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A corner of the training ground.

Zhao Tieshan's burly body was like an iron tower. He stood in front of Zhou Ran with his arms crossed, exuding a strong sense of oppression. His broad shadow almost enveloped his entire body.

"I remember you performed the Thirty-Six Forms of Enlightenment terribly before, but that last run was practically perfect. How did you improve so much?"

"I suddenly had an epiphany after escaping death," Zhou Ran explained truthfully.

A narrow escape from death?

Zhao Tieshan was slightly taken aback, then said, "Tell me in detail."

Zhou Ran briefly recounted the strange events he encountered last night, stating that after teetering on the brink of death, he had a very clear feeling of "waking up," after which his understanding of the cultivation technique began to advance by leaps and bounds.

After listening, Zhao Tieshan fell silent. As a former soldier, he had seen too many cases of people teetering on the edge of life and death. Some became timid and hesitant afterward, while others broke free from their cocoons and transformed themselves.

Enlightenment between life and death is not a rare thing. He himself had experienced it and knew the feeling of sudden enlightenment after surviving a calamity. Therefore, he did not doubt Zhou Ran's statement.

"I see."

Zhao Tieshan nodded, said nothing more, and waved for Zhou Ran to return to the team and continue his training.

Zhou Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that getting others to accept his suddenly emerging talent wasn't a difficult task.

Enlightenment is a mysterious and enigmatic thing. No one but the person experiencing it knows what it is. As long as it makes sense, no one will delve into it.

It is quite reasonable to gain enlightenment under the pressure of death brought about by the eerie.

"I've already shown my talent, and people should be coming to me soon," Zhou Ran thought to himself as he plotted his money-making scheme.

The method is simple—tutor your classmates!

For most people, learning martial arts techniques is too difficult and requires a teacher. However, class time is limited, and students often have to leave before they fully understand the techniques. As a result, after-school tutoring institutions have emerged, and many people seek extra guidance after school.

Those top students from wealthy families even hire famous tutors for one-on-one private lessons in order to seize every minute and widen the gap with others.

Zhou Ran is certainly not as good as a famous teacher, and top students probably wouldn't even look at him, but for ordinary students, spending a little money to find a top student who has turned his life around to tutor them is extremely cost-effective.

He just demonstrated an impeccable set of the Thirty-Six Opening Techniques in front of the whole class. This firsthand experience is more convincing than any other guy.

This is also why he deliberately put on a high profile—to show off his strength and wait for people to come to him.

……

As soon as get out of class ended, someone called out to Zhou Ran.

"Dude, don't leave after school."

Zhou Ran turned his head to look.

The girl was named Song Ci. She had short, neat hair that reached her ears, a clear and aloof face, a sharp and defined jawline, fair skin, and a tall figure. She exuded a cool and sassy aura when she stood in the crowd.

The next second, a dense array of destiny-related terms appeared.

[Song Dynasty Porcelain], [Sixth Level of Enlightenment], [Elite Child], [Ranked 135th in Grade], [Cat Lover], [Motorcycle Fanatic], [Straightforward and Unrestrained], [Warm-hearted], [Cultivation Dilemma (Gold)]...

So, they're all children of elites right from the start... Zhou Ran felt a little pressured. She had originally planned to practice with ordinary classmates first, but it was fine, poor people don't make much money anyway, so she'd just take whoever has the money.

"I think you're pretty good at the Thirty-Six Forms of Enlightenment. How about you give me some extra lessons tonight? I'll give you five hundred for an hour," Song Ci said bluntly as she walked over. She was the same height as Zhou Ran.

"Two thousand," Zhou Ran replied.

Song Ci laughed in exasperation: "Brother, are you kidding me? Two thousand an hour? I'm looking for guidance, not soliciting prostitution! And even if I were soliciting prostitution, you wouldn't be worth that price!"

"I'm still a minor, don't say such dark things to me."

Zhou Ran shrugged: "My prices are 80% cheaper than those tutors at those tutoring institutions. It's definitely great value for money. You should know that."

Song Ci had a cold, expressionless face.

He thought to himself that this guy was indeed something special. As a bottom-ranked student, he was not only not nervous when talking to him, but he also bargained with him with great confidence. It seemed that he was really going to make it big.

That set of thirty-six techniques for opening the mind was indeed top-notch and impeccable.

"1500. I don't have much pocket money either. If you're really capable, we can discuss the price further."

"Okay." Zhou Ran decided to stop while he was ahead; his immediate priority was to build a reputation.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you. By the way, how did you suddenly become so skilled?"

Song Ci remembered everyone in the class. Zhou Ran used to be dull and introverted, with the worst grades, and practically invisible. But overnight, he changed completely, and the reason behind it was really intriguing.

Zhou Ran explained it again.

After hearing this, Song Ci was filled with disbelief. This guy actually survived the bizarre incident? No wonder he has changed so much.

She had a distant cousin who had experienced strange events.

That cousin was once a promising young man with a bright future, but after that incident, he became despondent and spent his days in a daze, talking nonsense. A few years ago, he committed suicide at night.

But no one blamed him, because the bizarre events his cousin experienced were extremely strange and terrifying. Several senior agents from the Sky Ring Federation's Response Bureau died one after another. No one dared to say that they would not be left with any psychological trauma after experiencing that.

The experiences of her relatives, coupled with the influence she had grown up with, instilled in Song Ci a deep sense of awe for strange events; she knew all too well how terrifying those things could be.

Therefore, Song Ci couldn't help but feel a sense of sincere admiration for the young man in front of her who not only survived but also transformed himself.

"You're talking about tutoring, right?"

Just then, a boy approached Zhou Ran and said, "I'd like to have some tutoring with you. How much does it cost per hour?"

"I'm busy today, and tomorrow..." Zhou Ran glanced at Song Ci, "I probably won't be free either."

"You're quite confident in yourself." Song Ci laughed. This guy is already thinking about renewing his subscription before the course even starts?

"You'll know once you experience it tonight."

"Okay, see you tonight. I look forward to your performance." Song Ci walked away without looking back.

The boy looked left and right, his expression gradually becoming strange: "You guys are talking about tutoring, right?"

Why does this sound like they're arranging a dual cultivation session?

……

School ends at 9 p.m.

Song Ci led Zhou Ran to a members-only training room outside the school.

The practice room is about forty square meters in size. Several calligraphy works are hung on the walls, with words like "stillness," "concentration," and "enlightenment" written on them. A faint scent of pine is permeating the air, and the atmosphere is Zen-like.

The floor is covered with a special cushioning mat, and the overall sound insulation is very good; you can't hear anything from the next room.

Song Ci casually tossed her schoolbag aside and turned to Zhou Ran: "How should I teach her?"

"You type it out first, and I'll take a look."

"it is good."

Song Ci walked to the center of the room, took a deep breath, lowered his waist and dismounted, and began to perform the Thirty-Six Forms of Enlightenment.

Her movements were clean and crisp, demonstrating a very solid foundation. Even top students of the same level couldn't find any fault with her.

However, under the influence of the "Exquisite Heart," Zhou Ran's mastery of the Thirty-Six Apertures has reached or even surpassed Zhao Tieshan's level. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he has reached a state of perfection, and he can see the crux of the problem with Song porcelain at a glance.

Soon, Song Ci finished his performance, a slight sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"How is it?"

"If it's out of ten, I can only give it four points." Zhou Ran gave a sharp comment, but this is still considered high level in the school. Ordinary students wouldn't even get two points.

"Four points?"

Song Ci raised an eyebrow, somewhat unconvinced: "I suspect you're bluffing me. If you can't give me a straight answer, I won't let you continue with the tutoring."

Zhou Ran didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "When you were performing the seventeenth move, 'Qi Guan Chang Hong,' did you always feel like something was missing?"

The Song porcelain's expression shifted slightly.

"The power point of the seventeenth move, Qi Guan Chang Hong, is on the soles of your feet, but at that time your whole body is tense. The power travels from the soles of your feet all the way up to your waist and hips, but half of it dissipates by the time it reaches your fists, and only a fraction remains. Naturally, your blood and qi cannot circulate."

Zhou Ran continued to explain and stepped forward to demonstrate the body state when exerting force, showing a relaxed and natural state with the power flowing smoothly.

Song Ci hurriedly tried it out, and sure enough, the mistake was corrected immediately.

Unbelievable.

A wave of disbelief washed over her. The cultivation problem that had troubled her for so long had actually been solved by Zhou Ran so incisively!

"Let's continue. This time I'll correct some of your posture mistakes," Zhou Ran said.

This time, Song Ci was truly impressed and made some adjustments before starting again.

"Give your lower back some extra strength."

"Lift your legs higher, even higher."

"Put more force into it... Yes, that's the feeling."

Under Zhou Ran's guidance, Song Ci continuously adjusted the movements of her Thirty-Six Opening Forms, becoming more and more fluid with each strike. Her Qi and blood flowed like a river with all its knots untied.

After a long while, the drill ended and the exercise concluded.

Song Ci's wisps of hair on his forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to his temples. His chest heaved with rapid breathing, and his cool face was flushed with the rosy glow of exercise. His eyes and brows were filled with excitement, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

She felt as if she had been revitalized, with every pore on her body radiating indescribable comfort.

Clearly, this set of thirty-six techniques for unlocking the mind is remarkably effective.

Song Ci was extremely satisfied with this, and Zhou Ran was equally satisfied.

You have successfully resolved the golden incident.

[Life Mark +5]

Five life lines!

"Collecting one hundred life runes allows you to draw an entry, and I've already obtained five. It doesn't seem that difficult."

"As expected, tutoring was the right thing to do. It can earn money and also increase life lines, killing two birds with one stone."

Zhou Ran remembered that many of his classmates had the golden event tag "[Cultivation Dilemma]", and perhaps he would soon be able to collect one hundred life runes for a second lottery draw.

Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help but feel a little more expectant.

Coming to his senses, Zhou Ran glanced at the clock on the wall and reminded him:

"It's almost time, shall we extend the time?"

"add."

Song Ci nodded without hesitation. Such a top-notch private coach was a rare find, not to mention that he was incredibly cheap.

1,500 per hour...

It's practically charity work; the price-performance ratio is incredible.

Feeling a little guilty about the low price, Song Ci said, "I admit you're really skilled. How about this, we'll raise it to three thousand yuan per hour, including what we just did."

"Thank you, boss! You're so generous!" Zhou Ran beamed.

I finally made money!

……

Two hours later.

Song Ci was still enjoying himself, but Zhou Ran was already too tired to stay awake any longer and was about to fall asleep.

After all, he had only slept for two or three hours since last night and had practiced the Thirty-Six Opening Forms so many times that his body had long since reached its limit.

Seeing this, Song Ci decided not to continue. She took out her phone from her pocket and transferred today's tutoring fee.

[Master Tuanzi: Transfer 10000.00]

"The extra thousand is a tip."

She then pointed to the ceiling: "There's a lounge upstairs. I'll get you a room; you can go and sleep there."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Zhou Ran was indeed too tired to even exchange pleasantries. He yawned and walked out, where he was led by a staff member to his room upstairs.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Song Ci's eyes flickered.

This child possesses astonishing talent, terrifyingly so; he must not be offended, and we must befriend him.

"He owes 500,000 in loans. It's only a matter of time before he can pay it off. Even if I wanted to pay it off in full, he probably wouldn't accept it. Besides, giving him money directly would be too stupid and would make him feel like he's being given charity."

"The best way is to make him feel that he deserves all of this, such as tutoring."

Song Ci gradually got a better understanding of the situation.

"Take advantage of this period to tutor him more, give him more tips, and introduce him to clients and connections. Before long, you'll get closer to him."

As the offspring of elites, Song Ci deeply understands one principle.

When people are powerful, they often easily forget the favors others give them, as if it were their due; but when they are weak, even the smallest act of help will be etched in their hearts and unforgettable.