I logged into the God panel.

When I entered the classroom, the chubby boy Zhu Dafu was wailing.

"What's wrong with him?" Lu Daosheng asked in surprise.

"His mom just bought him a punching bag, and he's lost it," a classmate said cheerfully. "He's saying he's going to get a good beating when he gets back."

"Again?" Lu Daosheng was greatly surprised.

The classmate said:

"Yes, doesn't Xiaofang live next door to Zhu Dafu? She said Zhu Dafu got beaten up yesterday, and the homeroom teacher called his dad, but no one knows what he said."

Lu Daosheng shook his head and sat down with Li Qiuhua.

During morning reading, he slumped onto the desk, covered his head with the book, and the teacher in charge of the lesson still ignored him.

Lu Daosheng silently used Shen'en to observe the activities of Zhang Youwei and Dean Lin Shu'en of the Etheric Academy throughout the day.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; Zhang Youwei was as usual, but Lin Shuen had made some moves last night.

[On the first day of the month, at 21:32, a secret meeting was held with the High Priest of the Zhouguang Church in Donghai City to selectively report the incident involving the spiritual giant.]

[21:58, accompanied the high priest to the spirit world for inspection]

[22:40, Write an encounter report]

"He's not stupid."

Lu Daosheng murmured to himself, realizing that Lin Shu'en and Zhang Youwei weren't the only ones who had seen the 'Giant of the Spirit Realm,' but also Lu Yu and several other students.

There's no way to hide it; the best option is to report it honestly—simply conceal your conversation with the 'Spirit Giant' and the gift he bestowed upon you.

I'm feeling a bit sleepy again... My physical condition is still too weak.

Lu Daosheng simply buried his head and fiddled with the phone watch in his desk drawer, browsing the Dawn Meditation Method and studying it little by little.

"According to the meditation method, the second, third and fourth steps are essentially about condensing the [spiritual core], just like the [physical core] in the apprenticeship path."

Lu Daosheng touched his brow, where a phantom spiritual core lay quietly.

"The second step of the scholar's path, the priest, is divided into lower, middle, and upper levels, each condensing one to three spiritual cores."

"The third tier gathers four to six, the fourth tier gathers seven to nine..."

He gradually became immersed in meditation and tried to practice according to its teachings.

Visualize in your mind a dark night without light, followed by dawn, sunrise, and the first ray of light bursting forth from the distant horizon.

Under the guidance of meditation, the remaining spiritual energy within the body slowly rotates around the core of the spirit and gradually merges into it.

The core of its spirit is growing very slowly.

Perhaps it's because it's the first time cultivating, or perhaps the spiritual energy used is pure and flawless... or more likely, a combination of both.

When the lunch break bell rings.

【Spirit: 3.01】

It improved by 0.01, which is very slight, but only for one morning.

"No wonder..."

Lu Daosheng raised his head, looked at the noisy classroom, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

No wonder the extraordinary path in this world is so closely linked to the church; the ranks of scholars are directly equivalent to their positions within the church!

Spirituality.

The essence of everything lies in spirituality.

To cultivate oneself, one must possess spirituality. However, the spirituality in the spirit world is filled with madness and violence, and can only be absorbed through divine purification or divine protection!

This directly led to the ascension path of extraordinary individuals being completely controlled by the Church, or rather, by the gods after the Church!

Then why can I manipulate my spirituality?

Why do we feel a strange sense of attachment and belonging to ourselves, even to the spiritual realm?

Lu Daosheng subconsciously opened the panel and stared at the first line of text on it.

【God:???】

"God's panel..." Lu Daosheng murmured to himself.

"Lu Daosheng! Lu Daosheng!" Li Qiuhua's eyes lit up. "How about we have lunch together?"

"Sure," Lu Daosheng said casually, pondering who to give the last Divine Grace spot to.

For Li Qiuhua?

Or should we find an opportunity to secretly inquire about the movements of the Knight Commander and the High Priest?

Or perhaps show it to your parents and see what their secret is?

Of course, you can also choose a genius who is in a period of rapid growth, or a person who is about to break through or advance in their career.

That kind of efficiency is the fastest.

Lu Daosheng had a rough plan in mind: some of the gifts could be bestowed by him under a false identity, creating "believers" who could be cultivated and nurtured over the long term.

Some of these favors can be bestowed discreetly and recouped quickly.

even.....

You can set a price for divine grace.

But that's a matter for the future.

After much deliberation, Lu Daosheng finally gave up the idea of ​​bestowing favors upon his parents or Lu Yu.

When Zhang Youwei was stripped of his grace, it was as if he had been subjected to torture. Before understanding the side effects of stripping away the grace, Lu Daosheng did not plan to use it on his family.

While deep in thought,

Lu Daosheng followed Li Qiuhua, squeezing through the surging crowd, and entered the canteen.

It was summer, and the cafeteria was stuffy and poorly ventilated. The pungent smell of sweat made people dizzy and lightheaded.

After finally getting their food, the two found a corner and sat down.

"Knock knock knock!"

Someone tapped on the table.

Lu Daosheng and Li Qiuhua glanced sideways and saw a young man with three bars hanging from his arms.

"You're Lu Daosheng?"

The newcomer looked down at the boy in front of him:

"I am Gao Yuanliang, the class representative."

The term "学委" (xuéwěi) is short for Student Committee, similar to the student council in the past or the Young Pioneers brigade in elementary school.

Lu Daosheng was somewhat puzzled:

Do I know you?

Gao Yuanliang's still-childish face revealed an air of premature maturity:

"You don't need to know me, you just need to know who I am."

He said in a measured tone:

"Yangguang Elementary School has nine classes in each grade from first to sixth grade, for a total of fifty-four classes. That means there are fifty-four of us competing for three spots."

Hearing this, Lu Daosheng roughly understood. Three spots... spots for the Aether Academy?

Gao Yuanliang tapped the table with his finger again, attracting the curious glances of some students.

"I won't say more. You know what I mean. Come to the student representative's office after you finish eating."

He glanced at Li Qiuhua subconsciously, straightened his back even more, turned around and left with a smug look on his face, leaving Lu Daosheng and Li Qiuhua looking at each other in bewilderment.

half an hour.

"Is he sick?" Li Qiuhua managed to utter.

"No, no, let's eat." Lu Daosheng shrugged.

…………

Nothing particularly special happened in the afternoon either.

school.

As Lu Daosheng expected, before they even left the school gate, the boy named Gao Yuanliang came looking for them in a huff.

"I sat in the student council president's office for an hour."

He emphasized the words "class monitor," even though he wasn't even in the second year of middle school yet, he spoke in a way that reflected that:

"I'll wait for you in the alley behind the milk tea shop near the school gate. I'll give you time to call everyone you can."

This student council president wasn't worried about "telling on the teacher," as most boys considered it a disgrace.

Even if they are blocked at the school gate or bullied on campus, very few people will report it.

Looking through the school fence, Lu Daosheng could see a dozen or so teenagers standing at the entrance of the alley next to the milk tea shop, some of whom were riding small electric bikes and talking loudly.

"What do you want to do!"

Li Qiuhua stood angrily in front of Lu Daosheng, glaring at him:

"I'm going to tell the teacher!"

"Tell the teacher?"

Gao Yuanliang and the several sixth-grade students beside him laughed. One of the students said:

"Gao Yuanliang's father is a member of the school's board of directors!"

Li Qiuhua was completely bewildered:

What is a board member?

"It's bigger than the principal!"

Li Qiuhua was stunned for a moment, while Lu Daosheng, who was standing to the side, wanted to cover his face. These little brats... were quite interesting.

"Alright then," he sighed, "I'll call some people too."

Gao Yuanliang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"You have twenty minutes. Hopefully your men will arrive quickly enough."

He tapped Lu Daosheng's shoulder forcefully, then turned and left with his men.

After they walked away, the students who had been watching swarmed around them.

"Lu Daosheng, you're going to get a beating!" the chubby boy yelled. "It's no use telling the teacher this time, his dad's on the school board! You guys should try to escape through the back door!"

"Trying to escape through the back door won't work!" one student retorted. "There must be someone blocking the back door too."

"And that's Gao Yuanliang, the top dog in sixth grade. He can hide today, but he can't hide tomorrow... Lu Daosheng, you should apologize to them."

Li Qiuhua, standing to the side, was also visibly nervous and flustered. She tugged at Lu Daosheng's sleeve and whispered:

"Who should we call...? Should we call Father Father and Uncle Knight Commander?"

Lu Daosheng glanced at the girl, somewhat speechless.

He sighed:

"Just wait and see."

talking.

Lu Daosheng turned on his phone watch and made a call.

"Hello, Southern District Police Station."

The operator's voice came through the watch.

Lu Daosheng calmly said:

"Across the alley from Sunshine Elementary School, a large gang of armed individuals has gathered..."

Amidst bewildered stares, Lu Daosheng put down his watch.

ten minutes.

It took less than ten minutes.

The sound of police sirens came rushing in from afar, and chaos erupted at the school gate.

"The police responded quite quickly," Lu Daosheng remarked, pulling Li Qiuhua along as they walked out of the school gate in a grand manner.

"I called the police!" he shouted at a female police officer who was holding a blond-haired teenager.

The blond-haired guy raised his head, his eyes blazing with fury—he was the same young man who had just received a devastating elbow to the liver yesterday.

The policewoman glanced sideways in surprise, saw a handsome and cute boy, and smiled gently:

"That's great, kid! Next time you encounter something like this, you should do it this way too..."

"Shouldn't I be going to the police station to give a statement?" Lu Daosheng interrupted, his eyelids slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

The officers were taken aback and looked at each other in disbelief.

"Let's go then," the policewoman finally managed to say after a long pause.