Indestructible Divinity

"I'll take this one, and this one, and this one, this one..."

Ning Yue's finger moved swiftly, pointing to one thing after another.

Director, you told me to choose, but you didn't say how many I could choose, so I...

Just have to be quick.

"Stop, stop! Two at most, no more."

As Li Changsheng spoke, a flash of pain crossed his face. Everything that had appeared in his hands was one of his prized possessions. Anything worthy of his attention was extraordinarily valuable.

"These two will do. They're just right for you."

Li Changsheng pulled his hand back, and when it appeared again, only two things remained in it: a jade box and a medicine bottle.

"Thank you, Director."

Ning Yue quickly took the rewards in hand before thanking him.

Next, Director Li encouraged Wang Xueqing and the other team members. He sent them off with a few words, leaving them brimming with enthusiasm.

Even a painted cake could stave off hunger, especially when the boss painted it big and round.

Then he left alone.

He left Zuo Tianchang and the other homeroom teachers to begin a new day of classes.

[38 days remaining until the college entrance exam]

Ning Yue arrived at the classroom and found it was still the same classroom, except for an extra line of text.

I can only stay in this class for another 38 days.

The thought made him a little reluctant to leave.

Three years of high school, three years of youth, three years on the path of martial cultivation.

From a Sleep God to the number one student in the school, how many memories and how much heartfelt affection that touched his heart had he left behind?

Uh, that last one didn't seem to apply.

Ning Yue thought back. He seemed to have gotten into plenty of fights, while sleeping and skipping class were routine.

He had never offered his sincerity in exchange for genuine affection.

How about...

He tightened his purse strings. There wasn't much money in it.

Forget it.

"Students, in three days, the school will hold its third martial mock exam. This time, the school has decided that you'll leave the city for the exam, giving you a chance to experience real combat in advance and prepare for the actual college entrance exam."

Zuo Tianchang made the announcement.

"As for the students who aren't at school, Liao Dong, as class monitor, let them know in the group chat."

"Okay."

Liao Dong answered weakly.

He had been cultivating in the school's cultivation room, which blocked out all sound. When he came out and saw the noisy campus, he asked around and only then learned what had happened at school.

When he learned of Ning Yue's combat strength from the other students, he had only one thought.

How am I supposed to catch up? Is Ning Yue some kind of beast?

Ning Yue's combat strength was already no weaker than that of most Third-Rank Martial Artists.

His defensive power was even more incredible. He was clearly also a genius who had awakened a spirit body.

What was more, Ning Yue surpassed ordinary people in cultivating martial techniques. Every cultivation art and martial technique he practiced had reached the major accomplishment stage.

I don't have a spirit body or any profound cultivation arts. I'm an ordinary person through and through.

Thinking about it like that, Liao Dong no longer wanted to be class monitor. He might as well hand the job over to Ning Yue.

But he was also a little reluctant. He liked the feeling of holding great power and the looks of admiration from others.

Then another thought occurred to him: Ning Yue's family wasn't as rich as his, so his resources would run short later on.

A man can't just be fast. He has to last longer, too.

Liao Dong was once again full of ambition and fighting spirit, his confidence restored.

"All right, Liao Dong, sit down."

"Uh, oh."

Watching this from the front of the classroom, Zuo Tianchang sighed inwardly. The college entrance exam had really driven these children mad. Liao Dong was usually so steady, but even he had become somewhat neurotic.

His realm was too low as well. If...

Zuo Tianchang glanced at Ning Yue and found him slumped over his desk asleep again.

He paid it no mind. Instead, he felt gratified.

If they all had Ning Yue's combat strength and the speed at which he advanced through realms, the college entrance exam would be as easy as turning over their hands.

That was the difference between geniuses and ordinary people, something decided at birth.

It was very difficult to change afterward.

Ning Yue lay on his desk, but he wasn't sleeping. He had immersed his mind in his thoughts, carefully pondering the similarities between the Bitter Bamboo Scripture and the Heaven-Breaking Scripture, preparing to fuse the two cultivation arts.

In the arena, he had unleashed all his blood qi. He had discovered that although his blood qi was powerful when circulated through the two arts, it was difficult to merge into one.

If he couldn't merge them, he could bring out at most ninety percent of his combat strength.

Now, with the Martial Dao Myth bolstering him, flashes of insight kept appearing in his mind, one inspiration after another.

In a fleeting instant, the snap of a finger, a thousand visions came and vanished.

His inspiration changed a thousand times.

At last, through his continuous efforts to fuse them, the two cultivation arts showed the faintest beginnings of a fusion, and the outline of the art had a general direction.

The original cultivation arts could be described as opening the heavenly meridians and shedding the mortal body.

The outline of the new cultivation art was: open the martial dao heavenly meridians, refine the martial dao true body.

Thus, the true body would be indestructible, and he could be reborn from a drop of blood.

However, there was still a long way to go before he could reach that point. As he was now, he hadn't even taken the first step; he hadn't successfully fused the First-Rank Realm cultivation arts.

He needed to open his heavenly meridians and, upon reaching the ninth layer of heavenly meridians, condense a drop of Indestructible True Blood.

Indestructible True Blood: It contained Indestructible Divinity, which was god-level power.

Of course, what he could condense in the First-Rank Realm could at most be considered a tiny trace of divinity, or rather, false true blood condensed in imitation of the god-level realm.

Even so, it was incomparably powerful.

If he succeeded in condensing it, he would no longer need to activate the Indestructible Vajra Physique. His body would be even more powerful than the Indestructible Vajra Physique.

After school, Ning Yue continued to think about fusing the cultivation arts.

After returning home and eating in a daze, he went back to his room alone and once again immersed himself in the process of fusing the cultivation arts.

He left Ning Baichuan and his wife deeply worried.

"What's wrong with this child? He won't say a word, as if he's gone stupid." Mo Zini's complaint was tinged with worry.

"Who knows? Maybe he's in love," Ning Baichuan answered after a pause.

Their Ning Pill Company had faced all kinds of attacks recently, and enemies of unknown origin had left him overwhelmed.

"What do you mean, in love? This child has been cultivating desperately lately, nothing like before. Today he isn't cultivating either. I keep feeling that something's wrong."

The more Mo Zini thought about it, the more worried she became.

"Baichuan, tell me, could our son have been possessed?"

The further the couple's conversation strayed, the more they felt something was wrong.

With no other choice, they sent Lei Zhan a message.

"Ning Yue seems to have been possessed. He doesn't even recognize us, his parents. Old Lei, come over and help us take a look."