every morning, he first cultivated beneath the Frost Giant Tree, then ran one lap around the long, narrow Dragon Roam River Park, before heading to Ru University's cafeteria for breakfast.

He attended classes and studied in the morning, rested briefly after lunch, and used demonic equipment in 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 school's class monitor and committee elections were held as scheduled. Zhou Leng did not participate.

Chang Luan became class monitor as he wished, and found an opportunity to praise Zhou Leng a few times. After that, they had no further dealings.

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

Halfway through his run, Zhou Leng felt his inner qi brim over and surge in rolling waves.

Zhou Leng immediately found an unoccupied place, sat in meditation, and activated the Mystic Tide Art.

"The tide rises in primal unity, transforming through the four seas. Rivers link the nine directions, reaching the cinnabar lake. Water enters the heavenly river..."

Heart Script Like a Book, Inner Vision Like a Painting.

Zhou Leng circulated the Mystic Tide Art again and again. Vast true qi surged through his body like the waters of the Yangtze River and the waves of the Yellow River, rolling onward without end.

He did not know how much time passed before he suddenly felt multiple areas of his body open up.

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

The surfaces of all major tissues—skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, and more—were covered by dense networks of deep-blue meridians.

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

Strands of true qi surged outward through his skin's pores, producing faint hissing sounds of expelled air.

The clothes around his body puffed up slightly, wind stirring within them.

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

Qi-Nourishing Perfection, qi leaving the skin.

A faint delight glimmered in Zhou Leng's eyes.

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

Hunger rapidly accumulated.

Zhou Leng had prepared for this long ago. A Great Supplement Pill went down his throat.

Zhou Leng rose to his feet and headed straight for his favorite place now.

Ru University's cafeteria.

Zhou Leng used the Demonic Wristwatch to time himself and began a qi-powered run.

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 a qi-powered run for around 5 minutes 30 seconds.

Zhou Leng ran back to Ru University's cafeteria and devoured nine meals, completely filling the hunger in his body.

When he reached Class 01's martial arts hall, more than half the students were doing morning training.

Feng Wenhao glanced over and waved, continuing his training. But he suddenly stopped, walked over, and stared at Zhou Leng.

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

"Qi-Nourishing Perfection."

"Awesome as hell! With qi leaving the skin, you can blast water for fun when you shower."

Zhou Leng joined the training.

Before long, everyone finished training and sprawled on the ground, chatting about everything under the sun.

While they were chatting, Wei Hong cried out strangely, "Holy crap, Ru City High School Forum on Martial City has exploded. The people from West Sea Martial University have all gone insane. Hurry up and look."

"What happened?"

"Shanhe Yuan cleared the seventh level of the Bronze Man Formation and lost on the eighth. And it wasn't because he couldn't win—it was because he ran out of true qi."

"Holy crap..."

"That's way too fierce."

"I don't even qualify to go!"