The process of deification began with the discovery of hidden information in divine objects.

When children are away from home, they usually only report good news and not bad news. This can put their families at ease and bring them more joy. Sometimes, a white lie can become a mental barrier.

More importantly, Su Ziye felt that since she had these eyes, she could definitely seize this opportunity.

Once he actually achieved his goal, the lie became the truth. More than anything, he wanted to shoulder the pressure himself. His mother was old, his younger brother was still young, and he could handle the burden of this family.

The next day, Su Ziye spent a peaceful day at school, without any major incidents. He spent more time learning about the situation in the world.

Luochuan City has four districts, located in the southeast, northwest, and southwest, with one university in each district.

The Ministry of Education's hard target is that each school must send ten students to junior colleges every year. If the target is not met, the management will be dismissed and a new batch of people will be brought in from above.

There are twelve regular classes and three elite classes in the senior year of high school. However, the Ministry of Education's quotas must be met, so the elite classes are excluded. Most of the students in the elite classes come from the three major families in the southern district.

They were merely using the school as a platform to take the exam; their training methods remained the same as those used within their own clans. Due to the local bullies' intimidating power, the school had no choice but to lend the two divine artifacts to the students in the aristocratic class.

In the previous graduating class, more than half of the students in the elite class had been baptized by the school's sacred objects, and one-third of the students had been baptized by two sacred objects.

In the regular class, fewer than fifty people qualified, and only three people received the baptism of the two divine objects.

This year, as the divine nature of the divine object gradually diminishes, this opportunity will likely become even scarcer.

"The tactics of capital..."

After understanding the situation, Su Ziye couldn't help but exclaim, "That's too ruthless!"

If there was such a thing as starting from scratch in a past life, this life truly illustrates what it means to be born from amniotic fluid—the biggest dividing line.

"Su Ziye, come out for a moment."

During break, Xu Lu stood at the classroom door and waved to Su Ziye.

Su Ziye frowned.

"Midnight, does your homeroom teacher have a crush on you?"

Zhang Fengmian said softly from behind.

"Not bad, you really know how to pick. The school beauty is too inexperienced; a mature woman is much better."

"I will tell Teacher Xu exactly what you said."

Su Ziye stood up expressionlessly.

Zhang Fengmian's pleading came from behind.

"Father, I was wrong!"

Xu Lu arrived at the office.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

She sat down at her workstation, turned to the side, and crossed her legs.

The black stockings overlapped, the edges digging slightly into the skin, revealing a hint of delicate flesh color.

Su Ziye glanced at it quickly twice, then looked away.

A gentleman is attracted to beauty but not to lewdness; appreciating beauty is a human instinct.

A quick glance is polite, but staring is harassment.

"Judging from yesterday's test results, your divine enhancement is extraordinary. Currently, there is no medicine that can produce this level of effect, at least not in the Southern District, and even if there were, you couldn't afford it."

"Therefore, I suspect that you, Su Ziye, may possess a hidden divinity that has yet to be awakened."

"Are you sure you haven't used any potions to enhance your divinity?"

Su Ziye shook his head.

His family even has trouble getting food.

"That's it. To bring out this hidden divinity, a unique medium is needed, so you'd better use a potion to see if you can draw out your divinity."

"Teacher...is it possible that it's not that I don't want to, but that I simply can't afford it?"

"I know, that's why I prepared it for you."

Su Ziye: "???"

A just and upright official!

Holy Mary!

Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea!

Don't look at me like that.

Xu Lu frowned. Su Ziye's gaze towards her had the kind of fanaticism one would show for a priceless treasure, making her feel strange all over.

"This was a decision I made after discussing it with Teacher Wang Yiwei. We also pooled our money to buy this Chosen One No. 5 potion."

"You know the school is having a tough year, so if you really have hidden divine abilities and we discover a little genius, we can get a reward from the school. Your theoretical grades are good, and if your divine abilities can reach sixty and you get a chance to be baptized by a divine object, you might really have a chance to become a dark horse."

"What if there isn't one?"

Su Ziye countered with a question.

"There is no such thing as a 100% high return on investment in the world, right? It's normal to have both wins and losses."

"Thank you, teacher."

"It's alright, just take this medicine right here."

He took out a glass vial from the drawer; the liquid inside resembled congealed blood, gleaming a dark reddish luster under the fluorescent light.

One dose of God's Chosen No. 5 costs 50,000 yuan and is produced by Shenhui Technology, the largest biopharmaceutical company in China.

Zhang Fengmian had taken this product before, which could help students break through the bottleneck of divinity.

"Just drink it straight; it doesn't taste very good, but bear with it."

Xu Lu handed her a glass of water.

Su Ziye pulled out the cork, and a pungent, spicy smell wafted out.

He tilted his head back and poured the medicine down his throat.

Bitter, hot, scalding, as if swallowing a ball of fire that burned from the throat to the stomach, reminding Su Ziye of being forced to drink strong liquor at a dinner table in his previous life. His stomach convulsed, his body felt hot, and his face was as red as a branding iron.

This state is like throwing a person into a fire, burning inside and out, with all the muscles in the body starting to tremble slightly.

Su Ziye sat in the chair, gripping the handle tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably, as if she had epilepsy.

"This is a normal reaction. It stimulates the muscles and acupoints, tapping into the body's inner potential. It will pass in half an hour."

Xu Lu reminded her.

Half an hour later, the heat slowly subsided, and Su Ziye was covered in sweat. His school uniform shirt was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body. He awkwardly covered his chest.

She's showing her nipples.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Lu asked.

"I feel...warm all over."

"Let me see."

As she spoke, Xu Lu pushed Su Ziye's arm away and placed her palm on his chest.

Her hands were icy cold, which immediately calmed Su Ziye, who was feeling feverish.

After a moment, Xu Lu withdrew her hand and looked into his eyes.

"How is it?"

"Thirty-five, no change. It seems he wasn't hiding his divinity."

Her face was full of regret.

"Is that so..."

Su Ziye wasn't surprised. He was originally immune to divinity. If it weren't for that stubborn rock tainted with the traces of immortal energy from the Nuwa Stone, he would still have eight points of divinity.

"So this investment...was a failure?"

Su Ziye asked tentatively.

"Um."

"It's okay, don't look at me like that, I won't eat you."

Xu Lu waved her hand dismissively.

"If you fail, you have to accept it. We can't expect you to give up."

She smiled gently.

"Alright, you can go back to class now."

Su Ziye nodded, then paused in his steps.

"Thank you, teacher."

But as he was about to step out of the office, he paused for a moment.

He felt a tingling sensation from the piece of lightning-struck wood in his pocket and quickly took it out.

The lightning-struck wood, which originally had a pale blue luster, was now filled with golden light in his eyes, wreathed in dancing arcs of electricity, like a lightning crystal.

Su Ziye's eyes widened.

"This means... Zilin succeeded?"

He immediately put away the lightning-struck wood, but chuckled softly.

"Teacher, maybe... there will be some unexpected surprises? Let's look forward to it."

After saying that, he walked out of the office. Xu Lu sat down in her seat and frowned.

An unexpected surprise? She shook her head, not caring. Success is success, and failure is failure.

She took it as just a naive declaration from a young boy.