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Qingcheng No.1 Middle School.

After a day of classes, Zhu Ling walked out of the classroom and headed towards the practice room.

Along the way, many classmates were whispering among themselves.

"Zhu doesn't seem to be in a very high mood today..."

"Does a genius like her, who scores 680 points, also have worries?"

"Of course there are worries. Their goal is to reach 700 points, how can they compare to us, the academic underachievers stuck at 650?"

"Waaaaah... I only got 649 points on my first exam, and the school cafeteria won't even let me eat there, waaaaah..."

……

Zhu Ling didn't speak, nor did she pay attention to what her classmates were saying. Her eyes looked slightly tired.

Just thinking about what her father had said to her that morning made Zhu Ling feel a sharp pain in her heart.

The excellence of the Taiyi Divine Skill is beyond doubt. The Zhu family patriarch once relied on this move to lay the foundation for the entire Zhu family's success.

If I can fully master the Taiyi Divine Skill, the gates of the Immortal Dao University will surely open to me.

But now, Zhu's father is telling him that, so far, apart from the ancestor himself, no one has been able to master this technique to the sixth level.

Wouldn't that be telling yourself that all your efforts over the years have been in vain?

Zhu Ling cannot accept, nor does she want to accept, this fact!

With just over a year left until the college entrance examination, there was no turning back for her!

"Zhu Ling." A clear voice rang in her ears. Zhu Ling looked up and found that it was an acquaintance.

Wei Yuan took out a notebook and handed it to Zhu Ling, saying, "Take this."

Zhu Ling was somewhat surprised. She took the notebook from Wei Yuan and opened it.

It was covered with dense text, all of which was his understanding of the Guizhen Breathing Method, a fundamental exercise.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Ling looked confused.

Wei Yuan replied, "Your best friend contacted me. You're stuck with your Taiyi Divine Skill, right? This is my understanding of the Guizhen Breathing Method, which can help you quickly pass through the early and middle stages of the Guizhen Breathing Method. She hopes you can have another way out besides the Taiyi Divine Skill."

Zhu Lingdai frowned slightly and returned the notebook to him. "I appreciate your kindness, but you can take the notebook back. I want to get into Immortal Dao University based on my own abilities, not on other people's efforts."

"No," Wei Yuan forcefully shoved the notebook back at Zhu Ling, "You have to keep this!"

Wei Yuan's firm attitude surprised Zhu Ling. "Why?"

"Because your best friend paid the deposit, if you can't master the Guizhen Breathing Method, she won't give me the final payment!"

Zhu Ling: "..."

For a moment, Zhu Ling saw the shadow of another person in Wei Yuan.

The only difference was that one of them studied at No. 2 High School and the other at No. 1 High School. From the moment they entered different high schools, their futures were already diverging further and further apart.

"Anyway, I've already given you the things. Whether you learn them or not is your own business." After saying this, Wei Yuan left without giving Zhu Ling a chance to refuse.

Holding the somewhat worn notebook in her hand, Zhu Ling didn't know what to say, and a feeling of sadness welled up inside her.

At this time.

Her phone suddenly rang.

"I know~ I've always had a pair of invisible wings~ that carry me~ that give me hope~"

Hearing the reassuring ringtone, Zhu Ling listened for a few seconds before picking up the phone. After seeing Sima Yi's name, she answered the call.

"Feed?"

"%……￥%&……"

Zhu Ling hesitated for a second, glanced at her phone screen again, and only after confirming that it was Sima Yi calling did she ask, "What is it?"

"I said," Sima Yi's voice sounded strange, as if his face had been slapped and was swollen, "why didn't you come today?"

Zhu Ling rubbed her temples. "I already knew he was a fraud yesterday, so what am I doing here? Forget about him learning my family's 'Taiyi Divine Skill' in a day, what good would three days do him?"

Sima Yi: "But I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear?"

Zhu Ling hesitated slightly when she heard this. Could there be good news and bad news?

"What's the good news?"

Sima Yi said, "The good news is that Zhou Yu has really mastered the Taiyi Divine Skill. He demonstrated it in front of me, and the effect was exactly the same as when you used it before. I have already confirmed it with your best friend, Yangyang."

pat-

Wei Yuan's notebook fell to the ground, and Zhu Ling's brain completely shut down.

"What...what did you say?"

Sima Yi repeated what he had just said, "He has learned your family's Taiyi Divine Skill."

You...you've learned it?

Zhu Ling confirmed once again whether the caller was Sima Yi or Zhou Yu, who was making a scam call.

Did he really learn the Taiyi Divine Skill in just one day?

"Then..." Zhu Ling's voice trembled uncontrollably, "What, what's the bad news?"

"Bad news?" Sima Yi was stunned. "Isn't this bad news?"

"what?"

"He's learned all your family's ancestral martial arts techniques without spending a single penny, and now you'll have to pay him extra. Isn't that bad news?"

Zhu Ling: "..."

That seems to be the case.

However, none of this matters to Zhu Ling anymore.

The fact that Zhou Yu mastered the Taiyi Divine Skill in just one day is already incredibly impressive!

Previously, Zhu Ling had been wondering where Zhou Yu's confidence came from, but now it seems that he probably really does have talent in this area.

Perhaps it was because he had some other flaws that he was eliminated from No. 1 Middle School and ended up at No. 2 Middle School.

While the probability of a hidden gem being overlooked is small, it's not entirely impossible.

But since he can do things that others can't, is it possible for him to... cultivate the Taiyi Divine Skill to the sixth level?

Zhu Ling felt a tremor in her heart, but she had long since forgotten about everything else.

"You...you tell him to wait for me!" Zhu Ling hurriedly ran towards the school gate of No. 1 Middle School. "I'm coming right now! Please don't let him get away!"

"If he gets away, I'll strangle you today!"

Sima Yi paused for a moment, then said, "Hesitate."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Ling had only run a few dozen meters when she suddenly remembered something, turned back, picked up Wei Yuan's notebook from the ground, dusted it off, and stuffed it into her pocket.

"I almost forgot about you."

As Zhu Ling rushed off toward the school gate, Wei Yuan and Zhu Ling's best friend, who had been lying in ambush not far away, finally peeked out.

"I didn't expect your notebook to excite her so quickly," Zhu Ling's best friend said, taking out her phone and immediately transferring the final payment to Wei Yuan. "No wonder she's our school's renowned genius in the second year! She can still score over 600 even with one less subject. Imagine what she would do if she had to finish all the subjects!"

On the day of the opening exams, when Wei Yuan was taking his last exam, some unexpected events occurred at home. Because of his family's situation, he missed the last exam, resulting in a total score of just over 600.

Wei Yuan checked the balance payment and casually replied, "It's just that when No. 1 High School calculates the total score, they will give extra points based on other honors. In reality, I can't get such a high score, and I can't be considered a genius."

"If we're talking about geniuses, Qingcheng No. 7 Middle School next door is full of them, and there's also Sun Zhongmou from No. 2 Middle School. I heard that he scored over 700 points on the opening exam without even counting his extra points. If you count the extra points, it's even more terrifying. I have no comparison with them."

"You're too modest," Zhu Ling's best friend laughed. "If you participate in the competition, gain some honors, and get extra points, it'll be a piece of cake, right? Aren't you going to participate in the nearest spiritual energy competition?"

Wei Yuan shook his head and didn't answer anything. He just silently walked towards the training room.

Watching Wei Yuan's retreating figure, Zhu Ling's best friend sighed with a hint of helplessness.

"Is this what it means to be a genius through hard work?"

"He's so handsome, I like him so much."