My cultivation shop refreshes daily.

After lunch, the afternoon session was a mental cultivation class.

The entire afternoon passed, and Zhou Yu seemed somewhat absent-minded.

Even after class, when Zhou Yu, Liang Yanbo, Gao Ying, Mo Ci, and Liu Bei gathered in the club activity room, he still looked restless and anxious.

Seeing this, everyone felt a little strange, but they didn't know how to ask.

At this point, Gao Ying, who was closest to him, took over the responsibility.

"Don't worry, given my relationship with Brother Yu, it's definitely the most appropriate thing for me to ask."

Clearing her throat, Gao Ying approached Zhou Yu and asked him with concern.

"What's wrong, Brother Yu? You look so distracted... Is a pack of dogs coming to arrest you?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Is this a question a human being should ask?

Zhou Yu waved his hand and asked, "Can you hear me?"

Gao Ying was taken aback. "Really?"

"Did you all hear what I said in the cafeteria while I was eating?"

Gao Ying nodded, "I heard you."

Zhou Yu slammed his hand on the desk, and the entire desk began to shake.

"Then why doesn't anyone come to me to become my apprentice?!"

Liang Yanbo and Liu Bei exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves that they were right not to ask him what had happened.

This guy is definitely not right in the head.

"Yeah, why?" Gao Ying chimed in, seemingly quite cooperative. "It must be because our publicity efforts were inadequate! We have to give up!"

Zhou Yu pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Good strategy, but I would like to make some modifications."

"How should it be changed?"

Zhou Yu pointed to Gao Ying and Mo Ci, "I'm entrusting this GG matter entirely to you two! You're girls, so you're more sensitive, and I'm sure you'll be able to come up with enough shocking GG content."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ci was stunned. "Huh? Me? I want to die?"

"Don't worry!" Gao Ying hopped to Mo Ci's side like a rabbit, patting her chest. "With me here, you can just slack off. Since Brother Yu chose to trust me, I definitely have to repay his trust!"

Mo Ci was in a daze, completely being pushed along by the current.

Liang Yanbo and Liu Bei then looked at Zhou Yu, "So what are we going to do?"

Zhou Yu glanced at the two of them, then hesitated for a moment.

"Shine my shoes."

"You idiot!"

"You idiot!"

The two shouted in unison.

Before Zhou Yu could retort, there was a knock on the door of the club activity room.

Zhou Yu suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the gate.

A high school sophomore boy was standing in front of the club activity room, knocking on the door.

"Excuse me, is this the Immortal Emperor Society?"

Zhou Yu rested his elbows on the table, placed his hands on top of each other in front of his philtrum, and said in a deep, bubbly voice, "That's right, it's the Immortal Emperor Society."

Liang Yanbo: "..."

"Hello," the boy introduced himself first, "I am a student in Class 1 of the second year of high school. My surname is Sima, and my name is Sima Yi."

Liu Bei: "...What kind of people does our school recruit...?"

"Hello, Si," Zhou Yu said in a deep voice, "You've come to the Immortal Emperor Society, do you want to join us? Or do you have some other purpose?"

Sima Yi walked into the club activity room. Mo Ci, who didn't know how to help Gao Ying, quickly brought a chair for Sima Yi to sit down.

"Thank you," Sima Yi said first, and after sitting down, he said to Zhou Yu, "I came here only to ask you one thing."

"That move you used in PE class must have been the signature move of Qingcheng No. 7 Middle School, the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu's eyes narrowed. "I never expected that there would be such discerning people in such a small place as No. 2 Middle School. I really didn't expect that."

As he spoke, he extended his hand, "Please sit down, let's have a good talk."

Sima Yi: "...I'm already sitting."

"Very well," Zhou Yu ignored him and continued, "Tell me first, why do you know about this technique?"

Sima Yi replied, "To be honest, my family is a family of cultivators. I have an older brother who was once a student at Qingcheng No. 7 Middle School. He learned the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm back then, so I also have quite a bit of knowledge about it."

"I see," Zhou Yu nodded. "So you came to me because you want to learn this Tai Xu Spirit Mist Palm technique?"

If Sima Yi, being a discerning person, were to openly declare his desire to learn the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm, Zhou Yu would have no choice but to kick him out with tears in his eyes.

After all, he can only teach the Taixu Divine Scripture here, or the Returning to Truth Breathing Technique, the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique, or the High Center Method.

Zhou Yu was unwilling to sacrifice such a valuable client as Hua Xin for short-sighted gains.

"No," Sima Yi shook his head and said seriously, "I am not interested in the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm, because my brother told me that among the Seventh Middle School's unique skills, the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm is not important. What is important is the Taixu Divine Scripture that matches the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm."

As he spoke, Sima Yi's eyes narrowed. "I can tell that you've not only learned the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm, but also the Taixu Divine Scripture. Although I don't know who taught you, but..."

Sima Yi suddenly stood up and knelt down in front of Zhou Yu with a thud.

"Please, you must give me the Taixu Divine Scripture! It is extremely important to me!"

Seeing that he was even willing to kneel before Zhou Yu in order to pursue his studies, Liu Bei and Liang Yanbo, two honest men, couldn't help but be moved.

This is true eagerness to learn!

Zhou Yu also stood up. "Really? You want to learn the Taixu Divine Scripture?"

Sima Yi nodded solemnly, "That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu grinned.

Suddenly, a figure darted out.

Gao Ying held up two A4 sheets of paper filled with writing, showing them to Sima Yi. "Don't rush, let's start with a short explanation first. After you've read that, you'll understand our business!"

Sima Yi was taken aback and looked at the two A4 papers with "GG" written on them in Gao Ying's hand.

A piece of paper on the left reads: "Teachers promise that what is taught on the same day will be learned on the same day. This is truly inspiring. If you don't learn it, the teacher will be struck by lightning."

Behind the text is a picture of thunder and lightning.

A piece of paper on the right reads: "Miraculous technique, guaranteed to teach and learn, and after learning it, it can cure all diseases and grant immortality!"

The accompanying text showed an octogenarian woman holding a mobile phone, with the caption, "Sister, my period is back!"

Sima Yi: "..."

Standing behind Gao Ying, Mo Ci covered her face, unable to believe that this was work done under her supervision.

"Ah Ying." Zhou Yu placed his right hand on Gao Ying's shoulder.

"Brother Yu." Gao Ying turned around and glanced at Zhou Yu.

"Sweetie," Zhou Yu took out his phone and transferred fifty yuan to Gao Ying. "Let's put GG's matter aside for now. I'll transfer you fifty yuan. Go to the hospital and see a neurologist to check if there's anything wrong with your brain."

Gao Ying: "..."