I, the public enemy

Chapter 3 Heavenly Council

At Yuangao High School, the students of Class 3, Grade 12 are having a flying sword lesson in the gymnasium.

The floor has a clear, bright finish, and the equipment is complete.

Under the guidance of the flying sword master, the students began to activate the smart chip implanted in the back of their necks, which assisted in releasing the spiritual energy in their dantian to guide the flying sword and complete the actions of picking, flicking, slashing, and stabbing.

These flying swords are unsharpened and are teaching aids made of composite wood. They have inscribed circuits that are easier for beginners to draw upon with spiritual energy.

Only those who aspire to a higher level will choose to practice using the ancient methods. After all, most people study only to find a good job, and automated programming is sufficient.

Rather than training in sword control, it's more about enhancing the compatibility between the student and the chip.

However, a small number of students still choose to practice their exercises in the traditional way.

These people are called "hand-printing monsters." Even the most intelligent chips have time delays and command deviations from their hosts, especially in complex battle situations.

Ordinary students don't need to consider these things. If they want to achieve higher goals, they must use their hands. Chips would interfere with their actions.

The original owner was a very obsessive and hardworking person. Even though he was not very talented, he insisted on rubbing things by hand. He read paper textbooks and had pseudo-spiritual roots. He did not have a chip implanted in the back of his neck.

It seems to be a natural evolution that, in the special ecological environment inside the makeshift hospital, those with spiritual roots account for 0.3% of the total population, which is already an extremely exaggerated number.

The education provided in makeshift hospitals is selective, and so is childbirth, which naturally leads to this phenomenon.

Wang Qing saw a group of students around him skillfully releasing their spiritual energy to control their flying swords, their invisible true energy manipulating objects from a distance, and the chip module behind their necks flashing a red dot, indicating that it was in operation.

He didn't dare to stand out too much, and completed the movements meticulously.

I've already paid off my online loans and still have 400,000 yuan left.

He was thinking about terrorists.

Inside the makeshift hospital, the anti-terrorism unit is a very mysterious entity. It is directly managed by the central government of the makeshift hospital, and local authorities cannot interfere in handling cases. They act first and report later, and are extremely arrogant and domineering, truly a superior group.

The original owner of this body had already become involved with the demonic path.

Wang Qing tried to find websites that listed his own cultivation techniques, but the links were no longer working. Why those people had their own methods, how they obtained them, and whether they were from an organization created by one of his demon generals remained a mystery.

I'm just hoping those people will come to me on their own.

Wang Qing had long ago crushed the original body's primordial spirit and plundered all its memories. Although the original body had used encrypted methods to browse the dark web without leaving a trace, it was unknown whether it could be hidden from the cyber police.

It's dangerous for the counter-terrorism forces to come knocking. Those guys are equipped with immortal battle armor. Wang Qing hasn't seen it in person yet, only on short videos. The fully armed mechs with alloy structures are incredibly cool. They are the pinnacle of technology, combining all the cutting-edge technologies of the spiritual energy industry. They can increase a cultivator's combat power exponentially, making them extremely terrifying.

Even Wang Qing felt that this armor was somewhat abnormal after watching the short video.

"Dude, I've found out if you've been possessed, fuck."

Liu Ziwen used his chip to control the flying sword and spoke to Wang Qing. This guy broke through to the third level of Qi Refining half a month ago, going from the bottom of the class to a top student. He ranked in the top fifty in the last monthly exam. There are more than a thousand students in the senior year. Is it reasonable for him to catch up with several hundred places in one go?

His aura is inexplicably strange; just looking at his posture, you can tell he's incredibly powerful! Plus, he's kind of handsome, yet he acts all high and mighty like a stunner—he's such a pretentious guy.

"That's right. In my previous life, I was a powerful figure in the cultivation world. I was framed by a villain and reincarnated five hundred times to hear my revenge plan."

Wang Qing frantically studied internet memes and jokes in order to disguise himself as a local more closely.

"Don't utter such idiotic lines with that cold face! Which blogger's videos have you been watching lately? Recommend one! Please!"

Liu Ziwen's eyes were full of enthusiasm. He had short, messy hair and wasn't particularly handsome, but he was clean-cut and had a standard build.

Paying for knowledge.

All the techniques and methods require payment, but the methods taught in the school are already included in the tuition.

It's not that textbook versions are rubbish. The mental cultivation methods, techniques, and Taoist arts combinations developed by experts within educational groups are far superior to what ordinary people randomly buy online.

Only by owning the property rights to a method can one have the capital to succeed in the education industry.

Besides.

There are ways to learn some cultivation techniques for free.

Those are cultivation families or martial arts schools that have their own unique methods. In order to generate revenue, they often choose to open accounts on short video platforms and post videos every day to teach some basic techniques. If you want to advance to higher levels, you have to pay money to buy them. The most basic level starts at 100,000 yuan. There is no such thing as getting a bargain.

Both electronic and paper versions of the teachings have unique serial numbers. Illegally distributing them without a purchase record infringes on intellectual property rights. If caught during inspections or using them at work or in other situations, you will face lawsuits, imprisonment, and huge compensation.

The reason Liu Ziwen could imagine that Wang Qing, a bottom-of-the-barrel student, could become strong so quickly must be because he had come across some conscientious bloggers, and the competition among these bloggers was quite fierce.

"I've been watching Rabbit Gummy Sauce's videos lately."

To be honest, Wang Qing really likes this blogger's videos and likes every single one.

"Holy crap... Gummy Sauce! Isn't that that blogger? I'm serious, can I pay? Two hundred yuan, okay?"

Although Liu Ziwen also liked the gummy candy sauce, he valued cultivation more and envied Wang Qing, whose score had skyrocketed.

He had long since realized this, claiming to have glimpsed the Dao of Heaven. He had always been a madman and a Dao fanatic. He believed that the current civilized society was just a dark forest that had been embellished, and that one must have power to annihilate everything!

"We're all classmates, there's no need to talk about money. If I had to say which blogger has helped my cultivation, it would only be Fairy Yu Su."

Wang Qing spoke with a straight face and no expression.

"Isn't she still a beautiful live-streaming e-commerce influencer? Wow, even though people are sexually repressed these days, you're way too repressed."

Liu Ziwen was speechless. Nowadays, many companies in the fields of alchemy and weapon crafting hire beautiful women to do live-streaming sales in order to gain traffic. Fairy Yu Su is currently a top-tier, albeit borderline, influencer in Cangzhou.

Wang Qing had recently learned a set of "top-level mental techniques" and started reciting them.

"Without suppression, hatred will never cease. Without indulgence, what difference is there between the strong and the weak? Without suppression, all sentient beings are afflicted. Without indulgence, dreams and illusions are empty. Without suppression, fear and anxiety rise and fall impermanently. Without indulgence, all actions are devoid of vitality."

Wang Qing has become a pop culture enthusiast, perfectly integrated into the makeshift hospital.

Inside the makeshift hospital, a female student opposite Wang Qing, who was controlling a flying sword, was disgusted by the following remarks and gave him a disdainful look.

Liu Ziwen's face was covered in sweat, and he looked like a lecherous devil.

Just now.

The divine sense alarm in the stadium began to blare sharply.

"Um?"

Wang Qing reacted immediately. His divine soul, which was at the Supreme Realm, was still intact. Although his sea of ​​consciousness was depleted, he could still feel the powerful pressure of his sea of ​​consciousness pressing down from the top of the sky.

All the students put aside their training tasks and looked around.

The sound was so intense that it not only enveloped the stadium, but also a large surrounding area. Countless alarms were activated simultaneously, and the shrill sound waves were like steel knives scraping against eardrums, the demonic sound piercing the brain.

Some students experienced dizziness, all of them plugging their ears and turning ashen-faced.

This kind of thing is not common, or even rare.

The central area of ​​the makeshift hospital is also known as the Heavenly Council, which is composed of many oligopolistic enterprises/sects that hold a monopoly position.

Driven by the Heavenly Council, development at all levels is promoted, and a dialogue platform is provided for all local governments and large enterprises, making it an important vehicle for multilateralism.

The Heavenly Court Security Council coordinates responses to global challenges posed by natural disasters, calamities, powerful demons, and demonic terrorists.

Although local governments have a certain degree of autonomy, when it comes to important matters, every level and every state must strictly abide by the laws of Heaven.

In the Heavenly Court's laws, there are regulations on information security management. Illegally using divine consciousness and disrupting public order are serious crimes. Depending on the purpose, spying on others' privacy, long-term surveillance, and stealing trade secrets all warrant labor reform.

That's right, the makeshift prison system is also a commercial activity.

Specific divine consciousness and indiscriminate divine consciousness are different methods of sentencing.

Without official permission, an operation covering an area exceeding one square kilometer is far more alarming and could be considered a terrorist activity, punishable by death and implicated individuals, on charges such as threatening public safety or stealing military secrets.

Liu Ziwen pressed his temples, the intense tinnitus was unbearable even with his ears plugged. An unknown pressure from his sea of ​​consciousness was pouring down from the top of his head, along with a buzzing alarm, all aimed at his primordial spirit. He had never seen anything like this in his seventeen years of life.

Wang Qing was on high alert because he had ties to the demonic path—or rather, he was a transmigrated demonic giant—and his situation was very dangerous; the demons might be after him.

Fortunately, the alarm quickly stopped, the buzzing gradually subsided, and the stadium returned to calm. After a long silence, nothing happened.

All the students breathed a sigh of relief, having initially thought it was some kind of terrorist attack by members of the demonic sect.

The flying sword teacher's forehead was covered in cold sweat; he was even more frightened than his students, and his legs were trembling.

With his experience, he knew the situation better. It was usually a terrorist with profound magical powers who was on the run, passing by in the sky and interfering with the anti-terrorism forces' vision and hearing. This was something that happened only once every few decades. Something terrible must have happened in Gray Core City today!

Amid the students' commotion.

The teacher soon received a call from above and immediately notified all students that school would be dismissed early today, and the evening self-study session on spiritual energy cultivation would be canceled.

The previously rather subdued atmosphere was broken by a few cheers.

The senior year of high school is so tough that there is no such thing as a holiday. Students have to take time off in lieu of a break. The pressure is off the charts, and a few boys even take off their shirts and swing them around while shouting "Awesome!"

But most people still looked numb. Anyone with a bit of ambition would spend money in the quiet room of the school's spiritual vein to practice breathing exercises and condense true essence to consolidate their cultivation, whenever they had free time. Everyone was busy, which meant that no one was taking a break.

Liu Ziwen really wanted to befriend Wang Qing today, and he happened to have some free time due to an unexpected situation.

Far High School is a prestigious high school in Graycore City, and its students only hang out with people from similar backgrounds.

It's already quite good that Wang Qing's parents can afford the high school tuition for his siblings, but in Yuanyue, they are only at the very bottom of the food chain.

There were many people with similar family backgrounds to the original owner, who were the greatest common denominator in the school. However, the original owner had a mental illness, was paranoid and indifferent, had no friends, and had been alone for three years of high school.

"Hey bro, wanna join my gang?"

Liu Ziwen invited him over, and Wang Qing had obviously encountered some opportunity. The guy who used to be so unapproachable was now so cheerful, so cheerful that it was almost unbelievable. He must have encountered something great.

"Let's talk about it when your club is about to be disbanded."

Wang Qing left without looking back, deciding to return to the low-rent housing to continue investigating how the original owner learned about his magic method. Since those people knew about his magic method, they must have some connection with him.

Although my current cultivation level is low and I am unable to perform the unparalleled imperial techniques and external body techniques, anyone who has practiced my methods is my "avatar".

Even if one cannot completely control oneself and become a puppet, with a little skill, one can still force the execution of one's own orders for a short period of time.

"What the hell is this a disbanded club?! You think this is some kind of school sports anime?!"

Liu Ziwen got the joke; I'm truly impressed.

"Isn't it suspicious?"

A girl approached Liu Ziwen, her finger resting on her chin, her gaze fixed on Wang Qing's departing figure.

Suddenly a girl started talking to him. Liu Ziwen didn't react at first and turned his head to look.

Anzhi?

Isn't this the campus celebrity who ranked fourth in the last monthly exam?

She was dressed provocatively, wearing hot pants and a gray tank top, her abs and V-line clearly visible. She had a wild, wheat-colored complexion, light freckles around her nose, and her black hair tied in a high ponytail. She was tall and slender, with legs that were sharply defined. She was quite popular.

An Zhifeng's eyes were narrowed, and something was very wrong.

Liu Ziwen said that Wang Qing was repressed, but he was actually more repressed. The goddess-level person suddenly talking to him caught him off guard. He couldn't even stand up straight, and he turned to the side, not knowing where to put his hands, touching his neck, and said, "Uh-huh."

"You noticed it too? He actually countered that divine sense that had enveloped an unknown distance the moment before, and concealed himself immediately."

One cannot open the sea of ​​consciousness until one reaches the Foundation Establishment stage.

However, An Zhi possesses magical artifacts, and as long as they are not offensive and are defensive in nature, Heavenly Court law allows them to be worn in public.

The magic weapon in the makeshift hospital is no longer something like a sword or a banner. The watch on An Zhi's left wrist can automatically identify the source of a threat and accurately generate a shield to neutralize the attack. It also has the function of divine sense detection to defend against and counterattack.

Because the range of divine sense from that unknown source was too wide, its effectiveness decreased, so the strongest divine sense signal detected by Anzhi's watch actually came from Wang Qing.

A guy at the third level of Qi Refining... actually opened up his Sea of ​​Consciousness? And the intensity warning exceeded the upper limit of the watch's Foundation Establishment Perfection threshold, it's off the charts! What's his background? This is unbelievable.

Furthermore, An Zhi was quite certain that he didn't have any magical treasures on him, and his cheap clothes and shabby appearance didn't seem like something he could afford, let alone have a high-end prosthetic body implanted. Her watch was a high-end luxury item, and it was almost impossible for it to be wrong.

"Countermeasures?"

Liu Ziwen had no idea what An Zhi was talking about.

"Let's go, let's follow him."

An Zhi's curiosity was piqued. She met the criteria for being the child of an elite talent, which required a very low attendance rate. Recently, she had nothing to do and came to the school to take a look. Two strange things happened in one day, which finally brought some excitement to her life. PASSION!

"what?"

I really like one of Liu Ziwen's quotes, huh? "Follow him? Why?"

"Don't ask, it's just a PASSION! He's already gone out, let's hurry and catch up!"