Are You Comforting Me?

After thinking it over again and again, Jiang Chuan finally made up his mind.

He would not report it to the Public Security Bureau!

The main reason was that he had realized something—the Bald Man was already dead.

A Normal Person's corpse would rot within four to six days.

Because of demon beasts and the revival of ancient immortals, many people had died in this world.

Most people were no strangers to the smell of corpses. Once they noticed it, they would definitely report it directly to the Public Security Bureau.

He had not deleted the information from his phone. Once the Public Security Bureau saw it, they would certainly begin preparing to arrest the Blood Sea Divine Cult's branch.

Jiang Chuan then took out his phone and called Wei Dong.

"Dongzi, come downstairs and open your garage. I need to borrow your family's Three-Wheeler."

"Sure thing."

Wei Dong's family ran a chilled fresh meat shop. Since they had to deliver meat to nearby restaurants, they had specifically gotten a Three-Wheeler with a canopy.

Since office workers usually had no time, they often called Jiang Chuan's family Pet Store to pick up their cats and dogs for washing and checkups.

Most of the time, Ji Min had Jiang Chuan do the job.

Jiang Chuan was too young to get a driver's license, so he often borrowed Wei Dong's family's Three-Wheeler.

After going downstairs, Jiang Chuan arrived beneath Building 4, where Wei Dong had already been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Chuan drove the Three-Wheeler out of the garage, made a loop, and drove it beneath Building 18.

Going back upstairs, Jiang Chuan found the box containing the B-grade Alloy Battle Armor and packed the armor away.

With the "Kui Niu Divine Spear" tucked away, Jiang Chuan placed all three spoils of war onto the Three-Wheeler.

The canopy blocked the view, so the security guards could not see what was inside and let Jiang Chuan pass without question.

Considering his mother's temperament, if she learned that he had fought the Blood Sea Divine Cult Follower to the death, she would definitely be worried sick.

Jiang Chuan drove the Three-Wheeler into his Yao'an Residential Area and parked it in front of his building's entrance.

He then carried the three spoils of war upstairs and hid them beneath the bed in his second-floor room.

After returning the Three-Wheeler, Jiang Chuan did not get back home until nearly ten o'clock.

After sleeping soundly through the night, Jiang Chuan ate a simple breakfast and headed to school.

The moment he entered the classroom, Jiang Chuan saw Wei Dong gathered with three or four classmates.

"Did you hear? Song Zhiyan from Class 16 successfully completed visualization last night."

"She succeeded in a single night? There probably aren't many geniuses like that in all of Great Xia!"

"She'll probably be the first among this year's first-year students to enter the Elite Class."

Listening to their conversation, Jiang Chuan was deeply surprised as well.

"She completed visualization in one night. Song Zhiyan in this world actually has such incredible talent!"

During his three years of high school in the other world, although he had never been in the same class as Song Zhiyan, he had seen her many times.

In looks alone, Song Zhiyan was half a step behind Meng Nanxi, but she also had a twin sister, Song Zhiyi.

The two sisters walking through campus were even considered by many students to be the most beautiful sight in high school.

"My talent can probably only barely count as that of an Outstanding Talent. Compared to real geniuses, the gap is simply too vast!"

Jiang Chuan sighed inwardly, then took out his phone and looked up information about his own situation.

Ring! Ring!

By the time the class bell rang, Jiang Chuan had finally figured out his situation.

According to what he found online, talent was actually a broad term.

Some people had no spiritual roots, but they were born with powerful souls. With only a little visualization, their souls would begin transforming toward Yin Spirits.

"The first realm, visualization, was created for cultivators without talent. In theory, it only counts once one successfully completes visualization."

Jiang Chuan's thoughts churned. At my current rate, even if I devote myself fully to visualization, it will take at least ten days to half a month to succeed.

In one visualization class, he visualized one percent of the Heavenly Wolf Howling at the Moon Painting.

Considering that Immortal Gate High School also had all sorts of other classes, and that he needed to eat and sleep, too—

Jiang Chuan estimated that his limit was only six or seven percent a day. Even if he had more time to visualize on weekends—

He would still need more than ten days to visualize the Heavenly Wolf Howling at the Moon Painting.

"Bring your 'Contemporary Cultivator Training Manual.' We're leaving."

Wei Beishan, dressed in a black T-shirt with a rugged face, walked into the classroom.

"Teacher, where are we going?" one of the male students asked.

"Out of the city, naturally."

Hearing Wei Beishan's words, quite a few students sucked in sharp breaths.

Jiang Chuan had not expected that they would be leaving the city today.

What lay outside the city?

It was where demon beasts gathered!

"Since Teacher Wei has been requisitioned by the City Lord's Mansion for the upcoming period, we have no choice but to adjust the schedule and speed up the curriculum."

Wu Jing entered from outside the classroom, carrying a Happy Water.

"The vehicles are already waiting downstairs. Everyone, let's go."

Wei Dong's face turned pale. "Jiang Chuan, do you think we might never come back?"

"Don't be a crow's mouth. Outside the city is indeed dangerous, but it isn't dangerous to that extent."

Jiang Chuan picked up the "Contemporary Cultivator Training Manual" and rose from his seat.

Although many people in this world flew by plane, railways and highways still existed. That was enough to explain things.

Though demon beasts constantly attacked humanity, the human military and cultivators were no pushovers either.

When they arrived beneath the Teaching Building, Jiang Chuan saw the vehicle they would be riding this time.

It was not a bus, nor was it an armored personnel carrier. It was simply an ordinary Military Truck.

"Ten people per vehicle. Get on, quickly."

Urged by Wei Beishan, Jiang Chuan and the others climbed into the truck bed.

"When you have time, go to driving school and get your licenses. There will be many places where you need vehicles in the future. Whether it's a Truck-Mounted Howitzer or a Towed Howitzer, someone has to drive them."

After Wei Beishan finished speaking, he shut the door and started the engine.

"This is really uncomfortable."

Wei Dong looked at the little wooden board beneath his buttocks and muttered.

"After all, it wasn't made for people to sit on."

As Jiang Chuan spoke, he flipped through the book in his hands. "This space should be for shells, alloy battle armor, weapons, drones, First Aid Kits, as well as food and water."

"That's quite a lot to prepare." Wei Dong was somewhat surprised.

Xiang Yining, seated beside Meng Nanxi, glanced at Wei Dong.

"Anything can happen on the battlefield. How could you not prepare more? But you should look on the bright side—you might not even succeed at visualization or meet the enlistment standards."

"I..."

Wei Dong was left speechless by Xiang Yining's retort.

He truly had no confidence that he could become a cultivator. After all, many people who cultivated at Immortal Gate High School for three years still failed to complete visualization in the end.

"Dongzi, have some confidence in yourself." Jiang Chuan patted Wei Dong's shoulder encouragingly.

Wei Dong nodded.

"And even if you can't become a cultivator or join the military, you can still enter the city and manufacture shells, firearms, and drones, continuing to shine and give off heat for humanity."

"Jiang Chuan, you should go comfort those captured cultists."

"Why?"

"You could comfort every cultist to death!"

"..."

Wei Dong felt that when listening to Jiang Chuan, he could only listen to the first half of each sentence.

One more sentence, and it would make someone want to strangle him!

Cultivators could also enter the city to tighten screws—why didn't you go tighten screws in the city yourself?

While Jiang Chuan and Wei Dong talked, the truck had already driven out of Immortal Gate High School.

After passing through street after street, the five trucks soon arrived at the edge of Nandu City.

The sight before him made Jiang Chuan freeze slightly.