Half an hour after he broke through, the results of quenching body record were evident. Although his own knowledge contributed, if not for that technique, he believed that he needed another three-four months before advancing.
With this, he took a deep breath and exhaled the impurities from his body..
A pitch-black smoke emerged from his mouth, filthy as it tumbled to the ground. After expectorating this smoke out, his six senses all became more acute and sharpened.
While his prior knowledge of cultivation mechanics—gleaned from countless transmigration novels—guided him, he knew this world's rules might differ. Still, the principle remained:
Purge impurities, strengthen the body, climb the tiers.
His modern mind raced. In most stories, early breakthroughs are fragile. Stabilize first, rush later.
As he exhaled a plume of inky smoke, his senses sharpened. Body cleansing—classic trope, he mused. But the intensity surprised him. Previous breakthroughs had been mild, but this… Like a detox spa gone wild. He smirked. If only his old gym buddies could see him now.
The Tempered Body Record's fist technique lagged,
he had made no real progress in the tempered body record's fist technique. His daily practise could only produce one percent of the total result, out of the 101 punches.
Patience, he reminded himself.
Haste breeds plot holes—or in this case, qi deviations.
Later,after eating something he continued to sweep the area, his modern instincts nagged. Menial labor in cultivation worlds always hides secrets. He scrutinized the spotless path. Maybe hidden formations? Or a buried spatial ring?...
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Within the trees, Xia Ning Chang had started to monitor the disciples and inadvertently saw Yang Kai sweeping away. To not have some emotions would be weird. Today, there was something different about him, but she wasn't sure. For over half an hour, he hadn't left that spot, sweeping it until it was shiny and spotless. It was so slick that if a mosquito were to go on, it would have a sprained ankle.
This guy… Xia Ning Chang didn't know what to make of him.
Xia Ning Chang, noted his unusual diligence though. Is he… scanning the ground for something?
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At that moment, Yang Kai was thinking about other things. Yesterday he had obtained a huge opportunity, so naturally he was considering his future.
While he was pondering, rapid footsteps approached quickly from behind. He quickly went to dodge, but didn't realise that the other party was making preparations to avoid him too. So they crashed into each other.
Though he didn't sustain any major injuries, when he crashed into that person, it felt as if he had crashed into a steel wall. With a cry, he fell to the ground and the place he bumped felt numb.
Yang Kai quickly recovered and apologetically asked: "This fellow disciple, are you okay?"
The young man was annoyed and when he looked up to see that it was Yang Kai, that explosive anger dissipated. Holding anger for such person held no meaning and it was also his own fault.
Replying immediately while waving his hands: "It's alright, it's alright!"
While saying this and getting up, he then energetically ran away.
Yang Kai asked: "Fellow disciple, where are you going to hurriedly?"
The young man faintly shouted: "The Contribution Hall, where else?"
Startled, he couldn't help but frown. Each month, the amount of points he received was quite meager.
Sweepers could earn ten points, but in the last month he was challenged six times, and each time he lost! With reductions after each loss, he was left with only four points. This… this was truly pitiful
Worse than a minimum-wage gig.
Thinking of this, Yang Kai thought even a small mosquito has flesh.
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At noon, Yang Kai headed to the Contribution Hall. Contribution points—the universal currency.
As he entered the hall, he spotted an old man dozing off at the counter..
This old man was the treasurer of the school. He was about fifty with thin white hair and a kind face. Looking at him, he looked harmless to animals and humans,Yang Kai thought Old man trope: either a hidden master or a comedic lech. Yang Kai's modern sensibilities leaned toward the earlier. Still, worth testing.
Stepping into the view of the old man, Yang Kai could clearly see the old man snoring away.
Don't know which female High Heaven disciple he is dreaming about !
"Treasurer Meng!" He rapped the counter.
The old man's surname was Meng, his first name Yang Kai didn't know so he couldn't call him that.
Tapping the counter a few times, the old man was finally awoken. He groggily opened up his eyes and saw that it was Yang Kai. His face twisted in disdain, as if he had seen something unpleasant
The old man jolted awake, scowling. "Couldn't come earlier, brat?"
Confidently he replied: "There were too many people in the morning, and currently it's peaceful!"
"Interrupting this old man's rest. Do you know what respecting the elderly means?"
Leaning in, Yang Kai whispered: "Which young lady did you dream of?"
Suddenly full of energy Treasurer Meng replied to Yang Kai with eyes full of contempt and loudly proclaimed: "Your words just now, tarnished this old man's reputation! Too outrageous."
"Good body figure?"
"Great!" Treasurer Meng unconsciously leaked out.
"Supple legs, white skin and a beautiful, thin waist?"
"En, en, en...." Immediately he nodded his head, immediately thinking Yang Kai as a friend.
"He, he..." Yang Kai sneered.
Treasurer Meng stammered and blushed as bright as a monkey's ass. Full of shame, he just wanted to dig a hole and crawl inside to hide.