I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 8 Thanks to Lord Chenguang
Although he's just a school doctor, his bonus increases when the school's college entrance rate rises.

Moreover, he was the one who discovered this, which, in retrospect, is a merit that greatly helps with promotion and salary increases.

Although the student council went crazy because of this, they were basically fine after being fed six pounds of calming herbs.

Although the Tranquil Grass is a spiritual herb, it is one of the least valuable spiritual herbs. You can find it in abundance in the back mountain; it could even be considered an invasive species.

After organizing his observations, the school doctor compiled his findings into a booklet and handed it directly to his friend, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 11.

After reading through his friend's summary, the homeroom teacher's smile never faded.

"Two points of mana for half an hour, four points for an hour, ninety-six points a day. You can pick any Tranquilizing Grass you want, it's practically free. And if you stay in the maddened state, you'll recover within three days, totaling two hundred and eighty-eight points. How many times a month can this method be used?"

"Maybe it can be used twice, but I'm not sure," the school doctor replied.

"Five hundred and seventy points of mana is enough for cultivation, and there might even be some left over. Not bad!"

"Not only that! I discovered that after going crazy, the basic techniques of visualization also improved a little. After that, inspiration was bursting, and it was really exhilarating to practice."

"...The person who had this dream is truly a genius! Could it be the Patriarch of Visualization coming to enlighten us?"

Upon seeing the calculated figures, the homeroom teacher's excitement was palpable. He kept rubbing his hands together, as if he could see his students getting into university one by one and growing up healthily.

The most important things in spiritual practice are wealth, companions, Dharma, and environment.

In the eyes of cultivators, magical power is wealth, and the greatest reliance for cultivation.

With these magical powers, his students would no longer need to spend money at Wangtian Cliff to acquire magical powers, and the extra money could be used to purchase other necessities.

Moreover, the time saved can be used for dedicated practice without wasting time or money, and learning efficiency can be increased by at least 100%.

In this way, the college entrance rate of Guanxiang High School will indeed increase significantly.

Thinking of this, the homeroom teacher became even more excited and picked up his phone to say to the school doctor, "Old friend, can I tell this news to others? I want to tell the homeroom teachers of other classes."

"Sure, why not? But aren't you competitors?"

"That's right, but a true man should act with integrity and uprightness. If I have good ideas, I should share them; if they have good ideas, they will also come to me to share them."

Just as they were about to contact others, the homeroom teacher suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said to the school doctor, "Wait a moment, this matter must not be told to the principal or the dean of students."

"Why is this again?"

After hesitating for a moment, the homeroom teacher, seeing that no one was around, lowered his voice and said, "The red glow on Wangtian Cliff is nominally outsourced to an outsider, but in reality, it's the head of the teaching department. And without the principal's approval, the head of the teaching department wouldn't dare to do this. Of the money the students pay, 40% goes to the principal, 40% goes to the head of the teaching department, and 20% goes to the contractor."

“It’s so dark!”

"And I heard they want to raise prices. The method you've discovered is like pulling down their ladder, and if you get caught, you'll definitely be in big trouble. It's not easy for students to save money; they should use it to buy some good food. Look at them, they're getting thinner every day."

"I understand. I was originally thinking of changing my professional title, but now I'll listen to you."

"Thank you. I'll take care of this. I'll arrange two intensive tutoring sessions every month to reduce any suspicion. Brother, this is something our teacher owes you, thank you!"

"You're too kind! The person we should thank the most is Chenguang."

"I will remember his kindness for the rest of my life!"

In less than half a day, "The Mysterious Immortal's Dream" blossomed and became wildly popular throughout Guanxiang High School.

In the past, to gain magical power, one needed to meditate and calm the mind, slowly enduring four hours to obtain four points of magical power, and then carry out daily cultivation.

If you want to save time, spend money to go to Wangtianya and trade money for time.

But now, as long as you dream, you can go mad, and going mad can grant you magical power. After going mad, you can also improve your sect's internal techniques, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

In an instant, the dream's style drastically changed. The once eerie and terrifying dream suddenly transformed into a sacred place for cultivation, making the students of Guanxiang High School overjoyed. Under the dream's evaluation in Chapter Two, numerous students from Guanxiang High School visited the site and left their heartfelt thanks.

I initially got hooked because it was free, but now I wish it would start charging.

[This was the first time I'd ever experienced such a thrilling ride. When I woke up, everything was still distorting and warping, and inspiration kept flowing through my mind. I feel like I can improve my score by at least five points on my next exam.]

[I'm so envious. My cousin goes to Fourth High School, and they're already totally into it. Why don't we at Fifth High School have this kind of dream?]

[Dear Chenguang, next time could you suggest a dream scenario where I can play sports in a high school? I also want to fall asleep and improve my grades. Ideally, I'd like a dream where I learn math. Thanks!]

[Hey upstairs, are you a turtle in the wishing well? If you want it that badly, dream on!]

[I just want to dream!]

【Dear Chenguang, I know that dreaming requires energy, time, and many other things, and I have all of those! Please make one for Second High School, we're willing to pay any price!】

Chen Yu was in physical education class when he saw these comments.

He had just finished his warm-up activities when he secretly took out his phone to check the evaluation of his dream, but he didn't expect to see this.

The comments section of Chapter 1 of "Dream Man" was filled with players' lamentations, but Chapter 2 was suddenly filled with cheers. The previously terrifying atmosphere vanished completely, leaving Chen Yu completely baffled as to what had happened.

"One year of cultivation time is indeed not enough. I have no idea why."

With a sigh, Chen Yu opened his cultivation interface and found that his negative emotions had just risen to 2010, but his positive emotions had soared to 18000 and would soon reach the limit.

Although I don't know what will happen when positive emotions reach their limit, there shouldn't be any major problems. I guess they'll give you power, just like negative emotions.

As soon as Chen Yu closed the interface, he saw that Teacher Zhao had walked ahead, opened his coat, and revealed his well-defined muscles.

"Today, we will review the straight punch."

"The straight punch is a compulsory test item in physical education, which is worth five points. If your straight punch level reaches five, you can get full marks."

"Now, I'll demonstrate a straight punch. My straight punch level is already ten. You don't need to be so perfect; level five is enough."

Physical education tests various physical skills, and different skills are scored according to their corresponding levels. Each skill has a different score.

Chen Yu's straight punch is only at level one. After all, his foundation is too poor, so it's already pretty good that he can reach level one.

Teacher Zhao glanced at Chen Yu, and after confirming that the other person was staring at her, she took a deep breath.

Energy, step, punch!

Although it was just a punch that mobilized all the body's energy and blood without using any magic, the moment it was thrown, everyone seemed to hear the morning bell and evening drum, causing them to tremble.

The level 10 straight punch seemed to strike everyone's heart, and the huge sonic boom almost ripped their eardrums, making them realize the gap between themselves and their teacher.

After retracting his fist, Teacher Zhao said, "Let's begin, as I just demonstrated. Chen Yu, feel free to ask me any questions."

Chen Yu had just finished nodding when he sensed that something was wrong.

Just now, his positive emotions finally broke through the 20,000 limit, and all the positive and negative emotions were converted into magic power and stored in his body.

However, this magical power was not peaceful; the power containing strong positive emotions seemed to be in conflict with his demonic body, making him unable to hold back his emotions.

In an instant, the scene of Teacher Zhao's perfect straight punch flashed before his eyes, causing his body to move involuntarily, imitating the teacher's swing of his fist and throwing a straight punch forward.

A slight sound rang out, like the first snowflake of winter falling to the ground, but it still made Teacher Zhao quickly turn around and look at the students practicing diligently in front of him.

Did I hear that right?
(End of this chapter)