You call this a healer?

Zhou Ming stopped in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat. Had the secret of the "Godslayer" been discovered?

Probably not. This thing is very discreet; you can only find a clue by looking at it face-to-face.

Sure enough, Old Lu looked utterly bewildered, like a village auntie overhearing someone else's secret but knowing nothing about it, and said, "How could you possibly advance to a Level Two Order Keeper in just seventeen days? You seem pretty weak to me!"

"It can even mutate and amplify skills?"

"Its defense is frighteningly high, and its healing power is terrifyingly strong!"

"The key point is, in a battle of nine people, you, a novice healer, are absolutely dominant. Is that reasonable? This completely breaks the taboo!"

"There has never been a therapist like this before! Tell me what's going on, I've been holding this in all day!"

"I actually...really want to improve!"

Six questions in a row.

Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I can't explain it. Maybe... that's just because I'm a genius! I'll train you another day, ten thousand a time!"

Old Lu said listlessly, "Forget it, I probably won't be able to learn it. I'm not a healer, and I get nervous in fights involving more than two people. When I get nervous, I want to run away!"

He locked the gate and turned to leave.

Zhou Ming watched him leave, and just as he was about to leave himself, he noticed that Lin Ya was still there, with her back to him. He coldly asked, "Did you find anything?"

Zhou Ming frowned: "What the hell?"

Lin Ya pointed to her buttocks: "It's tucked inside my pants!"

"?"

Zhou Ming looked over and, sure enough, saw that his buttocks were tucked together again. He paused for three seconds, then asked, "Why don't you go rub against a tree?"

Lin Ya was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, and turned around: "You're barely qualified now to help me pull my pants down!"

At this moment, Zhou Ming suddenly understood the meaning behind Old Huang's words from his previous life: "When you become excellent, you'll be surrounded by good people!"

The power of his improved cultivation level was too much to bear right now, so he turned and strode away.

Lin Ya followed up: "I'm not trying to flatter you. I went home yesterday and didn't see your battle in the mangrove forest, but after watching the replay, I thought your skills were quite remarkable. You've barely broken free from the constraints of a low-level profession!"

Zhou Ming frowned: "Do I need to tell you?"

Lin Ya paused for a moment, then said, "How about this, try using that strange skill on me!"

Zhou Ming continued walking without stopping: "Who do you take me for? Do you think I'll just do whatever you tell me to? Even if the earth is destroyed, or even if some supernatural being attacks the city, I won't sleep with you. Forget about it!"

Lin Ya's face flushed red as she stood there, furious and embarrassed, she said, "You're just a low-level healer, an uncultured poor kid. You'll never be able to compare to a genius like Ye Chen. He told me that you two will have a one-on-one match on the 29th, and I'm going to lead seven girls from my dorm to cheer him on!"

"Low-class taste!"

Zhou Ming stopped wasting time and quickened his pace, circling the campus three times before finally arriving at a secluded corner in the southwest.

With a push of his feet, he reached the top of the three-meter-high wall and jumped over it.

Baijiang Academy is located in the southwest corner of the East China Sea Base, in a very remote location. Further out is the Green Zone, which is close to a huge wall.

The East China Sea base is divided into: the inner city in the center, the surrounding slums, and the green area on the periphery.

Needless to say, the inner city and slums were also included, but Green was where the base planted a large number of trees, which were used to provide oxygen.

Normal people wouldn't easily come to such a place, but it happens to be quite wide, and it's said that wandering cultivators often linger here.

The so-called "unaffiliated cultivators" are those who are not formally trained in the system like Zhou Ming, nor are they subject to the jurisdiction of the State Council.

These people, in pursuit of power and higher realms, usually leave the city on their own to hunt down mythical creatures, extracting their crystals, hides, and bones, and then come here to sell them or exchange them with others.

Zhou Ming walked through a dense forest for three or four miles. Feeling that he had reached the right spot, he was about to find a suitable place when he suddenly bumped into someone.

"Are you fucking blind?"

The newcomer spoke in a very rude tone, and a foul stench wafted over as he spoke.

Zhou Ming looked up and saw a man who was 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered and burly, dressed in tattered clothes and with unkempt hair.

This person is an Order Keeper, profession unknown, peak level one, and deliberately bumped into me.

His gaze swept past the man and looked behind him. There, in a patch of grass, lay a tattered blanket, and three other men were pinning down a woman, doing unspeakable things.

Those three men were also members of the Order.

Zhou Ming took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Sorry, it's getting dark, I couldn't see clearly."

The man scrutinized him, a strange glint in his eyes, and waved his hand impatiently, "Get lost!"

Zhou Ming nodded, strode away, circled around the woods again, and finally found a secluded tree hole, where he crawled inside.

The woman's heart-wrenching cries could still be heard in the distance: "Please, spare me, ah..."

Zhou Ming automatically ignored the imperfections; everyone has their own life, and he wasn't a savior. He calmed himself, focused his mind, and activated his Godslayer class, uttering a low shout: "Break!"

My body shuddered slightly, and a complex sensation of soreness, numbness, comfort, and pain surged through my entire body. It was a unique feeling of genetic mutation and meridian unblocking.

At this moment, his body was enveloped in a dense gray aura that spread outwards.

Even though he couldn't see, he could sense his own appearance; it must look somewhat evil.

A moment later, a powerful, mountain-moving feeling surged into his heart. He raised his right hand, and a gray vortex spun continuously in his palm. Inside and outside the tree hole, fallen leaves, broken tiles, and branches all floated along with it.

He had a feeling that he could smash this big tree to pieces with one punch!

This is the power of a Level Two Godslayer!

After calming himself down, he began to calculate his gains from "devouring" the strange corpses at the Furnace Courtyard today:

There are 92 in total.

Defense has increased by 4 points, now it's 44.

The professional level of healers has improved by 13%.

Healer skill [Healing Dragon Vines] Proficiency: 11%.

God-Slayer Skill [Owl Nightmare Blood Transformation Technique] 1%.

not bad.

Just then, a dialog box bubble appeared:

A powerful enemy is approaching; you have already chosen a path to your death.

Almost simultaneously, footsteps and voices suddenly came from outside:

"What did Master Chen say?"

"He gave us a portrait and told us to guard the area around Baijiang Academy and kill the kid as soon as he came out."

"What hatred?"

"He injured young master Chen Guiqi at school!"

"The news says he's a healer, so how did he injure the sword cultivator, Young Master Chen?"

"I don't know. This kid is incredibly audacious. How could a lowly, lowly healer dare to do this?"

"That kid just now looked a lot like Zhou Ming!"

"That's perfect. We should kill him too. There should be something valuable on the Order Keeper."

"He's around here! I wonder what he's doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming's face turned cold. He stepped out of the tree hole and looked at the person who had come.

It was the same four men from before, one of whom was carrying the dying woman. When they saw him come out, all four of them were stunned.

Zhou Ming chuckled: "What a coincidence! I'm the healer who injured Chen Guiqi. I heard you've been looking for me?"

"That's right!"

The four men, their faces contorted with bloodlust and ruthlessness, suddenly threw down the woman and surrounded her from four directions: "So you really were here!"

Not a single word wasted.

The two men wielded knives, their figures flashing like ghosts, and slashed down at the head.

One of them started playing a flute, summoning a dense swarm of scorpions whose rustling crawling sound was chilling.

The last person took out a painting, draped it over their body, and transformed into a fierce tiger with piercing eyes.

They are all Level 1 Order beings: two are sword masters, one is a trash summoner, and one is an artist.