Prejudice?

Prejudice?

Over the next few days, despite being busy, Jiang Ning always made time to check on the Transformer Box.

After each body-tempering session, he would slice through the electrical wires with one Sword Qi strike, then sever the water pipes with another.

Given Jiang Ning's strength, he could have relied on the Aura Concealment Art to sneak into the factory and destroy all their processing machines in one go, forcing them to shut down for at least half a month.

But he did not. Jiang Ning's strength completely crushed theirs, and he could not be bothered to wipe them out all at once. He preferred finding a little amusement in life.

It was like a tower-pushing competitive game. Jiang Ning started fully leveled and decked out in divine gear, while his opponents started at level one, only able to afford an iron sword, right? No, they were merely minions in the river.

Did killing minions require seriousness?

He could just close his eyes and toss out skills at random.

That young man named Yan Bo had been suffering unbearably lately, while Jiang Ning had been feeling much better.

Rather than killing evil people with one slash, Jiang Ning preferred tormenting them slowly.

At night, in his rented apartment.

Jiang Ning sat cross-legged refining Pills. After several consecutive days of refining Qi Gathering Pills, he had grown increasingly proficient, keeping his success rate at around eighty percent and refining two or three batches each night.

By now, he had accumulated over a hundred pills.

The Pills were cheap to make. Whether he was cultivating, restoring Mana, or tempering his body, Jiang Ning swallowed pills like candy.

He swallowed several a day as if they were meals, keeping his Mana at its peak at all times.

Spiritual Energy nourished his body, and the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Body Tempering Art seemed to have received a tonic. His body-tempering cultivation rose rapidly as well.

Only the matter of spiritual cultivation troubled Jiang Ning. With only the Golden Profound Soul Division Art, he could not quickly improve his Spiritual Sense.

Living in modern society, Jiang Ning's most useful methods were undoubtedly Spiritual Sense attacks. The Soul Shocking Spike he had used against Song Sheng earlier was one of them.

If his Spiritual Sense were strong enough, a single strike could turn Song Sheng into an idiot without anyone noticing.

To improve his Spiritual Sense, Jiang Ning specifically browsed online pictures of all kinds of medicinal herbs and trees, searching for things that could strengthen it. In the end, he really did find a rare item.

It was a type of incense he had used in the cultivation world, called Soul Submergence Incense.

After recognizing the Soul Submergence Incense, he tried buying it online, but unfortunately, he could not find any source.

He thought of the medicinal herb merchants he had worked with before.

After contacting one of them, the man proved himself to be a professional and did know of that medicinal herb. However, it was very expensive, nearly three thousand yuan per tael, and the Soul Submergence Incense in his possession would take some time to arrive.

Jiang Ning contacted two more medicinal herb merchants, and their replies were almost identical.

At most, he only had to wait ten-odd days.

However, if he wanted to buy Soul Submergence Incense, the money he had on hand would not be enough.

Soul Submergence Incense was a type of incense. After being tempered with spiritual energy, it had to be burned for use, and the daily consumption was considerable. He estimated that cultivating his spirit for one day would cost at least several thousand yuan.

Next vacation, I'll sell some more gold, Jiang Ning thought.

In Grade One, Class Eight, English teacher Chen Haiyang was teaching.

A few days had passed since school started. The teachers for each subject had come by several times already, and the students had mostly become familiar with them.

The students had also figured out which teachers allowed them to play on their phones during class and which did not.

For example, during Chen Haiyang's class, it was absolutely forbidden to make small movements. Two days ago, some unlucky student in Class Eight had played on his phone during class. Chen Haiyang confiscated it and handed it over to Class Teacher Shan Qingrong.

Therefore, Ma Shicheng and the others in the back row behaved especially well, holding their textbooks as they listened.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning was refining pills to improve his cultivation.

Jiang Ning estimated that it would take at least another half month for him to break through to Qi Refining Layer 2.

Although one Qi Gathering Pill was equivalent to three days of cultivation, that did not mean swallowing ten pills in one day was equivalent to cultivating for thirty days.

The strength of his Qi Refining Layer 1 meridians was limited, and the Qi Gathering Pills he refined were of rather poor quality, containing insufficiently pure Spiritual Energy. Starting from the second pill each day, the improvement became much smaller. Even if he swallowed ten at once, he would still be far from the cultivation speed of genuine Qi Gathering Pills.

Jiang Ning estimated that from the second Qi Gathering Pill onward, each pill only increased his cultivation speed by around ten percent. Swallowing ten at once merely raised the speed from three to four, nowhere near the seven of genuine Qi Gathering Pills. The excess medicinal power would only build up inside his body.

If he took too many at once, Jiang Ning's meridians would be unable to withstand the medicinal power.

If he wanted to cultivate faster, he had to start with the quality of the herbs.

He needed better medicinal herbs, preferably herbs nourished by a grand Spiritual Energy array.

While Jiang Ning cultivated, Chen Haiyang began calling on students at random. The moment Chen Haiyang started calling names, the atmosphere in the back of the classroom instantly froze.

With a sweep of his Spiritual Sense, Jiang Ning easily saw Ma Shicheng and the others trembling. Yet Chen Haiyang was always like this—the more afraid you were, the more likely he was to call on you.

Ma Shicheng was called on.

Ma Shicheng stood up, stammering.

Chen Haiyang made Ma Shicheng remain standing for the lesson, then continued calling on others. The question was fairly difficult. He called on three students in a row, but none could answer it.

Then Chen Haiyang called out, "Dong Qingfeng, answer it."

Dong Qingfeng was a top student, and as expected, he answered correctly.

Ma Shicheng's expression darkened.

After English Class ended, he muttered, "Is that bald guy sick or something?"

"Did I offend him? Why does he love calling on me so much?"

He was extremely angry. Geng Lu, seated in the front row, had originally wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but seeing him like this, she did not rub salt in the wound.

After cursing a few more times, Ma Shicheng calmed down considerably and went out to use the restroom.

Geng Lu turned around and said to Jiang Ning, "That was close. I actually couldn't answer that question either. If he'd caught me, I probably would've had to stand through class too."

It was not so bad for boys, but if a girl had to stand through class, it would have been truly embarrassing.

"Jiang Ning, are you good at English?"

"I'm all right."

Jiang Ning had discovered that Geng Lu was quite the talker. Over the past few days, she had turned around to chat with him from time to time.

As usual, he responded halfheartedly.

Before long, Ma Shicheng returned from the restroom, his face deathly pale as if he had suffered a tremendous fright.

"What happened to you?" Jiang Ning asked.

Still shaken, Ma Shicheng said, "My legs went weak just now!"

"I had just come out of the restroom when I saw a Faceless Person. Do you know what a Faceless Person is?"

"No nose, no lips, almost no protrusions on the face at all!"

"A flat-faced person!"

As he spoke, terror filled his eyes.

Geng Lu frowned. "What kind of joke are you making?"

"It's true, I'm not lying!" Ma Shicheng practically wanted to swear to the heavens. His heart had nearly stopped from fright just now.

Jiang Ning thought back. "It was a girl, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! The clothes she was wearing were women's clothes!" Ma Shicheng looked as though he had found a savior.

"Mm, I know that girl. She was caught in a fire before and was disfigured."

"So that's what it was... I thought she was a monster." Ma Shicheng scratched his head. Upon hearing that she was merely a girl who had suffered in a fire, much of his fear instantly faded.

After taking a moment to recover, Ma Shicheng said, "It's not that I dislike her. I just think it's strange that No.4 Middle School would admit a student like that. I'm pretty brave, but even I was scared. It's hard to imagine—if she were in my class or sat in front of me, then whenever she turned around, I'd definitely jump in fright!"

Geng Lu felt that was too cruel. "You can't talk about someone like that. Everyone has the right to an education."

Ma Shicheng argued, "You haven't seen her. Otherwise, you'd definitely think the same way I do. It's terrifying!"

"Jiang Ning, what do you think about this?"

The two looked at Jiang Ning, waiting for his answer.

"I'd move over a stool and sit down to watch," Jiang Ning said blandly. He would only meddle in other people's arguments when he had nothing better to do.