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"Oh, you seem to be having a great chat?"

Jiu Chonglou suddenly appeared at the door. No one heard the door open, so they let her lean against the door frame and hear every word of the conversation.

Chen Zhuzhu's smile froze instantly, and she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, looking like a thief caught red-handed: "Miss Jiu..."

Ji Mo was more at ease than her, holding up the book in her hand: "Are there any similar books?"

"Yes, I'll find it for you when I get home," Jiu Chonglou replied, but his gaze remained fixed on Chen Zhuzhu.

Jiu Chonglou strode closer. Although she was also a woman, she was astonishingly tall, and coupled with her beloved high heels, she usually looked down on other women with an air of superiority. The oppressive feeling of her approaching figure almost suffocated Chen Zhuzhu.

Oh no, her face is being pulled up! Chen Zhuzhu has only ever seen women do similar things in TV dramas. In this situation, the protagonist is about to get beaten up.

She closed her eyes tightly, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, Jiu Chonglou began to explore her body, pinching her arms, patting her thighs, and even touching the soft flesh around her waist.

"Sure enough," Jiu Chonglou said, clapping his hands after the examination, "Your brain can't keep up with your body's evolution. Don't you always feel that everyday items don't fit properly, and your movements are awkward?"

"Yes, yes!"

"It's been too long since Sanchuan has had such a weak newcomer. I forgot to remind you." Jiu Chonglou stroked his chin, glancing thoughtfully at Ji Mo. "If your strength increases too quickly, it can easily lead to a lag in your nerve responses. Old Man Ji was like that back then, but he was just out of control due to a sudden surge in strength, so I sent him to the martial arts gym."

"I think so too," Ji Mo chimed in, but as a man, he couldn't confirm it as easily as Jiu Chonglou.

"So she wasn't angry about me chatting with Ji Mo..." Chen Zhuzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then became nervous again: "Am I going to the martial arts gym too? But I don't feel like I've changed much?"

"That's your common sense limiting your understanding. Don't believe me?" Jiu Chonglou raised an eyebrow and casually pointed to the side, "Try punching that wall with all your might."

Chen Zhuzhu clenched her fist with some doubt, took a deep breath, and swung it at the wall.

With a loud crash, the entire brick wall collapsed, sending debris flying everywhere! Chen Zhuzhu's fist was instantly torn open, the excruciating pain bringing tears to her eyes.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Jiu Chonglou shook his head helplessly, a flash of light appearing at his fingertips. The collapsed wall was restored to its original state as if time had reversed, and Chen Zhuzhu's bloodied fist was instantly healed.

"See?" Jiu Chonglou flicked non-existent dust from his fingertips. "Your strength has increased too quickly, but your thinking hasn't kept up. Today you're a wall, but what about tomorrow? Have you ever thought about what would happen if that punch landed on an ordinary person?"

She paused for a moment, then said, "I'll send you an address when we get back. Go there whenever you have time each day, and someone will guide you."

"Is it also a Sanchuan store?" Chen Zhuzhu dug into her memory, trying to find similar stores with the Sanchuan sign.

"No, it's an official training center, specifically for training newcomers like you who haven't yet mastered the control of their powers." Jiu Chonglou rolled his eyes in disdain. "Like I said, Sanchuan generally doesn't recruit weaklings. Training newcomers from scratch is something only the government does."

Jiu Chonglou's face showed a rather troubled expression, like a contemporary mathematics PhD facing the requirement to teach elementary school mathematics. He could only shake his head to indicate that he could not do it. He would have to start with calculus at the very least. At the same time, he showed a puzzled expression, muttering how someone could be fourteen years old and still not be able to learn calculus.

"If you really want to experience the Sanchuan style of training, I can find you a temporary partner. Real combat is indeed the fastest way to improve; are you sure you want to give it a try?"

Chen Zhuzhu stared at her fist, which showed no sign of injury, and shook her head in disbelief as she recalled the excruciating pain she had just experienced. She had joined Sanchuan seeking a stable and safe life in the extraordinary realm, and was not yet prepared to face the harsh realities of life.

"By the way, you can learn some basic skills there, like introductory courses on the Five Elements manipulation." Jiu Chonglou then seriously planned for her, "I suggest starting with water control. With your current level, even if you lose control, you'll only get soaked. Fire control could cause a fire if you mess it up, so put that aside for now. But if we're talking about the most practical skill in the city, it has to be metal manipulation."

"Like this—"

She raised her right hand, palm up. The metal objects in the room trembled slightly, as if drawn by an invisible force.

"Come."

As she softly called out, a pile of metal objects flew through the air.

Along with the bewildered Ji Mo, they all fell into the pile of metal, still in the posture of raising their hands to read a book.

"Ah, I forgot your spatial ring also contains metal." Jiu Chonglou's palm only held a few small items, including the silver ring.

Although Ji Mo himself is immune to supernatural powers, the items he carries do not have the same properties, and were thus pulled over by the ring.

"I have a feeling you did this on purpose." Ji Mo patted his clothes and stood up, realizing for the first time that his spatial ring actually contained metallic components. Is this scientifically possible? No, does this even fit the logic of the extraordinary world?

Without batting an eye, Jiu Chonglou took his hand, slipped the ring back onto his middle finger, and asked, "Do you have any proof?"

Then, Jiu Chonglou turned his head and explained, "See? Low-level skills rely heavily on external objects. To start a fire in the city and make it spread, you need accelerants. To control water, you need to find the underground water source. Wood and earth are not worth mentioning. The most convenient one is metal. With a flick of your finger, you can have disposable weapons everywhere."

After receiving a bewildered nod from Chen Zhuzhu, Jiu Chonglou didn't let anyone else waste time cleaning up the place. He snapped his fingers, and all the flying metal objects, except for the spatial ring, automatically returned to their original positions without any discrepancy.

"Let's begin today's program," said Jiu Chonglou.

The draft prepared last night, after revisions and the addition of Zhang Qixuan's case, became today's content. This is what happens when you don't have a professional writer; Chen Zhuzhu isn't a professional either. A draft as polished as yesterday's usually takes two or three days to refine. But hiring someone specifically for this seems unnecessary.

Less than twenty minutes after the program started airing, the hotline rang.

"What's with this person's abilities?! How come they're still alive?"

"*Explosion sound."

"Damn it, is he out of his mind? Hitting like that!"

"Leave? Are we leaving? But we're not here for recycling..."

"Recycle my ass! If you don't leave now, Death will come to take your life first!"

It was yet another one-sided and meaningless communication.

Ji Mo looked at Jiu Chonglou, who was sitting on the control panel, and received an affirmative answer: "...Judging from the soul fluctuations, it's still the same two people as last time."