“I am a Profession Teacher; I train whoever pays me.
The Kung Fu of the Land Department emphasizes accumulation over time. You have no foundation, you dog's balls; you won't be able to learn anything substantial in just two months.
If you want to quickly form combat power, you must learn the Mystical Object Refinement of my Sea Department.
The Mechanical Energy Hybridization path is too late now. What I'm going to teach you is the Blood Refinement Configuration Method.”
Mo Feisheng stretched his sinewy, ferocious palms, forcing a bloody gash open on his palm.
Scarlet, thick blood continuously surged out from the rift in his palm until it formed a scarlet sphere about the size of a basketball, floating and bobbing in front of Mo Feisheng.
Mo Feisheng clapped his hands together, grasping the sphere formed by the blood, and a strange Sea Blue light emanated from his fingertips.
The sphere of blood floating in the air immediately boiled and twisted, its surface churning with red pearl-like transparent bubbles, gradually being stretched and shaped by Mo Feisheng’s slowly parting hands.
Seconds later, a rapier made entirely of blood appeared in Mo Feisheng’s palm.
He held the sword in one hand, casually adopting a stance with the sword tip pointing up, leaning back in a lunge, then thrust forward while pressing the semi-circular protrusion at the rear of the hilt.
The blood-colored tip of the sword silently split open during the thrust, and venomous, sharp blood projectiles shot out continuously from the tip.
The dense, fine-rain-like barrage of blood projectiles shattered the windows of the small study room. The crimson liquid droplets flowing around hissed as they emitted white smoke, corroding ugly Traces onto the windowsill and floor.
“As long as you are willing to invest vital blood and lifespan, manufacturing Marvelous Weaponry using the Blood Refinement Configuration Method according to existing blueprints is as easy as turning your hand. Then, learn my simple and robust Ascension Flow Fine Rain Thrust, and it will definitely be enough for you to stall the enemy for a moment before you can yell for reinforcements from the Land Department.”
Liang De clapped his hands in sincere admiration: “This Fine Rain Thrust is truly simple and robust; it shakes the Soul.”
“Teacher Mo, whether one lives or dies is too much Metaphysics. Ultimately, the Matter of getting stronger through practice is very Void. Don't other students feel this way?”
Liang De rubbed his chin, his tone full of helplessness.
“Diligence cannot compare to luck in games, and Divine Abilities cannot defeat supreme luck. That is the common sense of this World.
We are Slaves of this World; you are Prisoners of this World. It’s already good enough that we can struggle a bit. Where is there any absolute certainty?
Before transmigration, could you control your own life and death? How did you die in your previous life?”
Mo Feisheng was an old hand who roamed the myriad realms before being Refined Into a Yin Demon Puppet, so he spoke of life and death nonchalantly.
Liang De recalled the bitterness of chugging a double Extra Strong Americano while working overtime before transmigration, and sighed.
“I will practice.”
Mo Feisheng let out a 'heh,' saying no more. Sea Blue light appeared in both his hands as he grabbed the rapier shaped by Blood Refinement, twisting and pressing it until it was compressed into a crystal-clear square USB drive, as if carved from Blood Jade. Ignoring which way the port faced, he raised his hand and slapped it onto Liang De’s forehead.
Liang De’s Consciousness immediately entered a stretch of darkness.
A mass of octopus-like blood light surged in from his brow. The edges of the blood light rippled with countless tentacles, sinking downward and gradually illuminating the root-like network of Meridians in the darkness.
As it descended, the tentacles of the blood-colored light mass continuously detached and merged into the surrounding root-like Meridians, causing Liang De to feel intense heat and itchiness all over his body.
The blood-colored light mass descended, lighting up and dyeing the withered, dim root-like Meridians red. When all the tentacles had detached and vanished, the blood-colored light mass suddenly accelerated downward, sinking into Liang De’s Qi Sea Dantian.
At this point, only a thin Outer Shell remained on the blood-colored light mass, vaguely revealing the Sea Blue crystalline core inside.
Liang De shuddered. The Sea Blue core floating in his Lower Dantian began to spin rapidly, projecting a beam of Sea Blue light upward.
The Meridians that had previously been dyed red also lit up and emitted a faint glow. Before long, a precise blueprint alternating between Sea Blue and Scarlet was projected into Liang De’s mind.
The blueprint in his mind outlined a three-dimensional model of a rapier drawn with extremely fine lines. Text the size of a needle point quietly flickered beside the model—it was the complete, detailed explanation of the Blood Refinement Configuration Method.
“I’ve taught him everything I can. The Blood Refinement Configuration Method uses Illusory Sea Profound Qi As the foundation; it forges artifacts and forges people. Through repeated practice, the essence of the Divine Soul will naturally transform toward an extraordinary level. When the time is right, Entering the Realm Origin will be natural. If the timing is wrong, both Qi and Blood will be depleted, resulting in death. Suicide does not count for points. I have considered everything thoroughly; Lin Baolong, your 50 Merit Points were well spent.”
Mo Feisheng saw that Liang De had woken up and called Lin Baolong, who was waiting outside the door, inside.
“Right now, his Divine Soul and Qi are full, so I have no excuse to act. Later, if he practices until he is Lingering on, half-dead, you can spend another 20 Merit Points to ask me to treat him. I will pretend to check his Meridians using True Qi, use a little too much force, and finish him off. I’m leaving.”
Lin Baolong nodded and helped Liang De up.
Liang De calmed his State of Mind, controlling the Sea Blue core in his Dantian to slowly stop spinning; the illuminated Meridians gradually dimmed.
“As expected of a gold-medal tutoring Teacher. You consider everything for your student, providing high-quality service across the entire cycle, clearly priced, and without deception. Good teachers like Teacher Mo are rare nowadays.”
Lin Baolong ignored Liang De’s Nonsense and said, “Mo Feisheng’s Blood Refinement Configuration Method is extremely easy to master quickly, allowing you to grasp the Method for both injuring enemies and committing suicide in the fastest way possible.”
Liang De smiled: “Regardless of whether I’m happy or not, being alive is never a bad thing. Since you are willing to help me, I am also willing to take a chance.
If I really have to die, I will try my best to commit suicide so that the Land Department’s Merit Points are not wasted.
Grade Leader, if I survive until graduation, will there be a chance to Transmigrate back to my Hometown?”
Lin Baolong held up three fingers. “The high school seniors who survive until the end will participate in the Graduation Trip. No one knows where they go, but it is certain that they leave the Sword Immortal Ruins.
The teachers in the Land Department said that Realm Walker Practitioners who advance to White Tribulation Lower Rank will naturally obtain the qualification and Method for traversing All Realms.
The reason why those of us who advance within the Sword Immortal Ruins do not obtain it is because of the Zhou Tian Jie Jin left behind by Sheng Wuxu.
When Sheng Wuxu’s Lingering Will completely dissipates over time, the blockade will open.
Therefore, the longer you live, the greater the Possibilities you have of Transmigrating back to your Hometown.”
“Is that so? I more or less understand.” Liang De put his hands in his pockets. “Grade Leader, where are we going next? Back to class?”
“I have already communicated with the General Academic Affairs Office. You can skip classes for this week of tutoring and just stay in the Land Department for supplementary lessons.”
Lin Baolong took out his mobile phone with an Army Green Outer Shell. The screen displayed the reply email from the General Academic Affairs Office of Sheng Wuxu Private High School. This application encountered no resistance from other Departments this time. After all, it was only seven days; what could be learned in supplementary tutoring? Was it really that easy to enter the Realm Origin and become a White Tribulation Walker? It was just a difference of dying seven days earlier or seven days later.
“During this week, you must learn the strongest Skill of the Land Department.”