Extreme Cold Syndrome

Xian Wu slowly took off his hood, and everyone was surprised to find that his once jet-black short hair had turned silver-white.

"What happened?" Nie Li pinched Xian Wu's chin, examining the bruises on his face as he asked for the reason.

Xian Wu recounted everything that had happened last night while cultivating the Seven Star Divine Curse and falling into a qi deviation.

As Xian Wu spoke, everyone's hearts grew heavy.

Only after learning that he was eventually saved by Vice Dean Ye Sheng did they all breathe a sigh of relief.

"So, your silver hair and bruises were both caused by cultivating the Seven Star Divine Curse at night?" Zhang Ming asked in surprise.

With Xian Wu as a cautionary tale, he vowed never to cultivate Soul Force at night again.

"I understand," Nie Li said, crossing his arms and frowning as he pondered.

"Stay put, I'll try to heal you with the Guidance Technique." With that, Nie Li placed his hand on the bruise on Xian Wu's cheek and slowly injected his Soul Force into it.

Xian Wu felt a coolness on his face, as if Nie Li were applying face cream.

"Alright, Nie Li, you're amazing!" Seeing the bruises on Xian Wu's face gradually disappear, Lu Piao clapped his hands and cheered.

"Did it... really disappear?" Xian Wu turned to Zhu Jun Xiang.

Zhu Jun Xiang nodded excitedly, "Brother, it's gone!"

"I'm perfectly fine," Xian Wu rolled his eyes and turned back to ask, "Nie Li, what kind of illness do I have?"

"Extreme Cold Syndrome," Nie Li rubbed his temples.

Before Xian Wu could ask further, the class bell suddenly rang.

Everyone returned to their seats.

Xian Wu re-tied his black mask and put on his hood, concealing himself.

Time is a strange thing; sometimes you feel like a year is passing in a day, and other times you feel like time flies by.

For instance, the last two history and geography classes in the afternoon were incredibly boring, making people drowsy.

Most of the students quietly began cultivating the Seven Star Divine Curse.

Shen Xiu explained the Seven Star Divine Curse to everyone during class, which Xian Wu regrettably missed.

However, after the third class ended, Xian Wu asked Nie Li to explain it to him.

Xian Wu discovered that Nie Li's explanation was essentially the same as Ye Ziyun's.

This meant Ye Ziyun hadn't harmed him.

So, what exactly went wrong?

If the Soul Force cultivation method was not the issue, then where was the problem?

Could he not cultivate Soul Force at night?

Was there something wrong with his physique?

Xian Wu couldn't figure out the reason no matter how hard he tried.

However, he felt it was highly likely due to his physique.

He was a transmigrator, and a physical one at that, so acclimatization issues were understandable.

Perhaps the reborn Nie Li would have a solution; he'd discuss it with him when he had free time.

After "two years," the tedious cultural classes ended, and the students of the Warrior introductory class were finally free.

Xian Wu, Nie Li, Lu Piao, and Du Ze left the classroom together, looking like four flamboyant punks.

Xian Wu, clad in his cloak, had the most imposing presence; the "Pants-Stripping Fiend" was not just a title for nothing.

Once he put on the black cloak, everyone avoided him.

The academy street was as lively as ever, with vendors hawking their wares ceaselessly.

The most eye-catching was a stall selling Battle Armor, almost completely surrounded by new students.

However, at sixty thousand Demon Spirit Coins for a pair of Bronze gauntlets, no one could afford them except for that sucker Shen Yue.

But when he tried to give the Bronze-grade Wind Snow Gauntlets to Ye Ziyun, she rejected him without hesitation.

It almost made Xian Wu and the others burst out laughing.

Would the City Lord's daughter care about a mere Bronze-grade gauntlet? Ye Ziyun's family had Silver-grade toilets.

"Hey, Brother Wu, your old flame is here," Lu Piao said with a grin, slinging an arm around Xian Wu's neck.

Xian Wu turned his head and saw Xiao Ning'er approaching them with graceful steps.

"Don't talk nonsense, what old flame? Call her sister-in-law!" Xian Wu seized the opportunity and said shamelessly.

This left Lu Piao bewildered. Did he really think he could marry into the heavens?

As Xiao Ning'er walked past the four brothers who were standing there, arm in arm and stunned, she shot Xian Wu a fierce glare and departed as gracefully as a cloud.

Long after Xiao Ning'er had left, Lu Piao recovered from his daze. "Did... did she just look at me?"

"Look at you? Only if Xiao Ning'er's eyes were blind," Du Ze quipped.

These noble scions only think about women all day. It's bad enough they think about it themselves, but they've also corrupted Xian Wu.

Lu Piao: Xian Wu's always been like this.

"Alright, stop messing around. We have important business to attend to." Seeing Lu Piao and Du Ze bickering as usual, Nie Li chuckled.

"We'll split into two groups. Lu Piao and Xian Wu, you two go sell the three light crossbows and eight tubes of crossbow bolts. The light crossbows are 160 Demon Spirit Coins each, and the bolts are 30 Demon Spirit Coins per tube. Remember not to get ripped off by any unscrupulous merchants."

Nie Li paused, then continued, "After you're done buying, we'll meet at the entrance to the Trial Grounds."

"Got it, leave it to me." Lu Piao patted his chest and cheered, "Let's go, Brother Wu, your bro's gonna take you out for some good food."

Du Ze and Nie Li exchanged a knowing smile: Lu Piao, the foodie.

Three-quarters of an hour later, the four of them gathered at the entrance to the Trial Grounds.

After verifying their identities with the guards, they took their signal flares and entered the Trial Grounds.

The target Xian Wu and the others needed to hunt was a Bronze-grade Demonic Beast called a Horned Sheep.

The instructor had talked about this Demonic Beast in class. They possessed a berserker combat skill that could multiply their combat power several times over in a short period.

It was very dangerous.

Moving through the sparse woods, the group quickly discovered a herd of Horned Sheep.

They were inhabiting the grassy areas between the trees. Some were lowering their heads to graze, while others raised their necks, ears perked, and scanned their surroundings vigilantly.

After secretly observing the Horned Sheep, the four of them retreated back into the dense bushes.

"Here's the plan: we need someone to lure the Horned Sheep into the trap zone. Who's going?" Nie Li looked at Du Ze.

Du Ze looked at Lu Piao, and Lu Piao looked at Xian Wu.

"I'll go," Xian Wu shrugged.

Nie Li nodded. "Don't be scared. You just need to lure the Horned Sheep into the trap zone. I promise I won't let them hurt you."

"Don't worry!" Lu Piao clapped his hands on his light crossbow, a mysterious confidence radiating from his face.

Xian Wu swallowed. He wasn't afraid of the Horned Sheep; he was a little afraid of Lu Piao.

"I only have one request. It's okay if you miss the Horned Sheep, but don't shoot me. A Horned Sheep might only gravely injure me, but if I get shot by one of you, I'll be as good as dead." Xian Wu's face was etched with sorrow.

There was nothing more detestable in this world than useless teammates.

"Go ahead, don't worry," Nie Li patted Xian Wu's shoulder.

Xian Wu gave a bitter smile, feeling as though he was being sent to his doom.