Spiritual Power Insulation

The campus under the night sky was peaceful and serene. Streetlamps cast warm halos on the stone-paved path. Chen Guan, carrying his coffin on his back, walked at a leisurely pace, reviewing the gathering he had just attended in his mind.

An Changqing's charisma and organizational skills were unquestionable. In just a short time, he had managed to gather some of the core members of the Tianshu Class. Although it was only a superficial exchange, it was enough to show his prestige among this group of people.

Su Yuehe was lively and cheerful, a great mood-maker.

Long Ao was a lone wolf; his strength was unknown, but he was clearly not to be underestimated.

Zhao Qingyin was aloof, Wang Hanyue was honest and simple, Li Muxue was distant, Zhou Tong was cautious, and Sun Miao was timid...

These people had different personalities, but to be invited by An Changqing, they at least weren't pure troublemakers like Liu Feiyu.

In other words... they were decent enough to get along with.

Huaqing University required students to perform regular tasks, which could be exchanged for relevant rewards. When the time came, he might need to team up with others, and these classmates from the Tianshu Class were naturally all his potential teammates.

Sys began its broadcast: "Current Popularity Points: 1537. It is recommended that the host consider redeeming [Basic Meditation Introduction (White)] to prepare for tomorrow's classes, or continue saving up to redeem more practical skills or attribute points."

"Save them for now." Chen Guan shook his head. The spiritual power course didn't start until tomorrow, so there was no rush.

Moreover, a white-quality meditation introduction would likely have limited effects. He needed more popularity points to redeem more crucial items or deal with unexpected situations.

Abilities, attribute points... these were what he urgently needed.

Returning to Room 304, his main body was safe and sound. After completing the routine care, Chen Guan didn't rest immediately. Instead, he picked up the book "Basics of Spiritual Power and Introduction to Energy Sensing" again and read late into the night.

He had to fill in his theoretical gaps as soon as possible.

It wasn't until the dead of night that he closed the book and rubbed his temples. The theories were obscure and profound, with many concepts vastly different from what he knew in his past life, making them difficult to grasp.

Fortunately, his comprehension skills from living two lifetimes allowed him to barely keep up.

Lying on his floor bed, Chen Guan stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow would be the first real lesson of the school term.

What would Situ Ming teach in the Basic Superpower Theory class he was personally instructing? And what would the physical combat class taught by that "Iron Face" instructor, Li Yan, be like?

Then there was that coffin... Situ Ming seemed to have noticed something but didn't pry into it. Instead, he had offered a certain degree of protection, along with his special courses.

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, Chen Guan gradually fell into a light sleep.

The next morning, Chen Guan woke up early, feeling refreshed. His 3.2 stamina, combined with the enhanced body control from [Basic Physical Combat Mastery], made him feel better than ever.

After carefully tending to his main body as usual, he changed into his school uniform, put the coffin on his back, and headed to the lecture hall in the Tianshu Building.

When he walked into the classroom, quite a few people were already seated. The twenty or so students of the Tianshu Class had mostly arrived and were scattered around. An Changqing and a few familiar classmates sat in the front row.

Long Ao was still in a seat near the back. Liu Feiyu and his lackeys sat on the other side, rolling their eyes unabashedly when they saw Chen Guan enter.

Chen Guan found a seat toward the middle-back and stood the coffin up beside him. This spot offered a good view without drawing too much attention. Chen Guan didn't want his life to be filled with people like Liu Feiyu picking fights.

Soon, the class bell rang.

A deep purple figure appeared silently on the podium like a ghost. It was Situ Ming.

The classroom instantly fell so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Situ Ming's calm gaze swept over the audience. Without any nonsense, he began his lecture directly: "Today, we will cover the first lesson of Basic Superpower Theory. What is energy?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a strange rhythm that easily captured everyone's attention.

"All things in the world possess energy. The growth of plants is the energy of life; the burning of fire is the energy of light and heat; the surging of rivers is kinetic energy. And the spiritual power that we superpowered individuals sense, guide, and utilize is the most primal, universal, and mysterious form of energy in the universe."

"Spiritual power is formless and intangible, filling heaven and earth and flowing ceaselessly. It is not created out of thin air but circulates according to deeper rules."

As Situ Ming spoke, he raised his right hand.

There was no light or special effect above his palm, but everyone could feel the surrounding air seemingly distort slightly. An indescribable, gentle yet vast presence spread out.

"Sensing spiritual power is the first step for a superpowered individual. You do not use your eyes or ears, but your heart, your mind, and the innate but dormant spiritual sense you were born with."

He withdrew his hand, and the strange sensation disappeared with it.

"The strength and nature of your spiritual sense determine the range and precision of your spiritual power perception."

"Enhancement-type spiritual senses are mostly solid and restrained, elemental-type senses are mostly active and outgoing, and mental-type senses are mostly ethereal and formless... This is the general rule, though there are exceptions."

Situ Ming's explanation was profound yet easy to understand, combining abstract concepts with actual perception and case studies. He even called on a few students from different types on the spot, asking them to describe their feelings when they first sensed spiritual power, and then provided commentary and elaboration.

An Changqing was called on, and he described his sensation as "like warm light flowing through my limbs and bones, accompanied by faint murmurs."

Situ Ming nodded slightly: "A typical characteristic of the Mythological type, communicating with the laws of heaven and earth."

When it was Chen Guan's turn, Situ Ming's gaze fell on him: "Chen Guan, have you sensed anything?"

Everyone's eyes turned toward him. A specially recruited student, a weirdo carrying a coffin who had never shown any spiritual power—how would he answer?

Chen Guan stood up, his face calm.

He had indeed tried to sense it according to the methods in the book, but he found nothing. This alternate body of his seemed truly insulated from spiritual power.

"To answer the teacher, I... have not clearly sensed it," he replied truthfully.

Low murmurs of discussion rang out in the classroom, and Liu Feiyu even let out a sneer.

Situ Ming showed no surprise on his face and merely asked, "Then, carrying this coffin while walking, sitting, and resting, do you have any special feelings?"

Chen Guan's heart stirred. He thought for a moment and said, "I haven't felt anything."

"Haven't..." Situ Ming chewed on the word, his gaze falling on the black iron coffin, deep in thought. "Perhaps your perception is not directed toward spiritual power."

To be honest, he was quite curious about Chen Guan's ability.

A person with no spiritual power who could sprint while carrying a ten-thousand-year black iron coffin on his back—he had never heard of such an ability.

However, abilities were considered a person's privacy. If Chen Guan didn't offer the information, Situ Ming couldn't easily pry.

"Sit down." Situ Ming did not explain further. "The path of perception varies from person to person. Finding your own way is the right path."