The morning tutorial for Ning Qian was just a small matter.
This was something Baiyu had to endure every day, otherwise, that foolish woman would cling to him all day like a sticky candy.
The morning was the Hall Spirit Technique class.
The so-called Spirit Technique refers to harnessing the omnipresent Spiritual Qi in the world to unleash supernatural attacks.
For example, Fireball, Wind Blade, Ice Blade, all fall under the domain of Spirit Techniques.
As a person from the vast and profound Earth.
Baiyu felt that Spirit Techniques were similar to those magic, Daoist Techniques, Combat Techniques, and Cultivation Techniques in novels, harnessing the omnipresent Spiritual Power in the world to release a powerful attack.
This requires cultivating special Magic Techniques, and the cultivator needs to have a strong mental power.
The class still taught the "Spirit-Seeking Technique."
This is the most basic technique to control Spirit Techniques, comprehend Spiritual Qi, and train the body, also the fundamental condition to become a Martial Artist.
A Martial Artist can be achieved through acquired conditions.
Extraordinary, haha, that depends on luck and talent.
There are only two paths for ordinary people to become Extraordinary: contacting the mysterious, or consuming very rare specific Magic Elixirs.
Ninety-eight percent of people who contact the mysterious mutate, and another one percent go mad.
The specific Magic Elixirs are very rarely circulated in the market.
The Magic Elixir Recipes are controlled by major forces and powerful individuals, and ordinary people can't get the recipes, nor can they easily gather the necessary materials.
Hence, there are very few Extraordinary in society, and usually, only one Investigator per urban area.
The abilities of the Extraordinary are strange, and their resistance to the eerie is much higher than that of Martial Artists.
On Canglan Star, there are no distinctions between Mages and Warriors.
Anyone who can control spirit techniques in battle is collectively referred to as a Martial Artist.
However, Baiyu has always thought of them as meat-tank Mages, melee Mages, sword-wielding Mages, Gatling-gun Mages, mechanical battle armor-wearing Mages...
Mages and Martial Artists should both be critical-hit melee roles, right?
Aside from Martial Artists, Mechanical Armament, cyborgs, and Extraordinary basically form the power system of this world.
Of course, the number of Martial Artists is the most massive.
Ninety percent of an Imperial's backbone force are Martial Artists.
The school is about teaching how to become a Martial Artist.
That is, how to perceive the omnipresent Spiritual Power in the world, cultivate Spirit Techniques, and temper the flesh to accommodate Spiritual Power.
Baiyu had already cultivated the Spirit-Seeking Technique to the highest level two months ago.
Many of the more challenging knowledge points were also cleared, and this class basically brought no gains for him.
However, the teacher of this class looked even younger than them and was a beautiful woman who was also their homeroom teacher.
Beautiful face, sweet voice, cunning and cold-hearted.
Skipping class could very likely lead to being marked down in the little notebook, and Baiyu had to come due to intimidation.
Finally, the bell rang for class dismissal.
Baiyu looked at the mission bar, hesitated no longer, library time!
A true academic should solo the library dungeon!
But, as he walked out of the classroom, he was stopped by a man with bloodshot eyes, haggard face, and bulging eyeballs.
His name was Yue Zian!
Although the two of them were not acquainted, Yue Zian went to the same school as Baiyu from elementary to middle school.
And he consistently scored first in the entire grade and all subjects in successive exams.
He was rated as the most likely man in Lin'an City to get into Kyoto Magic University.
Zi'an's life was never inferior to anyone.
After Baiyu's spectacular transformation, his meteoric rise from a poor student to a top student instantly overshadowed him.
What is the most painful thing in the world?
Naturally, it's the things you can't obtain.
But what is more painful than that is once having something and then losing it.
Yue Zian deeply understood this feeling.
Thus, their relationship was very delicate.
There was a sense of mutual appreciation between heroes, an encounter between kindred spirits, but at the same time, fierce competition, incompatible as fire and water, each seeing the other as a rival.
All of the above was Yue Zian's one-sided interpretation.
"Is there something you need?
If you have questions you can't solve, you can go to Ning Qian, our class five study monitor, to register.
There should be about three hundred people in line right now.
I'll take the time to explain to you, and it would be best if you could find a teacher to help."
Baiyu was in a hurry.
He had to stay in the library for eight hours; he didn't have time to tutor others on questions.
Teachers at the school typically proceed with their own cultivation and research after the official classes were done, rarely bothering with students.
Masters lead you to the door, but cultivation depends on the individual.
"Baiyu, are you insulting me? Don't play dumb with me, I'm here to challenge you. In this mock exam, I will definitely surpass you and take back the first place!"
Yue Zian said angrily, his eyes red.
Seeing Baiyu rendered speechless by his momentum, he felt an urge in his heart released.
Baiyu showed an awkward expression, "Sorry, although I can understand your feelings, um... who are you?"
Yue Zian's face fell.
"He is Yue Zian. The one who always scores just below you in exams, second place for every subject."
Ning Qian explained seriously from the side.
Baiyu suddenly understood, smiling, "Oh, it's Brother Yue, my apologies.
I haven't been reviewing much lately. Judging from Brother Yue's expression, you must have been studying day and night, reaching new levels of mastery. Surpassing me shouldn't be too hard.
Well then, I have some matters to attend to."
Baiyu squeezed through the crowd in the hallway and disappeared from sight.
Leaving behind Ning Qian trying hard to contain her laughter and the other students in the audience, looking at a Yue Zian with a grim face.
Seeing the barely suppressed mirth from classmates.
Yue Zian's face turned even darker.
Being handsome is impressive, studying well is impressive, being popular is impressive!
I must defeat this jerk.
Already lost in looks, can't afford to lose in grades.
My life as Yue Zian is not inferior to anyone!
The library at Linjiang First Middle School is famous locally.
Due to its rich collection, many Martial Artists from society often come here to borrow books.
The entire library resembles an enormous open book, as large as a sports field.
The exterior of the library is suffused with mechanical and gear creations, with iron pipes irregularly arranged on the building walls.
On both sides of the "book" are massive gear decorations that turn like windmills.
The top is lined with chimneys emitting white steam, with a huge mechanical clock in the middle.
It's said that when Linjiang First Middle School was initially established, it was sponsored by the Church of the God of Steam and Mechanics, explaining the architectural style.
As the most powerful church with the most followers, the widest distribution, and the most churches, their architectural style is visible throughout Canglan Star.
"Auntie, I'd like to use eight hours of study time."
Baiyu went to the library counter and presented his student card.
Studying in the library has a time-limit requirement.
Mysticism knowledge is too obscure and difficult to understand, and some advanced mystical books can involve some eerie factors, causing readers to become unconsciously deranged during reading.
Therefore, the library operates on a graded reading system.
Only those who meet the rating requirements can enter specific zones and take out books for reading.
Moreover, reading time is arranged reasonably based on the rating.
After using up the daily reading time, one has to wait until the next day.
As the top of his senior year, Baiyu's reading time had luxuriously reached eight hours, whereas many ordinary students only had two hours.
The system's task was evidently based on Baiyu's current maximum reading duration.
"Reading straight for eight hours? Although the college entrance exams are near, you should watch your health; after all, you are the future hope of East Prosperity Imperial."
The auntie handed the prepared card back, "Go ahead."
Baiyu thanked her, retrieved the card, and impatiently rushed into the library.