He didn’t ask ordinary classmates, teachers, or even the school leaders to borrow points; this was an idea Zhou Bai had entertained ever since he mastered the art of "Utmost Poverty."
So, until now, he hadn’t asked other cultivators, who were similarly struggling, to lend him points; he only approached Zheng Wentian, Zhou Shan, and Xiao Pei.
But now, cultivation of the Twilight Taoist Skill required sloth points, the improvement of the Primordial Spirit value required sloth points, and the elevation of star points also demanded sloth points.
A massive shortfall had appeared in Zhou Bai’s cultivation; if this continued, he might not become a supreme powerhouse by the time Donghua City’s walls were breached.
Especially the recent appearance of Xiao Pei and his cohort piled an immense pressure on Zhou Bai.
Thus, he finally decided to alter his previous strategy and expand the scope of his harvesting.
Just then, Christina, who was in his sea of consciousness, stretched and yawned as she woke up.
Zhou Bai shared his thoughts with Christina, who shouted in approval, "You should have done this long ago! If you ask me, you should get everyone in Donghua City to lend you a point; can you imagine how strong you’d become?"
"But I fear I’d be beaten to death halfway through the borrowing," Zhou Bai shook his head. "Besides, ordinary people already have it hard enough; how could I have the face to ask them for points?"
"My target for expansion this time are the spies in Xiao Pei’s building."
"Ah?" Christina felt her scalp tingle at the thought of the entire building being full of spies.
She couldn’t help saying, "Isn’t that too dangerous? What if they decide to kill you to silence you?"
"Do you think I would act only now without reason?" Zhou Bai said confidently. "Haven’t you seen me borrowing points from Zhou Shan and Xiao Pei for nearly a month, and they haven’t done anything to me? This shows they are not ready to turn against me yet. The more it is like this time, the less they want to branch out."
"Alright," Christina wavered. "So, how do you plan to borrow?"
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That night, in the small building where Zheng Wentian resided.
You could see Zheng Wentian sitting cross-legged on the ground, in front of him a sparkling and translucent drop of blood, like crystal.
The Golden Armored God General beside him eyed that drop of Divine Blood warily, yet with an undeniable yearning.
This was Immortal Blood, a drop of vital blood from Zheng Wentian’s father, Zi Yang, the Sword Immortal.
Ordinary people taking Immortal Blood would only be influenced by the synchronous effects of the Heavenly Dao, become distorted, and eventually mutate into monsters.
But for divine beings of the Immortal kind, especially those of direct descent and the same bloodline, the side effects of taking this Immortal Blood were greatly reduced, with a much lower chance of being twisted.
Furthermore, after ingesting the Immortal Blood, it would transform the body, strengthen the Primordial Spirit, and even elevate the level of Taoist refinement.
This was a key reason for the fast cultivation speed and strong abilities of divine beings.
At this moment, Zheng Wentian’s cultivation was at the third realm, his Primordial Spirit force already at 3999, and his Taoist refinement degree at 39.9%. His Nine Yang God Figuration was already perfect, and he was merely a step away from the fourth realm.
Probably within the next one or two months, he believed he could make a breakthrough to 40% in his Taoist refinement degree and step into the fourth realm.
But at this moment, he couldn’t wait any longer; therefore, he decided to take his father’s Immortal Blood and strive to break through the bottleneck and step into the fourth realm in one fell swoop.
The Golden Armored God General couldn’t help but suggest, "Young Master, wouldn’t it be better to save this drop of Immortal Blood to aid in advancing to the fifth realm?"
"Zhou Bai has insulted me; this enmity is irreconcilable," Zheng Wentian recalled the frustration over this period of Zhou Bai pestering and borrowing points from him and the image of him coughing up blood in anger.
Although "Utmost Poverty" could prevent him from suspecting the strangeness of the situation, the hatred, indignation, and pain that Zhou Bai had brought him were visceral.
The feeling of being bullied and extorted was deeply etched into Zheng Wentian’s heart.
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To know that Zheng Wentian, who grew up in the Heavenly Court from a young age, had never been bullied this miserably, it was a major blow to his soul.
Every time he thought of Zhou Bai’s smile, he felt like he was going to warp.
"You don’t understand that feeling," Zheng Wentian said coldly, "As long as he’s alive, it’s like there’s a thorn in my heart. I’ll never be able to cultivate in peace again. I’ll never be able to break through to the fourth realm on my own."
"To shatter this Heart Demon, I must break through the fourth realm and kill him with my own hands in the next assessment."
The Golden Armored God General tried to persuade him, "Zhou Bai is highly valued by several members of the Three Pure Dao Sect. If young master kills him..."
"Shut up!"
"I will definitely be able to learn ’All Swords Return to the Sect’, and I am determined to possess the Twilight Taoist Skill," said Zheng Wentian. "With these two Twilight Taoist Skills in hand, the Heavenly Court will certainly protect me for the sake of research, and my father will also stand by my side.
Once I leave Dao School of Donghua, what can they do to me? Will they really make enemies with the immortals who shelter them over a mere mortal?"
Thinking of the feeling that Zheng Wentian simply couldn’t refuse Zhou Bai, the feeling that made him sick, he thought, "Could it be me... Impossible, how could I possibly feel that way?! I have to kill him, once Zhou Bai dies, everything ends."
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Inside the dormitory building, Tina was lying on the couch reading a book.
There was a constant noise coming from downstairs.
She frowned slightly, "What’s going on?"
So, under the power of her Primordial Spirit, she floated up and poked her head out of the window to see what was happening downstairs.
At a glance, she saw Zhou Bai with a chair and table, now sitting downstairs, surrounded by a large group of teachers, with the sounds of conversation and noise coming from their dialogue.
"Zhou Bai again? What’s he doing?"
Tina frowned, and though she detested Zhou Bai, the scene downstairs piqued her curiosity. So she pricked up her ears and listened intently to the teachers’ conversation.
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Zhou Bai slapped the table and shouted at the teacher in front of him, "That’s right. Now is the best time to invest in me."
He stood up and said loudly to the Heavenly Demon spies in front of him, "Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters. I am Zhou Bai, the top talent of Dao School of Donghua today."
"I have the best talent among the students and also Immortal Blood. I even admire myself."
"In the future, I am sure to become one of the top powerhouses of the human race."
"But right now, I’ve run into a bit of trouble with my cultivation; I’ve run out of points to eat."
"If everyone just lends me 100 points so I can eat well every day and cultivate in peace."
"Then when I ascend to immortality in the future, I will definitely take everyone to the Heavenly Court to enjoy blessings and ascend together!"
Christina, listening to his words inside Zhou Bai’s mind, curled her lips and said, "What a load of crap, someone actually believes this?"
"What do you know? They’re all my angel investors, investing in their own futures," Zhou Bai responded mentally. "When I get stronger later, I’ll send them to meet God."
Christina: "What the hell is ’God’?"
Zhou Bai: "Never mind that, I’m just saying whatever."
Christina furrowed her brow, feeling it sounded familiar.
Tina, poking her head out of the window to see what was going on downstairs, also thought the same, "Someone actually believes this?"
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