Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 46 "Night Dew" Squad

The next day, as soon as Pang Jianming entered the classroom for basic training, he heard someone whispering in his ear:

"Have you heard? That Wang Yi somehow managed to forcefully break through the first level of the Nine Transformations Heavenly Record, and almost suffered a qi deviation!"

Pang Jianming immediately perked up and listened carefully.

Just then, Instructor Li, who was teaching the basic training class, pushed open the door and walked directly to the podium: "Some of you may already know that Wang Yi has been sent to the sanatorium for psychological rehabilitation treatment because he forcibly broke through the barrier."

"He may not be able to continue attending classes with everyone for a long time."

Pang Jianming subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Strangely enough, even though he was a prodigy and Wang Yi was just a bottom-ranked student with a spiritual root of 22, Pang Jianming always dreamed of being surpassed by him in his nightmares.

Logically speaking, with a spiritual root of 22 and having just become a trainee cultivator, it's impossible for him to surpass himself, who was a prodigy and became a trainee cultivator much earlier.

But this thing can appear in dreams and become Pang Jianming's nightmare.

It might be because Wang Yi had a harsh retort to Pang Jianming in the cafeteria that time, describing Pang Jianming as "a formulaic villain in online novels, someone who can be easily kicked to death by the protagonist on the side of the road."

Now that Nightmare is dead, Pang Jianming breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt that it was beneath him to breathe a sigh of relief because of someone with only 22 spiritual roots.

This was very unpleasant.

Pang Jianming thought.

To dispel the unpleasantness, he said loudly, "With 22 spiritual roots, you should accept your fate. Instead, you resorted to evil magic. Now you're stuck at the beginner level forever, and you'll probably be a useless person in the future."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the withered cicada Taoist, who had always been at odds with Wang Yi's master, Elsa: "Withered cicada Taoist, don't you think so?"

For some reason, the withered cicada Taoist didn't seem happy and didn't respond to Pang Jianming's question.

"The withered cicada Taoist?" Pang Jianming asked again, puzzled.

Just then, his master said, "Alright, he's meditating and entering a state of deep concentration, don't disturb him."

At this moment, the withered cicada Taoist suddenly raised his head: "What? I was just distracted. That's how it is when people get old. I might have some kind of... you know, something like that."

Pang Jianming frowned: "Parkinson's? Can cultivators get Parkinson's?"

“Actually, he’s just getting old and forgetful,” Pang Jianming’s master said confidently. “Alright, get ready to use the energy circulation machine.”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

That afternoon, Wang Chengyan went home early because he had successfully completed the project.

The project team leader invited everyone to a celebration banquet, and Wang Chengyan went too, but he left immediately after finishing the meal, completely ignoring the leader's suggestion to go to karaoke.

"That's probably why I haven't been promoted even after working at the company for so long," Wang Chengyan thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile as he climbed the stairs.

When she got to the seventh floor and stood in front of her apartment, she saw the moving company people coming down from the attic, carrying boxes.

"Huh?" Wang Chengyan said in surprise, "Did Wang Yi upstairs move out?"

"Yes, they said the company would provide accommodation, so I moved out." The moving company employee laughed. "Do you want me to give you an address? Their company dormitory is in a pretty good location, right in the city center."

Wang Chengyan hesitated for a moment before replying, "Okay, give me your address. But he and I are... well, just drinking buddies, and we only started drinking together recently."

As she spoke, Wang Chengyan looked somewhat confused; she didn't know what the problem was.

"Okay, okay." The moving company employee had an "I understand" look on his face, tore off a piece of sticky note, wrote Wang Yi's address on it, and handed it to Wang Chengyan.

"Then let's go!"

"Okay." Wang Chengyan stepped back, making way for him.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

For the next three days, Wang Yi rested in the medical department.

He tried sitting in the quiet room for a while to meditate, but didn't notice that the battery indicator on his hand had become brighter.

Then he completely gave up on going to the meditation room and spent all his days on the automatic training machine, occasionally going to practice shooting for two hours to maintain his skills.

As for the nights, he just kept moving bricks.

I originally wanted to capture another demonic cultivator and kill him, but after wandering around for a long time, I didn't encounter any. I could only scavenge for scraps in the unconscious space of the masses that I accidentally stumbled into.

Unfortunately, even the junk couldn't find the "hard stuff" that filled 50% at once like the last time the clock was.

It takes him at least an hour and a half to fall asleep and enter deep sleep. Only in deep sleep can he dream. The energy he brings out in each dream can only be exchanged for about 10 points of recharge.

Fortunately, he had now reached the first level of the Nine Transformations Heavenly Record, and the effect of circulating his internal energy was much better than using the Golden Finger to secretly circulate it. He could charge up to about 5% of the battery in about a day and a night. After resting for three days, Wang Yi finally saw the battery percentage reach 100% on the morning of the third day.

Not easy.

He looked at the pale gold symbol and wondered what it could possibly do. Was it just a matter of unleashing its power to blast the demonic cultivator to smithereens?

Then I need to find a lucky demonic cultivator quickly.

At this moment, Elsa led the medical monk into the room. The latter had already become familiar with Wang Yi and immediately said, "Wang Yi, have you been particularly anxious lately? I noticed that you can only maintain two hours of sleep at night before waking up immediately."

I was just exiting the dream, don't worry about it!
Wang Yi: "I'm fine. Insomnia doesn't necessarily mean I'm under a lot of pressure. It could also be a sign that I'm gradually becoming less sleep-dependent as a cultivator."

The medical cultivator said, "You're only at the early stage of Qi Refining, a novice cultivator. It's better for you to sleep like a normal person. Be careful not to lose your anchor and turn into a monster."

Elsa: "He's worried he'll wake up as a beetle, probably because that's why he can't sleep well."

That's not true, don't spread rumors!
Medical monk: "Why the beetle? Oh, I know, Kafka's Metamorphosis, right?"

Wow, someone actually picked up on the joke! I'm definitely going to be friends with this person!

At this moment, Elsa said, "Alright, hurry up and get ready to meet up with the internship team."

Wang Yi immediately perked up: "Do you know which squad it is?"

"Night dew."

Wang Yi: "Deadly suffering? Why are you speaking Japanese?"

Elsa said irritably, "Their team is called Night Heron, that kind of bird, they're always doing weird things and supporting a bunch of birds who are basically video uploaders!"

Wang Yi said "Oh": "It's Master Ye, why did you choose such a name as the team name?"

"Maybe it was around that time that Night Heron became popular. It makes sense considering the team's formation time." Elsa said, operating her phone. "I've sent you the team's information."

Wang Yi picked up his phone and opened the company's app—this thing also had an instant messaging function.

The first page of the profile features a stunningly beautiful woman.

Wang Yi stared at the clearly defined part for a second: "So this person is also here to help me with my cultivation?"

"They are cultivators, they won't be affected by the Nine Cauldrons' correction, you can date normally!"

Wang Yi said "Oh," and then, as if possessed, blurted out, "So, in the future, can she take half of my cultivation?"

The young medical monk standing nearby burst into laughter.

Elsa sighed: "I don't think you need to worry. Judging from your previous level, you two have no chance! They are cultivators, stronger than you. Your previous romantic connections are useless to them."

"You don't actually think you can still easily win someone over even without the 'benefits' of cultivators, do you?"

Wang Yi wanted to refute, but he lacked confidence and could only continue looking down at the documents.

Lin Weiwei, captain and commander of the Night Heron Squad, codename "Falcon".

He is at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, with a spiritual root of 67 and a wood affinity of 45. His initial cultivation technique was the Heart Cleansing Mantra, but after entering the mid-stage of Qi Refining, he switched to the Golden Goose Technique, which is currently at level two. With the Golden Goose Technique, he has very strong parkour ability and can quickly occupy high ground.

Wang Yi looked up and asked Elsa, "This guy practices the Heart-Cleansing Technique, which means he's also a prodigy?"

“Yeah, a spiritual root of 67 is almost 10 points lower than Pang Jianming’s, but it’s still pretty high.” Elsa pulled out some fries from somewhere and ate them as she spoke. “Now you know why the company is so biased towards Pang Jianming, right?”

Wang Yi shook his head and continued looking at the documents.

Lin Weiwei's specialty is the Gentle Breeze Talisman, a reconnaissance spell with low cost and long duration after activation. It can quickly pinpoint a target's location by manipulating air currents in conjunction with aura observation.

After scanning her basic information, Wang Yi's gaze returned to the girl's photo.

He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was quite slender in his combat uniform, and his front armor showed that he was quite capable, but it was blocked by the ammunition pouch. His buttocks, which were only partially covered by a multi-purpose tool bag and a weapon belt, were more eye-catching.

Wang Yi stared at the photo for a few seconds and had already thought of a name for the child.

Elsa sighed deeply: "Now I believe you don't like Wang Chengyan. Fortunately, you had the golden spirit to let her go."

"What are you saying!" Wang Yi raised his head. "Don't you even know what 'a beautiful lady is sought after by a gentleman' means?"

Elsa: "Well, I don't deny that you're a gentleman, after all, you only fantasized the whole time and didn't lay a hand on Wang Chengyan."

No, why do I feel like you're being sarcastic?

Wang Yi shook his head, swiped the screen, and looked at the next person's information.

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