【Feeling the competitive spirit from the sect elder's personal disciple, surpass him and become the top disciple under the elder's tutelage!】
【Mission issued: Outperform everyone in the next monthly sect competition and become the number one disciple under the current elder】
Alright, alright, the fire's lit now.
The long-absent "System Bro" has finally dropped a new non-daily mission today.
Truth be told, System Bro updates daily missions every day, allowing Lin Mo to earn Qi-Nurturing Pills.
But System Bro isn’t exactly a chatterbox.
The history class afterward was much more relaxed.
It covered topics from agrarian economies to commercial economies.
The material was more complex than middle school history but also far more engaging.
Good students don’t neglect any subject.
In later years, high schoolers could choose their specialized subjects before the college entrance exams, but for now, it was just a rigid split between arts and sciences.
After school in the afternoon,
Lin Mo stretched lazily. As expected, he could keep up with the current level of studies—just like in his past life, it was manageable for an average person.
But with learning, the moment you slack off, it’s game over.
"What should I eat tonight?" Lin Mo mused, chin in hand.
The most persistent dilemmas in his daily life were undoubtedly: what to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
These were humanity’s ultimate struggles.
While he was still slumped over his desk, undecided about dinner, Jiang Yunlu returned, holding an exquisitely packed lunchbox.
"Aren’t you going to eat?" Jiang Yunlu tilted her head, asking.
Lin Mo remained sprawled on the desk. "Don’t know what to eat yet. Still thinking. No rush."
Jiang Yunlu hesitated, then offered her lunchbox.
"Want some of mine?"
I can always eat something else at home anyway.
That was her inner thought, left unspoken—it would’ve sounded odd if voiced.
Lin Mo waved her off. "Nah, you barely have enough for yourself. Why give me half?"
Dinner was meant to replenish the energy spent in the afternoon.
How could a mighty cultivator deprive a mortal of half their meal?
Besides, Lin Mo wasn’t starving—he just couldn’t decide what to eat.
At that moment, Chu Miaomiao also arrived after picking up her dinner.
Her meal was actually takeout ordered by Chu Lintian.
It was always delivered around the same time, left at the security booth for Chu Miaomiao to collect after class.
But today, she carried three lunchboxes, as if her appetite had skyrocketed.
Upon entering the classroom, though, she placed two of them on Lin Mo’s desk.
"My mom said these are for you. You eat a lot, so you’ll probably finish them, right?"
Lin Mo hadn’t expected Auntie Chu to directly feed him—likely a gesture of gratitude.
So he accepted, replying calmly, "Please thank Auntie Chu for me. But don’t bring more tomorrow. I like exploring the food options near school. Getting fed like this would rob me of the joy of choice."
Chu Miaomiao didn’t argue, simply nodding. "Okay, I’ll let her know."
With that, she carefully made her way to her seat.
Lin Mo thought for a moment, then took out his phone to text Chu Lintian—thanking her for the meal and explaining his reasons, just as he’d told Chu Miaomiao.
Text messages weren’t instant like WeChat, so a quick reply wasn’t expected.
When he glanced back at Jiang Yunlu, her expression had darkened.
But Lin Mo didn’t comment, simply digging into the food.
One box contained shredded chicken with sweet-and-sour pork, the other roasted pork with barbecued pork.
Both were boneless and packed with rice.
Lin Mo checked the logo on the boxes—a well-known restaurant near campus.
The food was good, but not exactly cheap—over thirty bucks per box.
Not that Lin Mo cared about the price. He just ate.
Finally, Jiang Yunlu couldn’t hold back. "Why did Chu Miaomiao bring you food?"
Lin Mo didn’t look up. "Her family used to be my neighbors. Now that we’re in the same class, they’re just looking out for me."
He’d used this excuse with Fang Jun before.
The gossip had died down somewhat—after all, Fang Jun was the intel hub of Class 8, Grade 1. Once he spread word, it traveled fast.
Lin Mo wasn’t sure if Jiang Yunlu had heard, so he repeated it.
He’d also told Chu Miaomiao to keep things simple: just say they were former neighbors. That way, no one would overanalyze their closeness or spin romantic rumors.
High school was a breeding ground for shipping—whether straight, gay, or otherwise.
But Lin Mo wasn’t a proctologist. He didn’t get the obsession.
Hearing this, Jiang Yunlu’s face still clouded, but she stayed quiet, nibbling her food in silence.
When Wang Qin returned from her meal, she immediately noticed Jiang Yunlu’s sour mood.
Without even sitting down, she dragged Jiang Yunlu to the restroom.
"Yunlu, did Lin Mo upset you again?"
Jiang Yunlu squirmed. "Don’t make assumptions. No one upset me."
Wang Qin smirked. This girl—her mouth is the toughest part of her.
"Then why the long face?"
From a distance, she saw Lin Mo carrying the empty lunchboxes to Chu Miaomiao’s desk, then taking her bag and trash out to dump.
The pieces clicked.
"Ohhh, so it’s jealousy. I heard Chu Miaomiao and Lin Mo grew up together—childhood sweethearts, huh?"
Jiang Yunlu tensed. "Childhood sweethearts. Childhood sweethearts." She repeated the phrase twice.
Wang Qin patted her shoulder. "Relax. How many childhood sweethearts actually end up together? The childhood friend never wins against the sudden newcomer. You’ve got nothing to worry about."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
Just then, a boisterous group of boys swaggered into the classroom.
"Bro Strong, you’re insane! You just walked up and asked those girls for their numbers like it was nothing!"
"But Bro Strong, why not go for the one next to her? That one was way prettier!"
Lin Mo reentered the room as the crowd passed.
At the center was Gao Yuanqiang—dubbed the "Love God of Class 8."
Tall, handsome, and charismatic, he’d have been the class heartthrob if not for Lin Mo’s arrival.
But his romantic entanglements were legendary—countless flings from freshman to senior year.
Thankfully, he never pursued girls in his own class, claiming, "A rabbit doesn’t eat the grass by its burrow."
Lin Mo later realized: messing with other classes was manageable, but dating within your own meant three years of drama.
Rumor had it Gao Yuanqiang once stole a college guy’s long-distance girlfriend.
The guy traveled back just to stab him.
No one knew how that ended.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
