Realm Entry

"Ren Yisheng, a psychology professor at Canglan Academy. I have to get into Canglan Academy's psychology program?"

Ren Anran had finally given Zhang Xuezhou a plan.

But Zhang Xuezhou felt that Ren Anran was more likely shirking responsibility for being unable to treat his illness.

"Ren Anran, Ren Yisheng, both surnamed Ren. Could they be working together to swindle me out of my money?"

All sorts of possibilities ran through Zhang Xuezhou's head.

A shell company was easy enough to set up, but Zhang Xuezhou thought getting hold of a faculty building at Canglan Academy would be a bit more difficult.

Of course, getting close to Professor Ren Yisheng would be even harder for him.

As one of the Scarlet Alliance State's three top academies, Canglan Academy wasn't somewhere just anyone could enter.

"And that psychology program..."

Zhang Xuezhou had never considered such a lousy major.

In Zhang Xuezhou's mind, biological genetics was bound to be his first choice.

In an age when society was constantly advancing, genetic modification touched every aspect of life.

Human genes, animal genes, plant genes-they were involved in everything from medicine to the economy and were closely tied to ordinary people's lives.

It was a huge industry, full of employment opportunities and the potential to start a business and strike it rich.

Zhang Xuezhou would rather attend a lesser university if that meant getting into the best, most popular major.

He had never considered psychology.

But a few words from Ren Anran had struck him in the heart.

"If you major in psychology, wouldn't it be great to collect money fair and square like I do? I'm telling you, my income really isn't bad. I can see ten clients like you in a day..."

Zhang Xuezhou had been thinking about a high-paying job that paid six thousand a month, but after Ren Anran's brief words of persuasion, his goal in life had undergone a major change.

Six thousand a month or ten thousand a day-even a fool would know to choose the latter.

It didn't matter if the field was unpopular, as long as it made money.

"When I become a doctor, I'll definitely fleece a few big suckers and keep them coming to my clinic for treatment year after year!"

Influenced by Ren Anran's fees, evil rose in Zhang Xuezhou's heart, and he couldn't help thinking about schemes to make a fortune.

After he walked out of Ren Anran's clinic, he took several deep breaths of fresh air before he managed to banish that terrible thought from his mind.

"I'd rather medicine gathered dust on the shelves, and wish there were no sickness or suffering in the world. I can't do something so heartless. When I open a clinic, I'll definitely charge... Forget it, I'd better get into Canglan Academy first!"

Zhang Xuezhou searched online, verified Ren Yisheng's identity, and confirmed that what Ren Anran had said was true.

He was still somewhat skeptical when he left the clinic, but Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to clutch at this life-saving straw.

Unless Ren Anran had no other choice, a doctor at a private clinic would never send a client elsewhere.

Zhang Xuezhou also trusted Canglan Academy.

It was one of the Scarlet Alliance State's top institutions of higher learning, a sacred place in the hearts of countless students, and its professors were worthy of trust.

He still had doubts and felt quite lost about the future, but he had no choice but to take this path.

No amount of wealth or pursuit could outweigh health.

Only if he was healthy would Zhang Xuezhou be in a position to pursue anything else.

And right now, Zhang Xuezhou had to get that ticket to treatment.

He had previously thought about making a push up the school rankings to scrape together some money for his medical bills, but after Ren Anran's advice, Zhang Xuezhou had made getting into an institution of higher learning a goal he had to accomplish.

Without that ticket, there were people he would never even get to meet in his lifetime.

Getting into Canglan Academy was incredibly difficult, so difficult that even Yucai Middle School's top student would shake their head and struggle to feel certain of getting in.

"You're only working hard for your future. I'm working hard to survive right now!"

Different motivations gave people different convictions and drove them to make different efforts, producing different results.

Zhang Xuezhou believed that if someone knew they would be killed the next day unless they memorized a thousand-word essay, even the biggest fool would fight with all their might until they achieved the goal and saved their life.

That was exactly the situation Zhang Xuezhou was in now.

Song Fengying had gone to great lengths to find Ren Anran, a doctor with genuine skill.

Zhang Xuezhou had repeatedly worried about the cost of treatment, but only when Ren Anran was at a loss did he realize that the biggest problem was not money, but the moment a doctor lacked the ability to help.

Ren Anran's tactful recommendation of someone else was nearly tantamount to declaring that he would suffer brain death in the future.

Zhang Xuezhou had been deeply shaken.

When he got home, he threw himself into working hard, striving for his own survival.

Under such a tremendous shock, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his mind had become much sharper, and for a time his memory and comprehension seemed to have improved considerably.

"How can I sense an improvement of this magnitude?"

When people made progress, it was easy for them to think their own hard work was the main reason for everything, but few paid attention to the development and improvement of their brain.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that some capacity in his brain seemed to have improved, giving him such a fine perception of it.

It was like upgrading a computer's core threads; he seemed to have advanced a step beyond dual cores and four threads.

"Could this be the effect of the Essential Instruction for Recuperation?"

The Supreme Purity True Technique was only a technique for suppressing and healing injuries. Zhang Xuezhou had even decided that the Supreme Purity True Technique was a delusion of his own, generated in a dream from the Essential Instruction for Recuperation.

But the Essential Instruction for Recuperation was a treatment plan Ren Anran had given him, involving meditation, perception, and other such things.

If Zhang Xuezhou had to find an explanation for his improved perception, the Essential Instruction for Recuperation was bound to be his first choice.

He suddenly recalled how he had once eaten the Ten Yin Holy Son's demon flesh and mastered the Essential Instruction for Recuperation. Ren Anran had even guessed that something had happened to Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying, shocking Zhang Xuezhou into completing the treatment plan.

Zhang Xuezhou hadn't suffered a shock back then, but now he truly had.

Dimly, Zhang Xuezhou felt something connect in his mind.

His thoughts swayed, and a white seed appeared before his eyes.

In the space of an instant, the white seed's shell split.

It sprouted, put out leaves, its trunk growing...

As though it had broken free of its bonds, the white seed began to grow at astonishing speed.

"Realm Entry in the Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Incantation?"

The scene before him was all too familiar. Zhang Xuezhou had experienced it once in a dream.

That time, he had listened to Lonely Rogue Person at the Nine-Foot Daoist Temple and achieved Realm Entry in the Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Incantation.

And everything before him now was almost no different from the dream.

He was likewise achieving Realm Entry now.

"Is this real or a dream? How could reality be the same as a dream? Could my illness have gotten worse?"

Zhang Xuezhou had once envied Duan Yu in Zhang Weimeng's novel. The man's life could be described as lying down and activating a cheat: he had casually mastered the supreme Six Meridian Divine Sword, which countless people had spent their entire lives studying.

When the scene from the book was reflected in Zhang Xuezhou's own life, he felt a sudden, inexplicable fear.

His current situation seemed even more absurd than Duan Yu's.

No one could master peerless martial arts by relying on dreams.

When the foundation on which a theory was built did not exist, anything derived from that theory was wrong.

"No one can become a powerhouse by relying on dreams!"

Zhang Xuezhou murmured to himself.

If it was impossible to become a powerhouse through dreams, then the only explanation was that his illness had gotten worse. He could no longer distinguish the effects of his dreams from those of the real world, and his mind was growing confused.

Zhang Xuezhou could not stop the process.

He watched helplessly as the sapling broke through the soil and grew into a towering tree. Only when he heard its leaves rustling in the wind did Zhang Xuezhou manage to break free of the scene.

"Study, I have to study... Only by studying do I have a sliver of hope of saving my life!"

Zhang Xuezhou swayed slightly.

He stumbled to his feet, took three fluazepam pills, picked up a book, and began reading aloud.

He didn't want to go to a hospital for conventional treatment, only to be confined to a psychiatric hospital and kept on sedatives from then on.

For now, he could only place his hopes on Ren Yisheng.

Before that, he had to meet the basic requirements to see him.

"Why are you reading number theory out loud? Are you crazy? Do you have to read even that subject so loudly..."

The curses reached him, but someone quickly talked the speaker down.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced toward the source of the voice, then looked away, without letting it stop him from reading aloud.

Shaken as he was, his desire to study surged like a tide, and no one was going to stop him.

As he read aloud, he committed all kinds of number theory formulas firmly to memory, and they even began to come together coherently in his mind.