My Morality Is Naturally Low

"Chen Yu, this is the Acacia Sect's enrollment guide for this year. Have a look."

Chen Yu flipped through it with mixed feelings and said helplessly, "Teacher, the tuition is too expensive. And doesn't the Acacia Sect only enroll female disciples?"

Built like a ferocious tiger and twice the size of a normal man, Math Prince Teacher Zhao took a sip of tea and said earnestly, "That was ages ago, it was reformed long ago. It is a bit expensive, but the score requirement there is low. The five categories of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor only need to add up to three hundred points. If you work hard now, you still have a chance. If the tuition isn't enough, just apply for an enrollment subsidy. There's still hope."

"...Many thanks, Teacher Wang. I'll think about it."

"Right, but my surname is Zhao."

Seeing that Chen Yu was about to leave, the teacher suddenly called out, "Chen Yu."

Standing at the doorway, Chen Yu turned his head. "Hm?"

"...Set your mind at ease. We'll help you look for other opportunities. There's bound to be a way."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao."

"You're welcome."

Watching Chen Yu leave, Teacher Zhao took another sip of tea, spat out some tea leaves, and sighed.

What a pity.

If there were only one more year, or even half a year, how wonderful that would be.

Carrying the enrollment guide, Chen Yu returned to the classroom, feeling awkward no matter how he looked at it.

Although he knew that the Acacia Sect in this world was a sect that trained actors and artists, his memories from his past life remained, and they always led him to associate it with less-than-desirable directions.

Shaking his head helplessly, Chen Yu took an ivory-like mobile phone out of his drawer to see if there was anywhere else that could still be salvaged.

The spells within the phone were activated, and the Mana Battery on the back began to operate.

The startup speed of the old mobile phone was very slow, and the reserved mana, like a dying old man, tremblingly sent the mana from the magic array into the built-in miniature magic array.

Accompanied by a flickering faint light, Chen Yu's last exam scores appeared on his phone screen.

[Name: Chen Yu.]
[Student ID: Third Cultivation High School of Heavenly Origin City]
[Spiritual Root Rating: 91 (100)]
[Realm: First Level of Qi Refining]
[Morality: 20 (100)]
[Intelligence: 93 (100)]
[Physique: 31 (100)]
[Aesthetics: 83 (100)]
[Labor: 43 (100)]

Spiritual roots were not included in the score, and his five subjects totaled two hundred and seventy points, which was basically the bottom of the rankings at Third Cultivation High School of Heavenly Origin City.

Although his grades were terrible, no one dared to mock Chen Yu.

After all, he had only been cultivating immortality for a full year.

In his past life, he was a nine-to-six corporate slave in the gaming industry. After saving up some money, he opened a small company himself to make games, and then he worked himself to the bone day and night.

In the end, the game went live, but he went offline.

He had thought that dying meant having nothing left, but unexpectedly, he was reborn into this modern cultivation world.

This world had immortals, Buddhas, three thousand sects, and hundreds of millions of living beings, with almost every cultivator striving to become an immortal.

About five percent of children awakened their spiritual roots at age seven, becoming Body-Forging Cultivators.

Then they began to swallow spiritual qi and polish their mana, laying the foundation before the age of fifteen, before entering high school to begin the all-around development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, ultimately taking the exams to enter the major sects.

Yet Chen Yu had not awakened at age seven. He thought he would live out his life as an ordinary mortal, but unexpectedly, he awakened at seventeen.

His spiritual root arrived at this time!

Because he was ten years late, his foundation was also ten years behind everyone else's. Even with a spiritual root rating as high as 91, it was still difficult to bridge the gap of those ten years.

"Or should I repeat a year? But most sects only want fresh graduates. What can I do?"

During this past year, Chen Yu had wrung out every drop of his potential, almost evolving his sleep away, but unfortunately, he still only had two hundred and seventy points.

This was only because he had the memories of his past life and an exceptional spiritual root; otherwise, he wouldn't even have had this many points.

Just as Chen Yu was pondering how to pull up his scores, he felt his head go dark.

A muscular, powerfully built fellow who looked like a regular on the wanted posters stood before him, looking down at him from above.

Then, with an honest smile, the fellow bowed and said, "Brother Chen, today's math homework..."

"On the desk, copy it yourself. Remember not to copy all of it, then split it up."

"Got it, got it."

"Don't copy a square root sign as a factory symbol, and don't copy a week as seven days."

"Understood, understood."

Cultivators also had to study mathematics.

Mathematics was the foundation of talisman arts, and talisman arts were the foundation of spells.

People who did not understand mathematics could not even figure out how to construct talisman arts. Therefore, mathematics accounted for an extremely high proportion in "wisdom", which was the cultural aspect, and this was also the reason why Chen Yu was able to get a score of 93 in his cultural assessment.

It was just a pity that his vital energy and blood were insufficient, and his magical artifact usage was not proficient, so his scores in "physical education" and "labor" were a bit lackluster.

"Aesthetics" referred to art, which included musical temperament and painting. In his past life, he was not bad in this area, and after coming here, he did not drag his score down.

However, his score in "morality" being so low was quite unexpected.

Morality was a comprehensive score that covered good deeds, luck, opportunity, karma from past lives, and so on.

Normally, an ordinary cultivator theoretically had 50 points, and a score of 20 meant that Chen Yu was either a thoroughly wicked and evil scoundrel or his luck was too bad.

Combined with the fact that he only awakened his spiritual root at seventeen, Chen Yu felt that eight times out of ten it was the latter.

Big Zhuang borrowed the homework and left happily, but then he took a large stride back.

Gripping Chen Yu's shoulder, Big Zhuang said earnestly, "Brother Chen, one national college entrance examination doesn't mean much. At worst, I'll repeat a year with you."

"...No, your grades aren't even as high as mine, how do you have the nerve to comfort me."

"Because I'm stupid, so it's very normal for my grades to be low. But you're different from me. You're so smart, and your spiritual root inspiration rating is also high, so low grades are abnormal. So is there a problem with me comforting you!"

"...I really thank you a lot."

"We're brothers through thick and thin, don't be polite," Big Zhuang said with embarrassment. "Right, the Cultivators' Committee sent you a letter. You weren't around at the time, so the old class teacher entrusted me to pass it on to you. Take a look at it."

"Thanks."

Taking the letter, Chen Yu saw the black envelope and paused slightly.

The full name of the Cultivators' Committee was the Heavenly Origin Cultivator Management Committee, responsible for all affairs and cooperation regarding cultivators.

Every large region would have a cultivators committee, cooperating or competing with one another, and accepting the management and coordination of the Cultivators' Alliance.

Education was also managed by the Cultivators' Committee, and the notification of his own spiritual root awakening back then was also sent by them.

The priority levels of messages differed, and the colors of the covers differed as well. White indicated ordinary messages, while black was encrypted and could not be opened by anyone other than the intended recipient.

Tucking the envelope into his pocket, Chen Yu saw that there were no more classes for today, so he simply returned to his dormitory, locked the door from the inside, and then opened the letter.

The moment the envelope was torn open, it turned into flowing light, and a large number of light spots, resembling a large hand, touched Chen Yu's forehead and vanished instantly, but his identity had already been verified.

[Dear student Chen Yu, this is a private letter from the Heavenly Origin Cultivator Management Committee. Please ensure you are the only person around when viewing it.]

[Regarding your predicament, we express our deepest sympathy, but we are unable to make any special accommodations. You still need to participate in the national college entrance examination as a fresh graduate this year; this point cannot be changed.]

Although he knew this would be the outcome, Chen Yu was still a little disappointed.

However, if it were merely this news, the other party would have just used a white envelope, which meant there was even more important news to follow.

[However, in the previous tests, we discovered that aside from your spiritual root, you also show signs of Constitution awakening. Therefore, we have decided to present you with a bottle of Constitution Awakening Fluid as an additional boost, and we hope you can seize this opportunity.]

[Constitution is a power independent of the cultivation system. It is surmised to be a remnant of ancient supreme bloodlines. Currently, we know very little about it, only that its existence probability is even lower than a spiritual root, and the effects after awakening are likewise unclear.]

[After taking the awakening fluid, your Constitution will manifest in the way most familiar to you. If you find unexplained hallucinations and phenomena appearing around you, that is normal, and you will adapt after a few minutes.]

[Be sure not to leak information about your Constitution, and you can arrange a fake type for your Constitution when necessary. Some Constitutions may have negative influences, but as long as you do not commit crimes, we can tolerate them.]

[Finally, we wish you a pleasant cultivation journey. Farewell.]

"Farewell."

Although he knew the other party could not hear him, Chen Yu still said goodbye, and then watched as the envelope burned without fire.

The flames were somewhat dim, and during the burning process, they did not touch Chen Yu or the things beside him. After the burning finished, no ashes were left behind; instead, a glass bottle the size of a thumb appeared, filled with a liquid that looked like quicksilver.

Although there were only two drops, the fact that it could be sent over by the committee with such solemnity showed that this thing was definitely not cheap.

When he searched online later, the price of three hundred thousand made Chen Yu draw a sharp breath, and then in his heart he accepted this favor, deciding to repay it whenever he had the opportunity in the future.

The method for using the awakening fluid was very simple: open the bottle and swallow the liquid inside.

This medicine could only be taken when there were signs of awakening, and it could accelerate the awakening of the Constitution; it had no effect in any other states.

Carefully opening the bottle, Chen Yu tilted his head back and swallowed the liquid inside, and it was empty before he could even taste any flavor.

Almost at the instant he took the medicine, Chen Yu felt a pain between his brows, and then a voice rang in his ear:

Constitution [Heavenly Demon Body] unlocked.

Hearing this voice, which sounded like a gaming narrator, Chen Yu instantly had a "holy shit" he wanted to say.

The reason for his low morality was found.