You call this a healer?

Even though Zhou Ming had already overestimated the impact of the "third place in the monthly exam with 800 points" incident, he still underestimated its influence.

These past few days, both on and off campus, have been making me a bit neurotic.

From morning till night, a bunch of reporters and members of privileged families were blocking the school gate. Even though they couldn't get Zhou Ming, they still came rain or shine. It seemed that if they couldn't have him, no one else could either. What if someone else succeeded if they didn't come?

They even tried various methods to contact Zhou Ming, such as having students from Baijiang College pass notes to him or bombarding him with messages.

Liang Bucheng's three roommates and classmates all became the "target of public criticism".

Even if Zhou Ming stayed in his dormitory and didn't go out, he still couldn't have peace and quiet.

He contacted his grandmother and mother, but neither of them had time to talk to him. It is said that he receives so many gifts every day that his hands are sore, and he doesn't have to pay them back or feel any guilt.

They even comforted Zhou Ming, saying: "We know what we're doing. You can take the benefits, but choosing sides and aligning with your family is your business."

Even more surprisingly, her biological father, Su Bingqian, took the initiative to contact her mother, Zhou Ying, who immediately hung up and blocked him, much to her delight.

Leaving aside family matters, the dorm room has been practically overflowing with love letters and challenge letters these past two days.

"This is insane!"

Zhou Ming sat cross-legged on the bed and opened the "challenge letters" one by one. Half of them were from senior students of his own school, and the other half were from other universities. They were all top 100 students in the monthly exams, and each one was sharper than the last, almost cursing.

The three people opposite Liang Bucheng looked at each other in bewilderment. We also wish we could be "crazy" like that.

Ma Liang pushed up his glasses: "Um... the Huang family asked me to ask you something. They have a 17-year-old daughter who's incredibly beautiful. She's already been tested and found to have top-tier sword-wielding potential, just waiting for her college entrance exam next year to awaken it. Do you have any thoughts about her?"

Seeing that Zhou Ming was about to curse, he quickly said, "Of course, I refused. I told you you're too eager to improve; you only think about cultivation!"

Zhou Ming shook his head: "You really need to help me research cultivation. I've hit a bottleneck."

"The Divine Eight Desolations Map" and "Hidden Dragon Abyss" are just one option; if they don't work, he'll have to try other paths.

In the morning, he went to the Vitality Observation Room, the Attribute Training Room, and so on, but it was no use. His gene strength and meridian strength completely surpassed those of these special training rooms.

After all, no amount of intense training can compare to the domineering and rapid power of directly "devouring" life force.

Liang Bucheng said, "You are indeed different from the other Orderers. If you can't take it, try the Divine Returning Origin Pill. This kind of thing is made by the alchemists of the Alchemy Hall, who use divine crystals and other medicinal materials to refine it themselves."

It is of great use to any Order Being. The pills are divided into nine levels. Level 1 Order Beings take Level 1 pills, Level 2 Order Beings take Level 2 pills, and they can directly raise their realm by a certain amount.

"But it's too expensive! A level one Divine Returning Origin Pill costs 30,000, and a level two costs 50,000. I only dare to take five level one pills a month, and that's 150,000 gone!"

"How much?" Zhou Ming was taken aback.

This thing should be somewhat similar to the divine power devoured by the "Godslayer," except that it requires refining the divine crystals and adding various medicinal herbs, and it can only increase a single realm by a small amount.

Liang Bucheng looked embarrassed: "Level 1 costs 30,000 each, Level 2 costs 50,000, Level 3 costs 80,000, and Level 4 costs 110,000. The high price is justified. The geniuses of the top three academies, the Extraordinary, Azure Dragon, and Black Tortoise, are all consuming it. Everyone wants to advance quickly, and they mainly rely on this stuff!"

Alternatively, to advance in cultivation level, one can choose to undergo surgery to carve a Yuan Qi array within their body, or purchase a top-grade divine source and surgically implant it near the heart, allowing it to circulate throughout the body via blood flow and sense the Yuan Qi. However, the cost is much higher, requiring millions or even tens of millions!

For the rest, we can only wait and see!

Zhou Ming frowned and touched the money in his pocket. In addition to the 30,000 yuan he had saved up before, there was also the school subsidy he received from selling to Liang Bucheng and several classmates in the past two days, totaling 32,000 yuan. It was still not enough to buy half a level three "Divine Returning Origin Pill".

As for Ah Liang and Li Lan, those two rogue assassins from the "Iron Blood Hall," they agreed to pay 50 to save their lives, but unfortunately, there has been no news of them since. They may have been set up. Indeed, when people are extremely short of money, they are prone to losing their accurate judgment.

Serious cultivation is actually this difficult!

No wonder Teacher Qin Moyu suggested that everyone take the path of unorthodox cultivation. Unorthodox cultivation is a quick way to make money; you can just focus on going down the wrong path!

The path of "drug-induced abortion" is not easy; you don't have the money!

It seems we can only look forward to tomorrow morning's "Divine Eight Desolations Map" and the "Hidden Dragon Abyss" afterwards.

……

dusk.

Outside the dormitory, an unexpected person came to see Zhou Ming—

Chen Guiqi, whose heart meridian was damaged after being beaten last time, was "bedridden" and unwilling to get up.

He had lost his former pride and swordsmanship, and now wore a slightly embarrassed expression, shirtless and carrying a vine on his back.

Zhou Ming looked him up and down: "Haoyue, your appearance...is something wrong?"

Chen Guiqi's lips twitched, and he had an urge to turn around and leave immediately. Who was he insulting? Who was Haoyue? I can't beat you. You got 800 points on the monthly exam. I'm here to apologize with a cane on my back, and you call me Haoyue?

But when she thought about it, she remembered her father Chen Yuanwu's sharp eyes and serious words: "Our family has a misunderstanding because of you and Zhou Ming. This misunderstanding must be cleared up. This person is no ordinary person."

Don't underestimate his identity as a healer. Without any resources to cultivate him, he quickly reached the level of a Level Two Order Master, and led a few useless roommates to defeat you five combat geniuses. Now he has scored 800 points in the monthly exam. He definitely has a secret. From some perspectives, he may be even more terrifying than Jin Wuzhu and Gou Hanyi's group.

Even if you consider things from a purely objective perspective, he's unlikely to be mediocre in the future. One should broaden one's path in life.

"Take what happened before, it was all done by your fifth uncle, and your fifth uncle is dead!"

Chen Guiqi looked completely bewildered: "Fifth Uncle has been dead for over ten years!"

Chen Yuanwu said angrily, "Since he's already dead, let's give him an explanation. Also, do everything we can to get him to come and visit my Chen family."

Thinking of this, Chen Guiqi suddenly pulled out the rattan cane and offered it with both hands: "Brother Ming..."

Before he could finish speaking, a clear, cold voice came from the side: "Dad!"

Chen Guiqi looked up sharply and saw Bai Muwan, dressed in white and looking dashing, appear out of nowhere. She looked at Zhou Ming with a resolute attitude, as if Zhou Ming were really her father.

I was shocked. Could something like this really be this complicated?

With a determined effort, he knelt down: "Grandfather, please accept my bow!"

Bai Muwan was also shocked: "Chen Guiqi, have you lost all sense of shame? Is it really worth it?"

Chen Guiqi smirked coldly: "Who can't roll their own sleeve? Can you outroll me?"

Zhou Ming glanced around and saw that more and more classmates were gathering. Although the two people in front of him could be extremely polite, he didn't want to be so high-profile as to be abnormal. His public image was still acceptable. He said in a low voice, "Just say what you want to say!"

Chen Guiqi put away the rattan cane and took out a delicate little bottle from his pocket: "There was a misunderstanding some time ago. It was my fifth uncle who caused you trouble. He is already dead. This is fifteen level three Divine Returning Origin Pills, worth 120 million. Please accept them as a token of my Chen family's sincerity in reconciling with you. Also, please come to the Chen family as a guest. We can talk things out and the matter will be over."

Bai Muwan sneered and took out two white jade porcelain bottles: "Zhou Ming, thirty Level 3 Divine Returning Origin Pills, worth 2.4 million. You must take them. This is from the Su family; it's your own. Uncle Su Xunzhong of the Su family asked me to pass on a message, saying that you've suffered these past years. There's no other meaning; we just want to compensate you!"

Zhou Ming ignored their conversation. How could I possibly kill you several times, give you something, and then let the matter drop? If I were already dead, would burning more paper money at your grave make it all over?

But staring at the Level 3 "Divine Returning Origin Pill" made my heart burn with desire. It was like a pillow being delivered when I was sleepy. I had been thinking about whether to buy one to try.

Thinking of this, he poured out one pill from each of their medicine pills, and a gray vortex appeared in his right palm, which he quietly "devoured".

[Realm Value +0.05%]

[Realm Value +0.05%]

His expression froze. It was useful, but not very useful. The "Divine Returning Origin Pill," which had been modified and had other herbs added, was far less effective than the one that could be directly absorbed by a true divine being!

Even if consuming 100 pills increases one's cultivation level by 5%, 2000 pills can advance one level, but that would require 1.6 million yuan. Who can afford that?

The path of "drug-induced abortion" is completely blocked!

Thinking this, he threw away the dregs of the medicine and said coldly, "I appreciate your kindness, but the medicine is fake. Please leave!"

He turned and went into the dormitory.

Bai Muwan and Chen Guiqi were left speechless in shock. Was the elixir fake?

……

The next day was cloudy.

Zhou Ming got up very early and rushed to the courtyard where the "Divine Eight Desolations Map" was located.

In a corner not far away, Lao Lü and several third-year students came out, silently watching his back, their faces showing a do-or-die attitude: "This kid left a message to provoke me yesterday, so I borrowed another 20 yuan this time, betting that he won't have an epiphany. I don't believe he can do anything!"

A third-year student asked with some concern, "Brother Lu, what if—I mean, what if—he actually succeeds?"

Old Lu looked up to the sky and sighed, "I have no way out!"