Qin Ming's Change

Su Wuming remained unconscious for an entire night.

From the moment Lin Pangpang carried him back, he had been sleeping.

Lin Pangpang did not disturb him. After exchanging the Beast Crystals for money, he transferred it to the orphanage.

That afternoon, he did some physical training himself. Fortunately, as a food-type awakened, after giving himself a buff, he went to set up a stall at the night market alone.

Cultivation might be grueling, but life still had to go on.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Su Wuming was awakened by the aroma of braised chicken legs.

Before his eyes even opened, his head had already stretched out of the bedroom and onto the dining table.

It had to be said that the recovery power of the Rubber Constitution was truly absurd. Aside from the hunger in his stomach, Su Wuming had fully recovered mentally as well.

Just like the protagonists in the anime he had watched in his previous life, one night's sleep could heal any injury or pain.

Of course, eating was the fastest way to recover, but he had passed out at the time and had been unable to eat.

There were five braised chicken legs for breakfast today, all enhanced by Lin Pangpang with the Blood Vitality Infusion buff.

Lin Pangpang himself felt that this ability he had mastered was practically made for Su Wuming.

In the class, he was the only one with Blood Vitality Infusion. The other four all had Spiritual Energy Infusion.

Perhaps it had something to do with him being a foodie himself...

Su Wuming bit down on a chicken leg, and his body followed after his head. Even though Lin Pangpang had seen this ability yesterday, he still found it somewhat hard to get used to.

Just imagine it—early in the morning, while you were eating, a head suddenly stretched out across from you. Under normal circumstances, that would scare someone half to death.

Only after wolfing down three chicken legs did Su Wuming's hunger finally vanish, and his tightly shut eyes opened as well.

"Phew~~ That felt great! Another day full of energy!"

"Hehe~ You ate thirty yuan's worth at breakfast. Of course it felt great..." After saying that, Lin Pangpang looked at the soy milk in his bowl and the fried dough stick in his hand, instantly losing his appetite.

The more he thought about it, the more cheated he felt. He reached out to grab the two remaining chicken legs on the table.

However, Su Wuming was one step faster. With a sweep of his hand, the plate was immediately empty.

"You've already eaten thirty yuan's worth, so another twenty won't make a difference. Thanks, Pangpang. You really are my best bond."

"What the hell is a bond?! If I could beat you, I'd hammer you eight times a day, believe it or not?"

"Mm, I believe you. But do you believe I can hammer you eight times right now?"

Uh... Lin Pangpang decided it was better to follow his heart.

He chickened out...

Of course, Su Wuming was only joking with him. In the end, he still gave him one chicken leg.

When they arrived at school, Instructor Mo Lan was the first to arrive.

After yesterday's display of authority, the students in the class were exceptionally well-behaved today.

As a result, in the enormous Martial Arena, only Su Wuming was striking a wooden dummy by himself.

There was nothing he could do. The strong were always lonely...

With yesterday's experience under his belt, Su Wuming began trying to cultivate the Dao Guidance Method while striking the wooden dummy.

It had to be said that the senior who created this cultivation method was truly a peerless genius.

The method was suitable for Spirit Martial Practitioners of every type. Its main purpose was to gradually draw out a cultivator's own potential.

This was how combat skills for awakened of every type came about.

Human potential was limitless. As long as one was willing to work hard and sincerely comprehend one's awakened talent, then dig deeply into it, the gains would be proportional to the effort invested.

Because of this, some exceptionally gifted individuals could even sell the combat skills they comprehended themselves. PS: They came with comprehension notes that could help cultivators of the same type master the combat skills more quickly.

Instructor Mo Lan had explained all this yesterday.

Su Wuming was now considering whether his Eight Gates would trigger a mad scramble among strength-type Spirit Martial Practitioners and practitioners of other types if he put it up for sale.

Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to prove with his own strength that it was worth fighting over.

However, he had yet to comprehend any strength-type combat skills through the Dao Guidance Method. It had merely increased his physical strength and power.

According to the records, Silver Rank was already the limit for strength-type Spirit Martial Practitioners. Like a curse, no one had broken through that limit in hundreds of years due to the restrictions of this talent.

Perhaps once he surpassed Silver Rank, he would gain different insights and make new discoveries, possibly changing this situation. He had the system to thank for that.

"How many?" Su Wuming, who had been thinking about all this, was suddenly interrupted by a voice from behind him.

He immediately knew who it was. It was Qin Ming. Without turning his head, Su Wuming calmly replied to his question.

"Two hundred and one."

Then he asked another question. "What, did you talk back to the instructor again?"

"No. I requested it myself. I'm not convinced by yesterday's fight. I want to defeat you."

It seemed the former class monitor was quite capable of bending when necessary.

I admire your courage in wanting to defeat me, but you don't have a cheat system.

"Keep it up~" Su Wuming replied, then ignored him and continued his check-in challenge.

After being interrupted, the Dao Guidance Method cultivation he had only just gotten into the rhythm of had to start over again.

He did not blame Qin Ming for that. He had been multitasking to begin with, and being disturbed was a form of cultivation too.

Besides, the enormous Martial Arena no longer had only him in it, even though he and the other person had a conflict...

Su Wuming did not think too much about Qin Ming's sudden change in attitude today.

What he did not know was that after Qin Ming returned home yesterday and recounted what had happened, the elders of the Qin Family had sternly lectured him, telling him not to make enemies of his classmates.

Especially a Spirit Martial Practitioner like Su Wuming, who had undergone a Mutant Second Awakening.

What deep hatred could young people in their student days possibly have? It was nothing more than petty squabbles.

As one of the future heirs the family held in high regard, the first thing he needed to learn was how to recognize and make good use of people. Most importantly, he had to be broad-minded!

The Qin Family could not be considered a particularly famous great clan. Its gradual growth and expansion had not relied on bullying others through influence.

Of course, as the family developed generation after generation, there would always be parasites. Those elders existed to remove them.

Although Qin Ming was somewhat unconvinced, he had one good quality: he was obedient!

He might not understand what the elders said now, but if he could not figure it out, he could take his time thinking about it.

The testing dummies Instructor Mo Lan had planted in the ground yesterday were still there. Qin Ming casually chose one and began the same check-in challenge as Su Wuming.

This kind of training was equally effective for animal-type Spirit Martial Practitioners like him. The method was primitive, but it truly worked. It was just that not many people these days could endure such hardship.

Most were constrained by all sorts of labels, such as talent and the like.

Instructor Mo Lan treated everyone equally and gave Qin Ming the same advice about multitasking.

At lunchtime, Qin Ming saw that Su Wuming showed no sign of stopping. Gritting his teeth, he continued.

Moreover, he did not use his ability today to gather sand and soil around his fists for protection.

Just as Su Wuming had said yesterday:

"Men fight with their bare hands!"

If he wanted to surpass his opponent, he had to understand and get close to his opponent.

That was a meaningful sentence his father had told him last night.

It was clear that Qin Ming was truly obedient...

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