The last time Zhuo Feng sent the magical artifact Universal Mirror for testing spiritual roots, only one was kept in the Special Management Bureau, and the rest were sent elsewhere.
As soon as the mirrors were distributed, everyone in the Special Management Bureau couldn't resist their curiosity and took the test. A quarter of the people had no spiritual roots, while the rest had a variety of attributes. Those with single spiritual roots were rare, but those with dual spiritual roots were quite common, and even those with triple spiritual roots were quite a few.
Zhou Taotao had no idea what lucky break it was, but he'd tested positive for a top-grade earth spirit root. That guy, after getting his results, had been showing off all day, his mouth agape, unable to close. Then, because he showed off too much and affected innocent people, his colleagues ganged up on him and even owed him a meal.
The original copy of the technique had been sent away for storage in the database. There were naturally certain standards for how the complete technique would be distributed. As far as Yan Jue knew, the condition for external exchange was tentatively set at using Contribution Points. The specific rules and values had yet to be determined, so he had no idea.
Copies of the information on drawing qi into the body have been distributed to all middle and upper-level soldiers in the army. It's not that they are treated differently, but most of the lower-level soldiers have not been in the army for long and have not tempered their temperament. They still need to pass the assessment before they can start, but it is also being promoted slowly.
Of course, those who got it have all signed a confidentiality agreement. Once they breach the agreement, their sentence will be the full term without negotiation.
After Zhuo Feng's favorability reaches the maximum value, in addition to being able to welcome the arrival of the third cub, the most important thing is the opening of the Tianchen Continent Mall.
Plants and minerals, magical beasts and medicines, elixirs and magic tools, and even magical stones are all available. In addition, the game also considerately labels each item with its grade, so that those who are not familiar with the game will not be dizzy.
Correspondingly, their prices are also very attractive.
In the Atlantis Mall, the most expensive item is only 1,500 points, but in the Tianchen Continent, "1,000" is already a common price, with items worth tens of thousands being common, and the most expensive artifact costs a full million.
When Yan Jue saw the price tag, he almost lost his enthusiasm and started arguing with 91. Even if there was inflation, the price wouldn't increase by this much. It wasn't a multiple increase, but a zero added directly to the end.
However, 91 had his own reasons: "Atlantis has a different energy system from the player plane, so it's cheap. Tianchen Continent is almost the same, so it's expensive."
It is said that things are valuable because they are rare, but in the game, the situation is reversed. If the game is afraid of disrupting the progress of other worlds, then there shouldn't be the option of trading in other worlds in the first place. Why is it that it starts to restrict it here?
91 asked emotionlessly, "Are you sure you want to, at the beginning of this plane's spiritual energy revival, wantonly use elixirs and weapons that exceed the plane's spiritual energy tolerance, monopolizing the new spiritual energy in a single group, thus stunting the plane's development?"
This one sentence silenced Yan Jue and made him dare not complain anymore.
With the new mall, you can choose any technique you want.
Even if Yan Jue was willing, Pan Wencheng and the others wouldn't let him learn those common books. Because of his importance, the higher-ups didn't think twice before persuading Yan Jue to choose a high-level wood spirit root cultivation method worth over 20,000 points for him to learn first, and then buy other books when he had enough points.
It is precisely because of this that Yan Jue feels an urgent need to gain points.
After finishing his work in the afternoon and returning to the dormitory at night, Yan Jue took a bath, burned incense, and sat on the bed to calm his mind. According to the instructions in the copy, he communicated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and guided them into a certain acupoint.
No matter how advanced the martial arts is, you cannot learn it without drawing the Qi into the body.
However, the tricky thing is that although the human meridian diagram in the exercises is roughly the same as that in modern Chinese medicine, with only some names changed, in the eyes of an ordinary person like him, spiritual energy is no different from air. How can he separate the spiritual energy from the air and then let it obediently enter a specific point in the body?
Yan Jue closed his eyes, and tried hard to imagine the location of the acupoints in his head, calling on spiritual energy to push them in.
The result, in general, was just a lonely communication.
He really wanted to get to know the spirit, but it was too shy and refused to show itself no matter how much he called. If the scene in his mind were visible, anyone who saw what he was doing would definitely think he was a fool.
After losing the first night, Yan Jue went to the training room early the next morning to lift weights for an hour to vent his depressed emotions. Then he met Zhou Taotao in the cafeteria, who also had a depressed face.
The two sat down with their plates, sighing before they finished talking. Yan Jue looked around and saw that except for the ordinary people without spiritual roots, the mood in the cafeteria was not very lively, but the gossip was very active.
It seems that they all failed.
"You failed too?" Yan Jue looked at Zhou Taotao, "Your top-grade spiritual roots don't seem to have much of an advantage."
Zhou Taotao rolled his eyes unceremoniously. "If cultivating immortality was so easy, why don't we see all the cultivators in the Burning Wind World being so cool and domineering? This is only the first day. If I succeed in drawing the Qi into my body, I'll definitely be the protagonist, or at least the supporting actor."
Yan Jue subconsciously said, "Vicious male supporting role?"
"To be a villainous male supporting role, you need to have strength." Zhou Taotao didn't despise him and turned to ask Yan Jue: "What about you? You have a cheat and are also said to be pro-spiritual. Aren't you still not doing anything? Our eldest brother doesn't laugh at the second brother."
Yan Jue choked and silently lowered his head to drink two mouthfuls of porridge. Then an idea flashed on his mind: "Brother Zhou, when practicing, isn't location also important? Look at what is said in novels, deep mountains and old forests where no one sets foot are the places with abundant spiritual energy. When there are too many people in the city, there is also more turbid air, which is not conducive to the gathering of spiritual energy."
"Does it apply to us as well?"
Zhou Taotao, who had also been cramming a lot of novels, couldn't help but nod, but he still struggled, "Xiao Jue, I don't think we should be impatient. This is only the first day, so it's normal that the training hasn't shown any results. I just said it casually. You won't really be provoked by me and want to work hard at all costs, right?"
The more Zhou Taotao thought about it, the more horrified he felt. "The novel also says that being too eager for success can lead to obsession. How come you don't remember this? Don't overthink it. You're obsessed. Wake up."
As he spoke, he wanted to reach out and pat Yan Jue on the head, but Yan Jue dodged in time and said speechlessly: "Where did you learn Buddhist terms..."
He looks like a cookie.
"I've seen this a lot in investigations. Who would believe those fake monks and Taoist priests who can't even keep up appearances? The competition in this scam business is more brutal than you can imagine."
"No, don't change the subject." Zhou Taotao looked at him: "Do you really think so?"
"What else? Do you think I look like a driven fighter? If I were, would I still quit my job and retire at home?" Yan Jue spread his hands and said, "I'm simply discussing the rationality of my conjecture with you."
Is this Zhou Taotao's occupational disease? He has to delve into everything he encounters, otherwise he won't feel at ease?
"Okay, let's discuss it. So if that's the case, do you want to give it a try?"
Now Yan Jue was speechless.
He wanted to try, but once he went there to grind for points, his pace would inevitably slow to a crawl. He would choose between drawing Qi into his body as quickly as possible and grinding for points. The fact that he was currently holding a copy of a high-level technique was truly unsettling him.
"Don't overthink it. Everything is at the starting point, so we can try and make mistakes." Zhou Taotao advised him, then changed the subject and said with a smile, "But if possible, I'd like to give it a try, too."
Who doesn’t want to draw Qi into the body?
Yan Jue glanced at him sideways, said nothing more, and lowered his head to eat.
In order to avoid Zaizai coming to find him in real life while he was out scoring points, Yan Jue would stay in the car from today onwards whenever he went out. He would park the car outside a shopping mall or a stadium and park it as many meters as possible. He himself was not idle either, but practiced silently.
The morning was uneventful, but around noon Yan Jue suddenly received a private message from Zhuo Feng. He opened it and saw that his pupils constricted and he almost crushed the phone.
[Zhuo Feng: Teacher, I've run into a little trouble here. It's not difficult to solve and there's no danger. I won't be going to kindergarten for the next few days. Don't worry.]
How could I not miss you!
Zhuo Feng had just awakened and was already in trouble. It was hard not to worry that someone was hunting him down because they coveted his bloodline. Zhuo Feng was still a child, so how could such a tiny being possibly stand up to those fierce and ferocious creatures? Could he fight them off, could he escape, if he was surrounded?
Yan Jue was holding his phone in his hand and was anxiously standing there, thinking about it. It was only after being reminded by the security personnel accompanying him that he began to think about the meaning of Zhuo Feng sending him a private message.
He was even able to enter the kindergarten to leave him a message. Could it really be just a minor inconvenience as he said? Yan Jue's heart was in turmoil. It took him a long time to decide whether to believe that Zhuo Feng was telling the truth and not just reporting good news but not bad news.
He didn't leave a message asking Zhuo Feng what happened, he just told him to come find him when he came online.
Holding his forehead with his hands and letting out a long sigh, Yan Jue cleared his eyes and tried to calm himself. Although he had been prepared for the various dangers and opportunities that Zhuo Feng would encounter in his world, when they actually happened, he realized that all his preparations were useless.
What’s even more frightening is that this worry is not just one, it is very likely three or even more.
He still vividly remembered the question of why Noel's father had built an above-ground base that could accommodate 80% of the tribe. And what happened to Ah Qing after he was thrown from the spaceship?
As soon as he guessed the reality behind these problems, he wanted to prepare some quick-acting heart-saving pills in advance, but he didn't know whether this medicine would be effective for cultivators.
Actually, it's not impossible to know in advance, but think about the huge amount of money required to unlock the character biography, and the reality of urgently needing points to purchase the skills...
Yan Jue felt that his current life was running in the opposite direction to his original intention when he resigned, and he was even more exhausted than when he was working.
But there is no way to compare the two. The former is much more voluntary and passionate than the latter.
There is no use thinking too much.
Because of Zhuo Feng's private message, a chain reaction was triggered. Yan Jue, who had spent two minutes feeling melancholy, threw away all the distracting thoughts from his mind, adjusted his mood, closed his eyes, and continued to hold his phone in the car while brushing points and trying to draw in air.
"teacher?"
"Ah Qing?" Yan Jue opened his eyes and looked at the child who appeared out of nowhere on his knees: "Is the class over?"
"Yeah." Ah Qing sat on Yan Jue's lap, nodded seriously, and even stretched out his hands to gesture: "I learned a lot of things. It's just that I'm too stupid and can't remember a lot of things... But Teacher 91 is so patient and gentle. He doesn't mind me teaching me many times."
After the class, he finally understood what the nouns "kindergarten", "teacher", "brother" and so on meant. He had thought that the teacher's name was just "teacher", and "brother" was the nickname Noel gave him...
Thinking of this, Ah Qing felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm so stupid."
"No need to apologize, it was the teacher's negligence." Yan Jue's first reaction after hearing this was to apologize: "I forgot that you had always lived alone before, and I didn't explain to you what those things meant in time. I just instilled them into you. It's my fault."
It was his fault for not being careful. Fortunately, 91 covered him up and prevented a bigger mistake from happening.
"How can Ah Qing be stupid? It's amazing that he can learn this in his first class and first exposure to it."
Ah Qing covered her face shyly, "Thank you, thank you teacher for praising me. I, I actually think so too, I'm super awesome~"
Hehehehe.
Yan Jue laughed and raised his hand to gently touch the top of Ah Qing's head. It was smooth and cold, the touch of stone. He was about to remove his hand when several smaller, slightly cool objects touched the sides of his fingertips.
Because his arms were a bit short, Ah Qing could only hold Yan Jue's fingertips with his fingertips after raising his hands. He lowered his head and asked softly, "Teacher, can I touch you again?"
It was so comfortable. The teacher's breath also made him feel comfortable, just like soaking in hot water, bubbling so much that it was about to burst.
Yan Jue, who was really adorable, rubbed Ah Qing's head for three whole minutes without even breathing when he heard the request. When he took his fingers away, he felt that the top of Ah Qing's head was a little brighter.
Fortunately, the Stonemen have no hair...
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