After tidying up, I returned home.
The sky was already dark.
Wang Qingya was in the kitchen cooking dinner.
Xu Lingjun greeted her and went straight back to the study.
These past few days had been hectic, and along with the discomfort caused by the Yang Replenish, he hadn't had any free time.
At this moment, he finally had the leisure to sit down and seriously delve into the mysterious ability that he hadn't had for long.
To turn fake into real?
It was an extraordinarily magical ability, and if used properly, it could be an unparalleled tool for cultivation.
But surely it has limits…
Just didn't know what the limits were.
Xu Lingjun picked up a notebook and wrote "Nine Yin Scripture" in big bold letters on the cover.
Hmm... this was a forged "Nine Yin Scripture."
He tried to open the notebook but saw no prompts in his eyes.
Is it not possible?
It's not just about lacking Source Value; if it could truly be endowed with origins, there would be a prompt, meaning this fake won't work.
Xu Lingjun tried "Nine Yang Scripture," "Divine Illumination Scripture," "Sunflower Manual," and so on.
None of them worked.
So it seems that casually writing a name and forging a cultivation technique won't work?
Xu Lingjun thought for a while, then picked up a pen and scribbled a lot inside the notebook. He wrote quickly, and after half an hour, the whole notebook was filled to the brim.
Whether it's right or not, at least it's filled with a lot of martial arts knowledge.
Still, there was no response.
Xu Lingjun fell into thought.
It seems my dream of quietly working on secret manuals and secretly becoming the Condor Hero is going to be dashed.
But as for the limitations, I need to conduct more experiments to find out.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.
Wang Qingya had already prepared the meal.
A very sumptuous meal.
Although she was a wealthy heiress with billions, Wang Qingya reportedly didn't know she had a billionaire father until she was sixteen, and her long years of staying in school had honed her culinary skills.
Bitter melon with shredded meat, seaweed egg soup, stir-fried loofah, and kelp pork rib soup.
Two dishes with two soups, simple-looking but with a fragrance that tickled the nose.
"You might be having quite the temper these few days, so I looked up online, and these dishes help reduce heat and soothe too much energy. Eat more."
Wang Qingya looked at Xu Lingjun and subtly said, while adding some food to his bowl.
Xu Lingjun took a bite, and his eyes lit up.
He was used to eating takeout all the time, and even in his poorest and most destitute times, he didn't hesitate to deliver food to get his fill without spending money by eating people's returned takeout orders.
Though unable to order what he wanted was a pity.
But food from outside was greasy compared to the light and stomach-friendly home-cooked meals, and it felt like today's restlessness had eased considerably.
Looks like tonight, before sleeping, I can pop a few more pills.
Xu Lingjun devoured the meal, while Wang Qingya nibbled on a few bites, smiling as she watched Xu Lingjun eat, as if watching him eat was more pleasing than eating herself.
After he ate about 80-90% full.
Xu Lingjun took a breath and nonchalantly asked for leave from Wang Qingya.
Tomorrow would be a whole day of cultural classes, which Wang Qingya was responsible for, so as long as she agreed, skipping wasn't a problem.
Wang Qingya looked seriously at Xu Lingjun for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
But she casually reminded him.
"The focus of the Martial Tao Side and the Technology Side is indeed different, but if you think entering the Martial Tao Side exempts you from learning technological knowledge, you are gravely mistaken. Throughout history, those who have reached the Profound Realm or above have had some understanding of technology or cultural subjects, and being illiterate makes it hard to achieve anything in the Martial Tao; both are complementary, not contradictory. It's just that time and energy are limited, forcing a focus."
With that, not waiting for Xu Lingjun to respond, Wang Qingya said, "Oh, by the way, the bath water is ready; after you're full, go wash up. Leave your dirty clothes there; I'll wash them later."
Then she glanced at Xu Lingjun, "I heard you guys wash your underwear, socks, and outerwear together. I didn't mind before, but now that I'm back, all underwear will be hand-washed, got it?"
"Got it, thanks, Sister Yaya."
Xu Lingjun responded and got up to shower.
As long as she agrees to my leave, I'd wash them with my face if needed.
The next morning, Xu Lingjun left the house early and headed to the bustling street.
This trip had two purposes.
First, to see if he could find that kind-hearted old beggar again. If he could exchange for two more God Demon Level cultivation techniques, who'd care about the Dragon Gate Exam? I might directly become a mentor at the Four Great Martial Mansions.
Second…
The Dragon Gate Exam was nearing.
On Blue Star, the importance of the Dragon Gate Exam far surpassed that of the high school entrance exam from the past. Failing the high school exam might still allow for a comeback, but failing the Dragon Gate Exam meant losing the opportunity to rise above everyone else for life.
Even being a billionaire wouldn't matter.
When facing a Martial Artist, you're inherently a level lower.
This treacherous Extraordinary Cosmos and Blue Star's perilous situation mean those who enter higher academies boast a status unmatched by merchants or politicians.
For this reason.
The lively street was filled with Dragon Gate Exam-related information. This was a national event, almost the entire Great Xia Empire focused on it.
Many martial schools had hung banners.
"Primordial Form Intention Tai Chi Sect, helping you with three years of exams, five years of practice, Dragon Gate 100-day prep!"
"Seven-day special training, guaranteed success, sending you to the Four Great Martial Mansions, we can sign a contract, refund ten times the fee if unsuccessful!"
"Worried about the Dragon Gate Exam? We have advanced cultivation techniques, exclusive mentors, everything you want; if you dare to dream, nothing is impossible. Returns from investments start at ten thousand Xia Coins."
Martial schools were somewhat like cram schools from the past.
They let students learn things not taught in regular schools, broaden their horizons, and prepare them to face the harsh realities of human society.
Unfortunately, the quality of martial schools varied greatly.
There were some with real skills, such as veterans retiring from cosmic battlefields, truly possessing deadly skills.
Their Martial Skills might not be high-level, but their rich experience could save lives in critical moments… Sadly, such schools were less than one-tenth in number, and their fees were prohibitively high, beyond average families' reach.
Most so-called martial schools were just scams.
Otherwise, Wang Qingya wouldn't have called them charlatans.
Like this one in front…
Four or five martial school disciples in training attire stood at the door shouting at the top of their lungs, along with two pretty young ladies flaunting long, pale legs, holding a banner.
They loudly claimed a three-day guaranteed success, a seven-day realm upgrade, full refund if they failed, "don't miss this opportunity!"
Of course, having lived two lifetimes, Xu Lingjun knew these tricks too well... Before paying, you're treated like royalty, everything seems great; after paying, you're like a servant, hoping for a refund?
This type of martial school might not excel in anything else, but they're great at legal battles; reportedly, half their annual revenue goes into maintaining that group of lawyers.
In fact, Qingzhou City wasn't that big.
Who's real or fake, it's apparent to anyone not foolish, so these disciples shouted for ages, yet the passersby still passed by, completely ignoring them.
Until they noticed the eyes of those two bright-eyed girls, cheeks flushed, staring forward…
They realized someone had been quietly observing them for a while.
Noticing he'd been seen.
He stepped forward with a slightly shy smile, looking every bit the fresh and naïve young boy.
"Um… can I ask, are your Martial Skills genuine?"