Trade with Noel?
Yan Jue understood Pan Wencheng's idea. The question was, "What can we trade with Noel?"
The transaction must be a two-way deal. Yan Jue is not so shameless as to get something for free from the cub.
Pan Wencheng and the others naturally didn't have any. He explained, "This is just an idea for now. If a deal is to be made, Noel will definitely be the one in charge, and his opinions will be the primary ones. As Noel's closest person, the higher-ups want you to test his hand first."
"If he agrees, that would be great. If not, we won't be disappointed. We can just buy it in the game store."
There is a way to save points right in front of them, so they will definitely give it a try. If it doesn't work, they can try other options.
Yan Jue simply nodded: "No problem."
"Thank you for your hard work." Pan Wencheng stood up. "I still have something to tell Taotao. You should get some rest. I heard that you were scared by the gifts you received this time. Try watching more movies and variety shows. Don't give yourself nightmares again tonight."
Before leaving, he did not forget to tease him. Yan Jue had no choice but to send this dark-minded Director Pan out the door.
At night, maybe because he hadn't watched enough variety shows or because Director Pan's bad luck was too great, he had nightmares several times about being dragged into the water by a giant octopus. He woke up from his sleep several times, and finally, seeing that it was getting light outside, he simply turned on the light and started watching a random cartoon to relieve the chill brought by the nightmare.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Yan Jue got out of bed and opened the door in confusion.
"Brother Zhou?" He was surprised: "What's the matter so early?"
Zhou Taotao looked him up and down and replied, "I saw the light in your room was on, so I came to check on you. Did you have a nightmare? You have dark circles under your eyes."
Yan Jue smiled bitterly: "Stop teasing me. Brother Zhou, are you going out?"
"Well, I have a mission, so I might not be back for a while." Zhou Taotao scratched his head. "I was planning to leave right away, but I didn't expect to be able to say goodbye to you."
At this time in the past, Yan Jue would still be sleeping.
Yan Jue didn't ask any more questions. After saying a few words like "Have a safe trip and the mission is successful", he watched Zhou Taotao leave.
After dinner, he went into the confidential room early to play mini-games. When Pan Wencheng came, he saw the dark circles under his eyes and asked him with concern if he wanted to get psychological counseling.
"They are all top psychologists. You can also ask them for advice on how to improve your mental endurance. Constantly having trouble sleeping is bad for your health."
"My mental endurance isn't that bad..." Yan Jue said politely, "A normal person wouldn't be scared when seeing a monster."
It's just a nightmare, which should be the mildest sequelae.
Pan Wencheng didn't force him. "Okay, the expert is always available. Just tell me if you want to go."
After thanking him, Yan Jue turned his attention back to the game. However, perhaps because he didn't sleep well last night and couldn't concentrate, he hadn't earned a single point since he started playing, whether it was Candy Crush or Parkour.
The more he lost, the angrier he became, and his patience began to break down. Yan Jue simply turned a blind eye and opened the student file to see if Zhuo Feng's favorability had changed.
The page turned and he exclaimed, "Zero?"
Pan Wencheng looked up and asked, "What zero?"
Yan Jue turned the screen to face Pan Wencheng: "Favorability, Zhuo Feng's favorability has dropped to zero!"
When we separated yesterday, it was still minus 80. What happened that it suddenly became zero?
Zhuo Feng, excusing himself from exhaustion, returned to the dorm and sat in his den, lost in thought. His three tails swung gently back and forth behind him. He didn't know how long they swung before the tips suddenly stopped and then relaxed, coiling around his feet.
Zhuo Feng stepped on his tail with his two front paws and said hesitantly to the air in front of him, "Teacher 91, can I give you a gift?"
"Yes." A cold, mechanical male voice sounded, "Please choose your partner."
Zhuo Feng replied immediately: "Noel."
He wasn't familiar with Teacher Yan or anything like that, and besides, what kind of gifts did a grown man like him want!
"Okay, please choose."
As soon as he finished speaking, many densely packed small grids suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Feng's eyes. The grids were not even as big as a palm, but each grid was filled with items from the Tianchen Continent that he had seen or not seen before.
Zhuo Feng's pupils shrank as he looked at the spiritual herbs and elixirs he had always dreamed of possessing. His breathing quickened for no reason. "I can choose any of these?"
He still had some sense and didn't forget his excuse: "Noel, Noel, will there be any problem if he eats it?"
"Please choose items that are within your cultivation level. Anything beyond that is unacceptable."
"I will pre-process all items sent to other dimensions, please rest assured, students."
"Within the range of your cultivation?" Zhuo Feng calmed down and asked tentatively, "Why? I'm not going to use the gift myself, so why can't I choose a higher level?"
"The items selected by the students all come from the Tianchen Continent. According to the rules, I cannot enter the students' location or other planes without permission. Therefore, when obtaining these items, I will copy the students' aura and cultivation level. I cannot use power beyond the students' cultivation level."
91 added, "Whether in reality or kindergarten, items obtained from me in the student's own plane cannot be used by the student himself and can only be given as gifts."
Zhuo Feng was silent for a long time. He stared at a pill in a certain box and asked persistently, "Really? You should know my injuries. I can't heal them myself, and the infirmary can't either. No matter what the kindergarten did to temporarily suppress them, I could die in the blink of an eye the moment I returned to reality. Do they allow us to stay here forever?"
Is this magical kindergarten a charity? They don't ask for anything, yet they're offering a life for free? Where in the world could such a good deal exist? Zhuo Feng doesn't believe it!
He firmly believed that the kindergarten must have a purpose, and that it would not keep a student until he died. Therefore, there must be a solution to his injury.
This time, 91 didn't answer immediately. Instead, he paused for three seconds before saying, "The elixirs on Tianchen Continent can't cure your injuries. Only I can."
"Treatment methods cannot be disclosed. Please be patient. Also, students still have to face reality in their final destination. Kindergarten is just a place to rest. Students are not allowed to stay there permanently."
Zhuo Feng stared intently at the floating page in front of him, emphasizing each word. "How do you know it can't be cured? If low-level elixirs don't work, there are still divine-level elixirs. Once I reach a sufficient level of cultivation, I'll find a way to obtain them."
“Not allowing students to purchase this rule is totally unreasonable!”
That bottle of Spiritual Transformation Pill was something he couldn't possibly obtain in reality, given his status. Now, in kindergarten, he finally saw hope, only to be told it wasn't hope at all, that his life was still firmly tied to the illusive Teacher 91. He didn't believe there was no cure elsewhere.
"What do you want from me? I can exchange anything I have with you."
91 didn't seem angry at Zhuo Feng's aggressiveness. He continued in his calm voice, slowly recounting, "The three-tailed fox demon Zhuo Feng, while fleeing the Qingfeng Sect, stole a 50,000-year-old purple blood ganoderma that the sect leader's direct disciple had found."
Ordinary purple blood ganoderma can increase the spiritual energy in the body after swallowing, and the ones that are old can improve the cultivation level. It is said that the 50,000-year-old purple blood ganoderma can improve the quality of spiritual roots.
"With your level of cultivation, swallowing a drop of purple blood dew wouldn't cause any accidents, but you're incredibly lucky. With just this one drop, you were able to awaken the bloodline in your body."
"And then?" Zhuo Feng said in a deep voice, "The Spiritual Transformation Pill can dissolve all the spiritual energy contained in the body that doesn't belong to me. Even if I don't want this bloodline, what can I do? As long as the Purple Blood Dew is removed from my body, I will be saved. Even if I lose my cultivation, I can still rebuild it."
The purple blood dew stimulated his blood, and as long as the purple blood dew was no longer influencing him, he would not continue to awaken. He was sure to get hurt, but he was not afraid.
"The bloodline awakening process is extremely painful. Not only must you endure the physical pain, but your original blood and bones will also be transformed bit by bit." 91 ignored Zhuo Feng's question and continued to describe Zhuo Feng's experience. "You endured for two days. Only one day is left, and you will succeed."
"Unfortunately, you're not lucky enough."
"People from the Qingfeng Sect have discovered you. The pain you felt at the end of your memory wasn't all from your bloodline awakening, but more from your soul being shattered."
"So I said, only I can heal you."
91 finished speaking and repeated calmly: "Please ask the students to choose the gift to give."
Zhuo Feng could no longer hear what 91 was saying. How could he utter any questions when he couldn't even make a sound?
The game didn't have any kind of replay function. If Yan Jue wanted to know what happened after he left yesterday, he could only ask the children. But now Noel was still in Atlantis, and only Zhuo Feng was in the back mountain. Did he have to ask the people involved?
After much hesitation, Yan Jue decided to do it.
Fortunately, the game has a positioning function. After he clicked on "back mountain", he was directly teleported to Zhuo Feng. Otherwise, he would have to search inch by inch in the forest.
Only after arriving did Yan Jue realize he was dangling from his perspective. Zhuo Feng was sprawled on a thick branch, eyes closed, taking a nap. Its three tails drooped motionlessly, making it look like a long, unknown fruit growing on the tree.
Yan Jue didn't say anything to interrupt.
When Zhuo Feng noticed someone coming, he opened his eyes and stared blankly at a certain point, asking blankly, "Teacher, you are also from another dimension, right?"
"Yes." Yan Jue never avoided talking about Zhuo Feng when chatting with Noel. With his intelligence, he was not surprised. What surprised him was that Zhuo Feng seemed to be in a bad mood and looked like he had suffered a blow.
Can this improve favorability? Yan Jue became even more curious about what happened yesterday.
He didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Are you feeling down? Do you mind chatting with the teacher?"
Zhuo Feng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he remained silent for two full minutes before saying quietly, "I'm dead."
Yan Jue: “…Huh?”
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