Walking up the stairs to the top floor, Shen Qian was still deeply troubled.

After talking with Shi Dingyan and Liu Changqing, Shen Qian resolved many of his doubts, but even more doubts arose in his heart.

For example, in the end, Shi Dingyan never told Shen Qian why the Martial Arts Department tried to occupy that "gate".

Perhaps it's related to spiritual energy?

He boldly speculated before sinking in.

Assuming what Liu Changqing said is true, that all the spiritual energy in the world comes from these dimensions.

But this doesn't explain why they wanted to take the White Walker away.

Then there's the Ministry of Military Law, an institution that once dominated the pinnacle of power in China. In recent years, its presence has been extremely low, and even ordinary people have almost forgotten about it. Is it really going to decline, or is it still plotting something?

Shen Qian could foresee that his actions that day had, in a sense, completely put him and the Martial Arts Department on opposite sides.

But he did not regret it before he sank.

He wasn't a good person, but in life, there are always some bottom lines that cannot be compromised.

The roar of the weather regulation system's engine overhead made Chen Qian put aside his random thoughts and walk towards the edge of the tower.

He didn't intend to press the big boss for more information.

Clearly, what Shi Dingyan told him was what he could currently know or understand; as for anything else, there was no point in thinking about it further.

The tycoon, Gao, dressed in a long white suit, sat on the black sofa, resting his chin on his hand and gazing quietly at Jingcheng below, as always, as if he had never left.

Seeing that figure from behind, Shen Qian's heart, which had been in turmoil for some time, suddenly calmed down.

"Teacher!" He took a few quick steps, bowed respectfully, and stepped forward.

"Please sit down."

Gao Wenyuan waved his hand, and a table and chairs were added to his side. On the table, there was already a bottle of white milk.

"Your body hasn't recovered yet, so don't drink alcohol. Drink this instead," Gao Wenyuan said with a gentle smile.

Shen Qian unscrewed the energy drink on the table, took a sip, smacked his lips, and began to savor it.

"Don't overthink it, it's just a regular white cow." Gao Wenyuan said, seeing through Shen Qian's thoughts.

Chen Qian chuckled, put the white ox down, and asked the question that concerned him most.

"Teacher, the death energy within me..."

"Here."

With a wave of his hand, Gao Wenyuan created a round glass bottle on the table. The bottle was pitch black, with wisps of mist swirling around it, and even faint flashes of lightning, resembling a miniature thundercloud.

Upon seeing this, Chen Qian was overjoyed.

When he woke up, he found that the death energy in his body had disappeared, and he was a little worried at the time.

After all, while this death energy was the culprit that caused him to fall into a coma, from another perspective, it was also the purest form of vital energy, which he could completely absorb and assimilate little by little.

This is much faster than cultivating by circulating the Primordial Body Refining Technique on one's own.

Having such a strong foundation has a major drawback: Shen Qian needs countless times more spiritual energy for each advancement than ordinary people. This deathly energy is an unexpected bonus, a veritable cultivation gift for Shen Qian.

My teacher really understands me!

"Teacher, I have another small question."

Shen Qian tried circulating the remaining vital energy in his body before speaking.

"Why can't your primordial energy be transformed into death energy?" Gao Wenyuan asked with a faint smile.

Before sinking, I could only sigh that it was so easy to talk to the big shots; they basically knew what I wanted to ask without me even having to say anything.

Whether it's prophecy or mind-reading, Shen Qian doesn't know; all he needs to do is shout "Awesome!"

What Boss Gao said is indeed what Shen Qian wanted to ask.

Logically speaking, one's own vital energy should have the characteristics of both devouring and transforming. Since it has already absorbed the energy of the dead, it should also be able to transform it into energy of the dead.

This skill can create undead minions, which is quite useful on the battlefield.

Since his mental power became increasingly abnormal, Shen Qian has begun to approach the level of a great genius, so he can think of many things that he would never have thought of before in an instant.

"Please enlighten me, teacher."

“Spiritual energy is complex and diverse, yet it is one of the external forms of the ‘Dao.’ There are many kinds of Dao: wind, thunder, water, and fire are Dao; ice, frost, rain, and snow are also Dao; time is Dao; space is also Dao; and there is life and death, reincarnation…”

Gao Wenyuan said softly, "There are distinctions between great and small, high and low, in the Dao."

He suddenly realized the truth before he fell into the abyss.

"Does the teacher mean that life and death are fundamental truths, and therefore I cannot control them?"

"Your original energy possesses multiple characteristics, but it is still far from encompassing all of them."

Gao Wenyuan nodded, "Although you can't control the death energy for now, it can still plant a seed. When the time is right, it will blossom and bear fruit."

Shen Qian understood.

His vital energy encompasses many characteristics, but it still falls short of the elements present in the entire world.

But compared to others, he has an advantage that no one else has.

That is infinite possibilities.

"So what path will I take in the future?"

Shen Qian seemed to be asking a question, or perhaps talking to himself.

Gao Wenyuan did not answer.

"Teacher, about the results of the college entrance examination..." Shen Qian didn't continue to ask, but instead brought up what happened a few days ago.

"I already know."

Gao Wenyuan smiled faintly, interrupting Shen Qian, "Now that you've made your choice, just keep going."

"yes."

Shen Qian probably guessed that, given Big Boss Gao's personality, he wouldn't interfere with him on this kind of issue.

"Any other questions?"

"Teacher, do you know about the Hall of a Hundred Kings?"

As soon as Shen Qian uttered those words, even he was stunned.

Previously, due to some kind of unseen mental constraint, he was unable to share anything about the Hall of Hundred Kings with anyone, including the rules for getting a perfect score on the college entrance exam.

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