My cultivation shop refreshes daily.

Upon arriving at the school, Zhou Yu had just entered the senior high school building and was about to go into the classroom when he noticed someone standing in the corridor outside the classroom.

A large number of students gathered around, exclaiming in amazement as if they were watching a celebrity. But no one dared to come closer, because the honor of over 700 points was like the sun, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School has two suns.

One is from the sky, and the other is a senior in high school!

Seeing Zhou Yu walk out of the stairwell, Sun Zhongmou nodded slightly, "You've finally arrived."

Actually, Sun Zhongmou wanted to find Zhou Yu yesterday, but he was too busy and missed the opportunity. In the afternoon, during his self-cultivation time, Zhu Ling from No. 1 Middle School came over, which wasn't a very suitable time either.

So today, Sun Zhongmou came to the classroom door early in the morning to "ambush" Zhou Yu, and successfully caught him during his free time.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yu was a little confused, wondering why Sun Zhongmou was waiting for him here.

Sun Zhongmou glanced around, knowing that it wasn't a good opportunity to talk in front of so many people, so he beckoned to Zhou Yu, "Come with me."

Zhou Yu looked confused, but still followed Sun Zhongmou to the teachers' office not far away.

Upon seeing Sun Zhongmou enter, even the teachers in the office stood up to greet him.

"Sun, you're here."

"Good morning, Sun! Have you eaten? If not, have some of mine."

"Good morning, Sun. There are some things I don't understand about the high school law professor. Could you explain the relevant points to me?"

"Sun, my mom just turned sixty-eight this year. She's at the prime of her life, so why don't you consider being with her?"

……

Sun Zhongmou raised his hand, interrupting the teachers' enthusiastic greetings, "Excuse me, I'd like to speak with this student privately. Could you please pause your work for a moment and temporarily clear out an office for me?"

For a student to ask the teachers to leave their offices—this would be utterly contrary to the natural order if it happened before the spiritual energy had fully recovered!

But for Sun Zhongmou, who is now the only student in the entire No. 2 High School to have a total score of over 700 points and even has a chance to be admitted to Xiandao University, such a thing happening to him is as commonplace as taking a dump or having diarrhea.

After all the teachers had left, Sun Zhongmou found a seat and sat down. "Sit down, I want to talk to you."

Zhou Yu didn't refuse and casually pulled up a chair to sit down.

How's your studies going lately?

"It's alright," Zhou Yu nodded slightly, "I feel like I'll soon be invincible and dominate the heavens."

Sun Zhongmou: "...That's pretty impressive."

Zhou Yu: "Thank you."

The conversation stalled, so Sun Zhongmou changed the subject, "The monthly exams are coming up soon. How many points do you think you'll get?"

Zhou Yu asked, "What's the maximum score?"

"A perfect score?" Sun Zhongmou was taken aback. "750 points, what happened?"

"Really?" Zhou Yu crossed his arms. "Then I'll just aim for a modest 750 points."

Sun Zhongmou: "..."

No, this guy's got something wrong with his head. There's no way to get close to him first; I have to get straight to the point.

Clearing his throat, Sun Zhongmou asked, "I saw you use what seemed to be the Seventh Middle School's Taixu Spirit Mist Palm during your PE class... right?"

"Oh?" Zhou Yu immediately became interested. "You want to learn too? If it's you, I can give you a discount. The original price of the course is 8888, but to bring good luck, I'll only charge you 9888. How about that?"

Sun Zhongmou quickly shook his head, afraid that Zhou Yu would reveal his payment code at any moment. "I don't want to learn the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm. I just want to know how you know this move. Are you familiar with the students from No. 7 Middle School? What is your relationship with them?"

"Relationship?" Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow. "It hasn't happened yet."

Sun Zhongmou: "???"

Why does this person's every response complicate the conversation?

Rubbing his temples, Sun Zhongmou said, "Let me be blunt, what level is that person you know?"

Zhou Yu was unaware of this, since his relationship with Hua Xin was limited to superficial physical contact and had not yet progressed to that level.

"I don't know," Zhou Yu answered honestly, "but I can ask for you. What do you want to know?"

Seeing that the conversation was finally making progress, Sun Zhongmou's eyes lit up. "I want to ask what level that person's Returning to Truth Breathing Technique has reached. Can you ask him for me?"

"Okay." Zhou Yu nodded, took out his phone, and started sending messages.

Seeing that Zhou Yu didn't take out his QR code for him to transfer money, Sun Zhongmou was slightly surprised. "Aren't you charging me?"

"Charge? What kind of fee?" Zhou Yu frowned. "Isn't this all about serving the people?"

Hearing such words come out of Zhou Yu's mouth, Sun Zhongmou was momentarily dazed.

Am I still sleepy today?

Zhou Yu sent Hua Xin a message asking "Are you there?" and she replied immediately.

"What's wrong, little brother? Missing your sister's spiritual root?"

This was the first time Zhou Yu had been rendered speechless. Although the most memorable thing about him when he was a male model was that Hua Xin's spiritual root had hit him, which could be described as rough but true, this was just too rough.

"I'd like to ask, what level have you reached in your Returning to Truth Breathing Technique?"

Hua Xin: "Me? Level nine. What's wrong? Do you want me to guide you in learning martial arts? My price isn't cheap, you know."

"I'm asking for a friend..."

"Hmm, the classic 'I have a friend' is a good one, but do you have a more novel reason?"

"..."

Zhou Yu looked up and said to Sun Zhongmou, "Level nine."

Level 9?

Upon hearing this answer, Sun Zhongmou couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

He is now at level nine of the Returning to Truth Breathing Technique, so finding someone of the same level wouldn't make a difference.

Only cultivators who have mastered the Tenth Level of Returning to Truth Breathing Technique are worthy of observing it.

"Really? That's such a pity." Sun Zhongmou sighed, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yu asked curiously, "Stuck at level nine? You should have said so earlier! As long as you paid me, I'd teach you until you mastered it!"

"Really?" Sun Zhongmou stared at him. "Try circulating the Returning to Truth Breathing Technique and let me see what level you are."

Zhou Yu replied, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush. Although I'm only at level six in the Returning to Truth Breathing Technique right now, level ten will be a piece of cake once the money is in place..."

Before Zhou Yu could finish speaking, Sun Zhongmou reached out and gently patted his shoulder.

Stop daydreaming and focus on your upcoming monthly exam. Anything can happen in dreams.

Zhou Yu: "..."

Why don't you believe me?

"Fine," Zhou Yu replied helplessly, "It seems that only by making a stunning performance in the monthly exam can I make you realize that money really can buy anything."

Sun Zhongmou reached out and touched Zhou Yu's forehead.

"what?"

After confirming the temperature, Sun Zhongmou pulled Zhou Yu up from his chair and led him around the office.

Zhou Yu looked completely bewildered. "What are you doing?"

Sun Zhongmou: "If you're not sick, take a few steps."

Zhou Yu: "Damn it!"