Zhou Bai’s current realm was the second realm, the Polar Extreme.
Normally, the Primordial Spirit value should be between 2000 and 3000.
But because he practiced the Original Daozang, the difficulty of elevating his understanding greatly decreased, allowing him to reach the second realm when his Primordial Spirit value was just over a thousand.
Now his Primordial Spirit value was also only a little over 1300.
That is to say, Zhou Bai would have to spend a lot of time and Spirit Value to raise his Primordial Spirit value to continue improving his star points.
So Zhou Bai thought about it and decided to first learn the skill All Swords Return to Origin after completing his fifth star point using Spirit Value.
’First learn All Swords Return to Origin using Spirit Value, see the effect of this Twilight Taoist Skill, then consider fully raising my Primordial Spirit value.’
’Speaking of which, in a month, Christina and Aisha should have made progress too, Elsa might even have completed the Original Daozang 01 by then, and at that time, I could sell the Original Daozang 01 and get 500,000 Spirit Value.’
In the dream, Jiaojiao was somewhat surprised as she observed Zhou Bai at the moment: "Didn’t expect the learning speed to become faster?"
"Could it be a case of slow accumulation leading to a sudden success?"
However, Jiaojiao also shook her head: "But counting the time, it’s still too late, the first Stele wasted too much time, looking at his current learning speed, it’s only about the same as those of the Immortal gods."
After one hour had finally passed, Jiaojiao, somewhat listless, nodded at the two and waved a hand, already having pushed Zhou Bai and Zheng Wentian out of the dream.
Zheng Wentian woke from the dream still carrying the mental strain and tension, really wanting to return to the dream right now to continue cultivating All Swords Return to Origin.
He knew this was a negative impact on the mind created during the process of cultivating Twilight Taoist Skills, and he could only try his best to suppress it.
Beside him, Zhou Bai, however, stood up unaffected, looked at Zheng Wentian, and said, "Old Zheng, why are you sitting there stupidly? Let’s go eat?"
Zheng Wentian suddenly opened his eyes wide, eyes full of bloodshot, feeling like his Primordial Spirit power was about to become chaotic, looking at Zhou Bai he felt both anxious and irritated.
"Calm your mind and don’t think wildly."
Zheng Wentian felt a hand suddenly press on his forehead, a gentle Primordial Spirit power flowed into his sea of consciousness, helping him settle his mind and stabilize his mental state.
Just as he felt his mood gradually become more peaceful, a grating voice once again appeared in his ear.
"Elder Sun, what’s wrong with Old Zheng?" Zhou Bai circled Zheng Wentian and said: "How could he become like this all of a sudden? Sigh, I think his level of consciousness is too low.
But can he still eat? I’m waiting for him to join me for the meal."
"How about this, Old Zheng, give me your points card first, and I’ll wait for you in the cafeteria."
Pfft!
Seeing Zheng Wentian suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, Zhou Bai exclaimed: "What’s wrong? How did he suddenly become like this? Elder Sun, after someone dies, will the points card be canceled?"
Zheng Wentian suddenly widened his eyes, staring intently at Zhou Bai, the blood vessels in his eyes seeming to pulsate, startling Zhou Bai.
"Close your eyes," Elder Sun said from behind Zheng Wentian. "Zhou Bai, you talk less. I think with a few more words from you, he might just mutate. You better leave first, don’t wait for him."
Zhou Bai helplessly sighed, slowly leaving under Elder Sun’s gaze, thinking to himself: ’I missed out on 200 points, darn it.’
Zhou Bai was in great need of points now, seeing as patient number one was ill and couldn’t be fleeced, he decided he absolutely couldn’t let patient number two slip by.
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As soon as Zhou Shan left the office, cold sweat started to drip.
Because he saw Zhou Bai squatting outside, and the moment he appeared, Zhou Bai looked up and smiled: "Fate is truly indescribable."
"What a coincidence to meet you again, Teacher Zhou," Lv Chongyang said.
Zhou Shan turned around, intending to go back inside, but then he heard Zhou Bai’s voice, like a fiendish melody, penetrating his ears and forcibly stopping his actions.
"Could you lend me some points for food, Teacher Zhou? I’m nearly starved to death."
Zhou Shan glared, looking at Zhou Bai’s oily, radiant skin and strong physique, which hardly seemed like he was starving.
Yet, involuntarily, he answered, "Fine, I’ll lend them to you."
No sooner had he spoken these words, Zhou Shan couldn’t help but start regretting them, screaming in his mind, "Why? Why, Zhou Shan?! Why did you go soft again?"
He couldn’t help but glare at Zhou Bai, thinking to himself, "Why do I always go soft and can’t help but lend him points every time he asks?"
"Come to think of it, my surname is Zhou, and so is his."
"This kid does look a bit like me when I was younger."
"Could it be I..."
Under the influence of dire poverty, the person involved would never notice their own odd behavior, and so their thoughts naturally sought various excuses for their oddity—this was the instinct of thinking.
Just like Zheng Wentian before, and now Zhou Shan. Because they had to give face to the dire poverty, their brains started brainstorming reasons, even unconsciously accepting these reasons.
While Zhou Shan was lost in his chaotic thoughts, Lv Chongyang happened to come out and, seeing Zhou Shan and Zhou Bai together, curiously asked, "Zhou Bai? Why are you free to hang around here? Is the special training class that easy? You didn’t skip class again, did you?"
Seeing Lv Chongyang’s face growing serious, Zhou Bai hurriedly said, "Don’t wrong me, Teacher Lv, I’ve been attending classes on time every day at the special training class."
"As long as you’re attending on time," Lv Chongyang nodded, then asked with some confusion, "Do you need something from Teacher Zhou Shan?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Zhou Bai nodded hastily: "I have something to discuss with Teacher Zhou, so please go ahead to your class, Teacher Lv."
Lv Chongyang looked at the two men strangely, but considering his class was about to start, he left for his lesson.
"Let’s go, then. It’s my treat," Zhou Shan said.
At the same time, Zhou Shan grabbed Zhou Bai’s hand, who gave a soft grunt and withdrew his hand, looking at the needle-sized wound and said, "Teacher, why is your hand prickly?"
"Oh, I’ve been a bit excessive in cultivating Sword Qi lately, sometimes it even emanates from my hand."
Zhou Shan, using the power of his Primordial Spirit, made sure to preserve the few drops of Zhou Bai’s fresh blood on his palm without disturbing them, thinking to himself, "Perhaps I should have it tested. Does this kid have any blood relation to me after all?"
But Zhou Bai furrowed his brow, feeling that Zhou Shan’s actions were somewhat strange, worried that the Heavenly Demon spy might have done something to him. He went straight back to 20 minutes prior, borrowed the other’s points card and ran, not giving either of them a chance for further talk.
Zhou Shan watched Zhou Bai flee and shook his head: "Even the way he runs is similar to me. Could it really be a blood kin’s intuition?"
After swiping Zhou Shan’s points, Zhou Bai didn’t stop again, acutely feeling the insufficiency of his laziness value, or rather, the insufficiency of points.
"With such immense stress from the ’Heavenly Demons,’ continuing at this slow pace, my progress is just too slow."
Even though Zhou Bai’s rate of progress was in fact very rapid, so rapid that it was somewhat unbelievable.
But when he thought about humanity’s collapse and the countless people surrendering to the Heavenly Demons, he felt that he was still far too weak.
So an ambitious idea once again slowly rose in his mind.
’Expanding the sheepfold is imperative.’