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Chapter 163 The Creator of Laws: He Qing!

Time flies.

The two training sessions for today are now over.

Bai Hui and his friends didn't waste much of their spare time, constantly exchanging martial arts techniques, and each of them gained a lot.

Even Yu Zong, the weakest among them, temporarily forgot his fear of the "mass grave and ghost stories" because his attention was diverted.

At this moment, it was already close to evening.

Although the special training class does not have evening self-study, in order to ensure the "usual grades", they cannot leave school yet. However, unless specifically requested, no teacher will come. Only when the special training class officially leaves school in the evening can the students go home normally like ordinary students.

During this period, the individuals still made their own arrangements.

Tian Qiyuan had already removed the cyborg, and he lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position, panting heavily, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

After a day of brutal beatings, combined with some of his experiences in the "miracle simulation," and the long-standing influence of his family, he gradually began to form an idea—

"Bai Hui, after you used this cyborg, his training is going incredibly well!"

Tian Qiyuan praised, "The gap between you and me is still quite large. Just simulating battles like this, although we gain something, it always feels like something is missing—the process in between."

"Oh?" Bai Hui asked thoughtfully. "Do you want Youye and the others to use it too?"

"No, it's not just them!"

Tian Qiyuan said excitedly, "We don't have to be confined to this classroom! The school's gag order only tells us not to spread the ghost stories taught in this classroom, but this simulated battle wasn't provided by the school!"

"The cyborg can collect combat data, and you can help simulate combat experiences—so why don't we just open it up and rent this cyborg to more students, collect their combat data, enrich the cyborg's storage, and also collect a rental fee?"

Bai Hui's eyes lit up: "How much are you planning to charge?"

"I've thought about it carefully," Tian Qiyuan said. "The cyborg's simulated combat can simulate martial arts moves and combat feelings, but it won't actually cause injury."

It is considered safe and controllable, and there are no venue restrictions!

More importantly, for the other students at this stage, a battle won't last very long.

In that case, we can definitely go for volume—I plan to price it at five yuan per session, allowing students to practice the simulation battles repeatedly!

"Five yuan per serving?"

Li Youye asked in surprise, "Does this price range match your status?"

As he spoke, Li Youye gave Bai Hui a strange look.

The son of Yuncheng's richest man was inspired to start his own business by Bai Hui's avatar in just one day, with a fee of only five yuan per session.

The son of the richest man!

"What do you mean by 'suitable' or 'unsuitable'? We need to consider the students' actual purchasing power! What's the point if the price is too high and no one can afford it?"

The more Tian Qiyuan spoke, the smoother his thoughts became: "Five yuan per time. I thought about this price for a long time before deciding on it. Almost all the students in our school can accept it. Our school has more than 2,000 students. Even if we only do it for the first year of high school, even if each person can only have one chance to simulate a battle every day, that is still five yuan multiplied by eight hundred yuan, which is at least four thousand yuan in income!"

And it's four thousand every day!

And we can use this to gain more combat data, allowing me to grow faster!

Bai Hui cuts straight to the heart of the matter: "How will the money be divided?"

"The cyborg is mine, but it contains a lot of junk data," which might cause it to degenerate. But with Bai Hui here, this kind of problem shouldn't be a concern.

Furthermore, the cyborgs still need you, Bai Hui, to control them, and this business also needs you, as the sports committee member, to promote and publicize it.

How about 64 points?

You get six, I get four!

"Can!"

Bai Hui immediately agreed.

Tian Qiyuan's plan wouldn't do Bai Hui any harm, except that the modified human would have to suffer a bit. But Bai Hui didn't own the modified human, so Tian Qiyuan could use it however he wanted!

And more importantly—

Bai Hui himself also needs a lot of combat data to enrich the mirror body!

"However, I have one request," Bai Hui said.

"you say."

"I propose we hold the battleground within my Mirror Realm. This way, we can avoid any unforeseen circumstances where the school might try to take a share of the spoils—of course, my Mirror Realm isn't open to just anyone; each entry requires paying a certain amount of 'Heart Energy' to operate within it!"

"Wonderful! It can simulate combat and allow you to experience the effects of a dream device. I think this business venture is a great idea!" Tian Qiyuan was overjoyed. "But in this case, isn't charging five yuan a bit too low?"

Dream devices aren't something ordinary people can access!

"Need not."

Bai Hui waved his hand: "You said it, volume is everything!"

"Hehehehehe————" ×2

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The other three were somewhat envious as they watched Bai Hui and Tian Qiyuan finalize a business plan in just a few words.

But they also knew they weren't qualified to be part of it.

Even the fact that Bai Hui is now offering them the "Mirror Realm" for free to simulate battles is already a great favor.

To ask for more would be somewhat ungrateful.

On the other side, He Qing also shared her own gains.

She chatted briefly with Li Youye and learned that he was practicing a martial arts technique called "My Will Devoted to the Divine Scripture". After gaining a general understanding of its effects, she was inspired and decided to name the technique she was comprehending and creating "My Will Self-Discipline Path"!

"—This mental technique was gradually deduced from my understanding of the previous supreme appetite, my life experiences to date, and factors such as the Six Doors mortgage—and so on."

It is still very immature and not even fully formed yet, but it is already able to temporarily accumulate some power that is not needed on a daily basis, waiting to unleash it when needed.

Even my martial arts skills can accumulate and erupt, but after the eruption, I lose that insight and have to start practicing again.

I'm still trying to perfect it; otherwise, if others don't have my skills, they won't be able to practice it either.

After I perfect it, I plan to register the copyright for the mental cultivation method and sell it, which should be enough to cure my mother's illness.

As He Qing spoke, he earnestly requested Li Youye and Tian Qiyuan to help him out when the time came.

The two men patted their chests, indicating that it was no big deal.

Feng Jue was silently reflecting on and digesting what he had learned earlier. As for Yu Zong—this guy hadn't been very close to Bai Hui and the others before, and didn't know much about them, so it wasn't appropriate for him to ask questions at this moment.

Although there have been some gains, compared to others, it is far from being something worth sharing.

So all they could do was watch and listen longingly.

As time went by, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Gradually—

【null! null! null! null! 】

In a daze, Yu Zong seemed to hear some strange wind sound and subconsciously picked at his ears.

Then I felt like I was being watched from all sides, as if everyone was staring at me, and I became quite uneasy.

Before long, he couldn't help but ask, "Um—did you guys hear anything—strange noises?"

"A strange sound? No—what exactly was that sound?"

"I don't know either----"

Yu Zongna said that the "Ink Trace Eyes" he had cultivated was actually operating automatically without his control!

The brand-new classroom gradually became old and dilapidated, exuding an indescribable sense of decay.

He subconsciously looked down and saw that the once smooth and flat desk had many marks that looked like they had been dug out by fingernails!

The jumbled engravings twisted into a line of text—

Good evening!

Yu Zong was stunned for a moment.

New scratches appeared one after another, and after they appeared, they showed a clear sign of age.

The new engraving looks like a grotesque smiling face.

Yu Zong couldn't help but rub his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, all the strange phenomena had mysteriously disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Bai Hui and the others were still discussing their respective gains in martial arts.

Everything seemed normal.

But in the shadows where the light couldn't fully penetrate, there seemed to be some ragged, emaciated children squatting there, grinning with filthy smiles when they saw Yu Zong looking at them.