Class Transfer Speculation

"What just happened to you?"

As they exited the mine shaft, Xu Qing was a little curious.

"Tired."

Yang Ling said casually.

"True, you were huffing and puffing all day digging—how could you not be tired?"

Xu Qing felt the soreness in his arm muscles and thought to himself that he'd need to practice the Mountain River Heart Method tonight to ease it a bit.

He said goodbye to Yang Ling and swaggered away from the ore vein.

Steward Niu acted as if he hadn't seen him, not even asking for the Fire Crystal Rock Ore.

"Yang Ling, thirteen jin of Fire Crystal Rock? You're getting faster and faster."

Steward Niu took out some silver beans, weighed them to confirm they were one tael three mace, and then handed them to Yang Ling.

"Practice makes perfect."

Yang Ling accepted the silver with a grin.

He'd spent five taels of silver earlier to buy Collapse Mountain Fist, leaving him with just over three taels.

Now, with this one tael three mace in hand, he'd gathered enough money to buy his identity.

After Yang Ling left, Steward Niu sighed with emotion.

"That Big Shot's status is even higher than Senior Brother Wang Jing's, yet he's so familiar with Yang Ling. Truly a scion of the Yang Family."

In the wooden hut, Yang Ling's mind was still replaying the matter of the Divine Domain rankings.

"Hui Wu's class transfer to Warrior Monk should be one of the inherent professions of Ku Jue Temple."

"But I'm not a sect disciple—what could I transfer into?"

"A Mine Master? I'm afraid there's no such profession."

"After a class transfer, there's bound to be benefits—either stat boosts or some special abilities."

"Suppose I'm Level 10 and run into another player also at Level 10 who's already completed their class transfer. Then that player's strength would likely be far greater than mine."

"So I need to transfer. I'm just one level away from Level 10..."

Yang Ling was troubled. He knew nothing about class transfers.

At the same time, he worried that once he reached Level 10, the Divine Domain rankings would expose him.

"Yang Ling, you there?"

From outside the door came Zhang Wei's voice.

Yang Ling got up and opened the door.

Zhang Wei slipped in immediately, his expression somewhat grave:

"You know about the Divine Domain rankings, right?"

"I know."

Yang Ling nodded.

"That means there's no small number of players like us!"

Zhang Wei muttered, "Take that Hui Wu, for example—leveling up so fast. It shows that joining a sect is our ultimate destination."

Saying this, he suddenly looked up at Yang Ling:

"About class transfers, do you have any guesses?"

"You've played plenty of games before, haven't you?"

Yang Ling countered.

Zhang Wei nodded thoughtfully:

"I have. Every game that allows class transfers treats it as extremely important.

Most have over a dozen professions, and some games even have dozens.

Each one has its own professional advantages and bonuses."

"Now we've confirmed that the Divine Domain has one profession: Warrior Monk."

Yang Ling nodded. "But no one has transferred into other professions yet. At best, we can only guess.

I figure there might be professions like Bandit, Thief, Daoist, Physician, Alchemist, and so on."

"..."

Zhang Wei's expression turned somewhat odd:

"What are you planning?"

"What plans could I have? Don't forget, I'm a miner now, and a refugee at that."

Yang Ling rolled his eyes:

"Some players are just born lucky, we can't compare to them. All we can do is dig deep in our own fields of expertise."

"My field is mining, so I just need to keep mining and level up as much as I can."

"How fast are you mining? What level are you, exactly?"

Zhang Wei blurted out.

Yang Ling was silent for a few breaths, then said flatly:

"Definitely higher than you. I'm Level 6."

"Level 6? That's about right. I'm almost Level 4, so him being two and a half levels ahead makes sense."

Zhang Wei's expression eased a bit.

He didn't think the other was lying—if Yang Ling had claimed to be Level 8 or 9, he wouldn't have believed it anyway.

After Zhang Wei left, Yang Ling continued practicing his fists.

Since a Class Transfer was out of the question for now, he didn't dwell on it.

Focusing on raising his basic attributes was the right path.

Just before dawn, Yang Ling began cultivating the Vajra Mingwang Technique.

After one full cycle, not only was his fatigue wiped away, but his Experience Points had also increased by 5.

"45 Points now. Not far from 100."

"But this time my Mental Power went up by 1 compared to before, yet the Experience Points didn't seem to change much..."

"No, there must have been a change—just a small one, hard to notice!"

"Last night when I was practicing fists, the proficiency gain seemed a tiny bit faster, though not obvious..."

To verify this, he decided to keep leveling up.

Add a few more points to Mental Power.

If Mental Power helped with proficiency and experience gain, that would be ideal.

If not, it wouldn't be a loss either.

It was bound to be a threshold for certain advanced Cultivation Methods, so raising it was never wrong.

He arrived at Mine Tunnel No. 1.

Just like yesterday, Xu Qing followed him the whole way.

The two chatted idly.

Yang Ling noticed that Xu Qing was digging with unusual effort today.

He watched for a while, then got back to his own work.

After digging for several Shichen, Huìnéng and Wang Jing stopped by midway.

Seeing Mine Tunnel No. 1 covered in excavation marks, with dozens of Miners grunting and toiling away, Huìnéng gave a slight nod:

"This time, we have Mountain River Sect to thank for the assistance."

"Of course, of course."

Wang Jing grinned.

After they left, Yang Ling continued digging with full focus.

When night fell, he returned to his room to practice fists and cultivate.

In short, for twenty-four hours a day, aside from eating, drinking, and using the latrine, he was grinding Experience Points and proficiency.

A few days later.

Yang Ling slowly withdrew his technique and glanced at the Attribute Panel, mainly checking his proficiency and Experience Points.