Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

Early the next morning, after Chen Xian had the breakfast prepared by Lan'er, he changed into his school uniform and went straight to the library with his ID.

Looking at the beautiful librarian in maid outfit, Chen Xian took out his ID and asked about the location of the career profile books. The beautiful librarian led him to the first floor.

Chen Xian followed behind, admiring the beautiful administrator's perky butt in her maid outfit, thinking that he must get Lan'er one too, so that it would be pleasing to the eye at home.

Someone once interviewed a centenarian and asked him why he could live so long. The old man said to the camera seriously: eat more meat, drink more wine, and look at more beautiful friends of the opposite sex.

Watching the beautiful administrator leave gracefully with her waist swaying, Chen Xian found a book "Introduction to Mainland Occupations" on the bookshelf, then found a place to study it carefully.

It turns out that no matter what profession you are in the mainland, the cultivation is divided into nine stages, and each stage is divided into 1 to 10 levels. The seventh level is legendary, the eighth level is holy, and the ninth level is divine. Then I read a book called "Celebrity Biography of the Mainland". Some of them are from well-known mercenary groups, and some are generals of various military camps. Most of them are level 6. There are less than 20 people in the legendary realm on the mainland. The record of the holy level is unknown. It is just speculated that each empire has a strong person of the holy level. As for the divine level, it is only said that 2000 years ago, Emperor Wu of Tang should be a divine level. In the past 2000 years, there is no record of a divine level.

Chen Xian sighed. No wonder everyone looked incredulous when he said he was going to reach the Saint level yesterday. However, Chen Xian compared his current strength with the Continental level.

If you have completed Qi training and do not use secret methods, you can fight against level 3 or 5. It is estimated that after building the foundation, you can fight against the middle and high level of level 4. I don’t know how strong the fifth and sixth level strongmen are. After the golden elixir, they can use powerful spells, so there should be no problem fighting. It is estimated that the seventh and eighth levels must at least reach the Nascent Soul stage before they can fight against them.

The main problem now is that without spiritual energy, fighting can only consume it without replenishment, and you can only be a real man for 3 seconds. You still need to study the method of converting spiritual energy. You can't hold a cat every time you fight. Moreover, Baozi's endurance is limited. When he becomes stronger, he will probably be unable to make ends meet.

I was thinking of finding a book about energy.

Good ran over and said, "Boss, why are you still in the library? Aren't you going to duel with Wayne today?"

"Shit, I forgot."

The competition arena in the center of the academy.

On the large fighting arena, Wayne, dressed in armor and holding a big sword in both hands, stood majestically in the middle of the field, while the elder referee sat firmly on the referee's seat.

The area below was crowded with students.

"Then why hasn't the person who will compete with Wayne arrived yet? Could they be afraid to come?"

"Wayne is number one on the external list, it's wise for that person not to come."

"What a shame. I was expecting to see Senior Wayne take action. Senior Wayne would look very handsome even if he just stood there."

"Don't you even look at your own weight? Senior Wayne is mine. Senior Wayne, I want to have a baby with you."

……

Wayne arrived at the arena early in the morning and was calm at first. However, a few hours later, the sun was already high in the sky, scorching the arena. Wayne, wearing heavy armor, had his metal armor scorched by the sun. His back was already covered in sweat, and Wayne glanced at Ning Lang in the audience.

Ning Lang understood and immediately stood up with his crutches, shouting to the referee elder: "Elder, the opponent hasn't come yet, so you can just declare him the loser. Hurry up and announce the end of the match."

The elder looked up at the high sun, stood up and prepared to announce the result. The fat man who was squatting below saw him and hurriedly shouted, "Elder, the competition time agreed yesterday was in the morning, but it didn't say what time it would start in the morning. It's not even noon yet, so there's still time."

Hearing the fat man's words, the elder frowned and recalled that there was indeed no specific time. Being fair, he said: "If the time has not come yet and the sun is at its highest point and the opponent has not come on stage, it is equivalent to giving up the competition."

After the elder finished speaking, he continued to sit on the referee's seat, drinking water and eating fruit.

Wayne stared at the elder with blazing eyes, then looked at the blazing sun that was only halfway up to the center. He lowered the visor of his helmet to block out the blazing sun. Wayne closed his eyes and stood there in a meditative state.

The fat man was anxious in the public seats, wondering whether Good had found the boss.

"Hey, who is the opponent? Let everyone just sit here and bask in the sun."

"He doesn't dare to fight Wayne, so he leaves us here. We'll have to beat him up if we see him next time."

"Count me in. If you agree to compete without the ability, and if you agree but don't come, you are a coward."

"He made me skip classes to bask in the sun. I must beat him up."

"He must be a wretched person. Our Appearance Club is going to ban him."

……

The students of the academy who were watching from all sides gradually became resentful in the scorching sun. They were outraged and began to criticize the person who had not yet appeared. They all hid in the shadows of the surrounding walls.

The elder watched as the blazing sun was about to set, and he stood up and said loudly: "The other party has not arrived yet, which means he has given up..."

"Wait, everyone is waiting." Chen Xian shouted, flew out of the crowd, jumped into the ring, posed in a way he thought was very handsome, looked up at the sun, and said to the elder.

"Elder, the time is just right. I am not breaking my promise."

The elder nodded, and without further ado, he announced, "The competition begins."

"Wayne, beat him up for making us wait so long."

"To fight him, he actually wore his school uniform during the competition. This is a blatant disrespect for the competition."

"Why is he posing in such an obscene pose? Our beauty club is going to ban him."

……

Chen Xian looked innocent, wondering why he had become the target of public criticism. Thinking that he still needed to go back to the library to read, he shouted to Wayne, who was standing straight with both hands on the sword on the stage, "Let's get started. Time is precious. I still need to read a book."

Everyone in the audience looked at you with disdain. You know that time is precious. You kept everyone waiting for the whole morning.

Good and the fat man who came back with Chen Xian looked at each other. He is worthy of being the boss. His shameless skills are really strong.

The strange thing was that Wayne, who was standing tall opposite, said nothing and did not move.

Seeing that the opponent did not move, Chen Xian did not take the initiative to attack. The spiritual energy in his body could only be consumed but not replenished. He could only kill Wayne with one blow.

So the two of them stood on the ring like this for an hour.

"Are you going to fight or not?"

"You've been hanging us for the whole morning, why are you standing still now?"

"Is it a standing posture contest? Our Appearance Club supports Wayne to win."

……

The referee was frustrated. It was the first time he had seen such a competition. He had to wait for his opponent for a whole morning, and then stand there for another hour. He just didn't fight. Wasn't this just amusing himself? So he stood up and shouted, "If you don't fight again, I will rule you a draw and end the competition."

Chen Xian stood under the scorching sun for an hour, and lamented the scorching sun, so he took out a bottle of water and drank it. When he heard the referee's words, he said depressedly: "Referee, he didn't do it, and wasted my time."

The referee glared at him, "How dare you say that I've delayed your time? Others have been standing there for the whole morning." Could it be that Wayne wanted to retaliate by letting this kid stand in the sun for an entire afternoon?

Chen Xian looked at the expressions of the crowd who seemed to want to bite him, and had no choice but to take action himself. He threw the empty water bottle in his hand at Wayne's exquisite helmet.

"Bang" the water bottle hit Wayne, who fell straight back with the big sword in his hand. His helmet fell off and he stood straight and motionless.

"I declare Dong Ri the winner, take the bet." The elder threw the box containing the bet to Chen Xian and left in a hurry.

Chen Xian stared blankly at the space ring in his hand, which still contained a lot of bets, and then looked at Wayne who had fallen to the ground. On Wayne's white skin, there were red circles around his eyes, and his lips were trembling and foaming.

"Shit, he's got a heat stroke."

In the mysterious cave.

The old man with white hair and beard looked at the scene in the crystal ball in front of him, where Wayne was knocked down by a water bottle, foaming at the mouth, and Chen Xian was surprised. He waved his hand and the scene in the crystal ball disappeared. The old man smiled slightly: "This kid actually thought that Wayne, who is level 3 at level 9, really had heatstroke. The difference in IQ between him and that person is too big. Grow up quickly, time is running out."