My cultivation shop refreshes daily.

For students at No. 2 Middle School, their schedules are relatively free, except for class time.

After afternoon classes, it's usually time for self-study or club activities.

Although most parents think that the reason why Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School failed to become a key high school is not only due to the lack of teaching staff, but also because it did not implement military-style management. If even the school is not so attentive, how can the students, who are at an age where they are prone to slacking off, compare with the gifted students in those key high schools!

But in reality, the Second Middle School is also well aware that the gap in talent... cannot be reversed simply by military-style management.

Otherwise, how can a genius be called a genius? Only those born with geniuses are geniuses!

At this very moment, Zhou Yu deeply understood this point.

After the afternoon classes, Zhou Yu had already given Sima Yi private tutoring that lasted for several nights.

However... Sima Yi still failed to master the "Tai Xu Divine Scripture," which was the foundation of Qingcheng No. 7 Middle School.

In response, Zhou Yu looked up at the sky and sighed in the club activity room.

Oh, heavens, how cruel you are to me…

Liu Bei, who was practicing on his own in the club activity room, raised his head slightly, but ignored him.

Sima Yi, who was sitting opposite Zhou Yu and had failed once again in his attempt to run the Taixu Divine Scripture, also raised his head.

"Brother Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yu said with great distress, "I have once again come to a profound realization of the difference between geniuses and ordinary people. Only now do I belatedly understand how geniuses perceive your cultivation and learning."

Liang Yanbo, who was also practicing on his own, quipped, "Didn't you cleverly distance yourself from the situation?"

Sitting next to Zhou Yu, Gao Ying chimed in, "It's difficult for me to even watch. Why don't you just teach him what he doesn't understand?"

"That's the problem," Zhou Yu sighed, "I have absolutely no idea what he doesn't understand!"

Sima Yi: "..."

Zhou Yu: "It's like I'm teaching a monkey that one plus one equals two. I've already told it that, then I gave it an apple, then another apple, and finally I asked it how many apples it has now."

"It answered me zero, because it ate all the apples!"

Mo Ci: "...Wasn't this calculation correct?"

Gao Ying: "So how many are there exactly?"

Zhou Yu felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Perhaps this was the loneliness of a genius. As a candidate for Immortal Emperor, this was something he had to go through.

Even Sima Yi began to doubt his own mind. Although the Taixu Divine Scripture was indeed quite obscure and difficult to understand, why was it that no matter how he observed Zhou Yu's cultivation of the Taixu Divine Scripture, he was unable to successfully learn it?

They can't even imitate it perfectly!

Sima Yi could feel that he was cultivating according to Zhou Yu's method of circulating spiritual energy, but he just couldn't succeed. It was as if there was a transparent film blocking his way, which he couldn't break through. Was he impotent?

"No way," Zhou Yu muttered, "I was looking forward to the final payment after the teaching was successful. At this rate, I'll be facing a seven-day no-reason return policy, let alone the final payment!"

"How could someone with a talent like mine, who can learn any martial art at a glance, be completely useless? Surely a living person can't die from holding their pee, can they?"

Gao Ying: "It's hard to say."

Zhou Yu grabbed the half-eaten cream puff he had bought after class and stuffed it into Gao Ying's mouth.

Sitting opposite Zhou Yu, Sima Yi seemed to have caught the key phrase, raising an eyebrow slightly, "What kind of technique is this? You can learn it just by looking at it? Is it really that amazing?"

"Of course," Zhou Yu nodded, "Otherwise, how do you think a student from No. 2 Middle School like me could have learned the Taixu Spirit Mist Palm and the Taixu Divine Scripture? Of course, it's because my talent is unique!"

Or rather, it's my secret shop.

Zhou Yu silently added a sentence in his mind.

"If that's the case..." Sima Yi thought for a moment, then suddenly said seriously, "Actually, I have a friend."

Zhou Yu: "..."

Gao Ying: "Waaaaah!"

Sima Yi paused for a moment, then pointed at Gao Ying, whose mouth was covered in cream, and asked, "What did she say?"

Zhou Yu: "She asked you, 'Is this friend you're talking about yourself?'"

"Of course not," Sima Yi shook his head. "My family is a family of cultivators, so of course I know many other families of cultivators and have met many cultivators my age."

"She also comes from a family of cultivators, but recently she seems to be diligently studying a cultivation technique, but she hasn't made any progress yet, and she seems quite distressed lately."

"If your talent is really as high as you say, maybe you can help her."

Sima Yi laughed and said, "If we fail, it's no big deal. But if we succeed, a prodigy from a family of cultivators will owe me a favor, and you'll gain a good friend. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu revealed an expression of great interest. "Really? Then, what do you think of this prodigy you mentioned?"

Sima Yi patted his chest and replied, "Don't worry, her talent is absolutely top-notch, she deserves the title of genius. She's a student at No. 1 High School, she's incredibly capable."

"No, no, no," Zhou Yu waved his hand, "Talent isn't important, there's only one thing that matters."

Sima Yi belatedly realized what he meant, "You mean...money?"

Zhou Yu waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't mention such a vulgar word as money. I've never liked money, and I've never even touched it!"

Everyone: "..."

"So... what is it you want to ask?"

Zhou Yu said in a deep voice.

"Can she afford the tuition fees here?"

Aren't they the same thing?

Sima Yi understood, and patted his chest again, "Don't worry, as I said before, money is the most useless thing for cultivators, let alone for a family of cultivators."

"As long as you have the ability, money and power will naturally fall into your hands. You won't even need to fight for them yourself. Others will keep giving you these things to please you until you get tired of them."

Zhou Yu readily agreed with this statement, nodding, "Alright! Then have that person you mentioned come to our club activity room to find me. Tell him that no matter what kind of technique it is, as long as he's willing to spend the money, I guarantee he'll learn it!"

Gao Ying pulled out the torn-up penis from Zhou Yu's clothes from somewhere, her eyes shining, her pretty face full of excitement and anticipation. "What if I don't learn it?"

Zhou Yu glanced at her.

"If we don't teach them, may our tutor, Mr. Gao, be struck by lightning!"

Gao Ying: "..."

Sima Yi: "There's absolutely no need for that..."

……

Qingcheng No.1 Middle School.

Inside a training room.

A young girl sat in the middle of the training room, having finished an afternoon of practice, and slowly opened her eyes.

"call……"

She exhaled a breath of stale air, returning the spiritual energy within her body to her dantian.

"Zhu," a female classmate from the same practice room came up and very kindly handed her a bottle of electrolyte water, "You've worked hard. How's the training going?"

Zhu Ling shook her head and said, "It's still not quite right. I always feel like I'm only one step away from breaking through, but that step feels incredibly far away."

"Why don't you take a break from work?" the female classmate said with concern. "I've noticed you've been practicing for quite a while now. Your homeroom teacher also asked me to remind you that you're at a crucial stage right now. Your score on the opening exam plummeted by a full ten points! You only got 680 points. He's very concerned about you."

Zhu Ling pouted, "The scores on the opening exam don't matter; it's just a test. The spiritual energy competition right in front of us is the most important thing. It would be the funniest thing if we couldn't win it!"

Without pursuing the topic further, Zhu Ling turned and asked, "How's it going with the matter of me asking my family to help me find a teacher?"

"It's not good," the female student said with a wry smile. "The elders have tried their best to help, but there aren't many teachers who can guide you in this technique, and they are all very strong. It's probably difficult to get one with the Zhu family's resources."

"As you know, problems that can be solved with money are not problems for the Zhu family, but unfortunately, this is a problem that money can't solve..."

At this point, the female student shook her head. "If only the head of the family were willing to teach you personally, it would be great. Unfortunately, your relationship with the aristocratic families is quite delicate right now, so the head of the family can't personally guide you. Otherwise, things wouldn't be like this now."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed across Zhu Ling's face.

She looked at someone not far away, who was also sitting in the practice area.

This person is Wei Yuan. As the current star of Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School, he not only receives tutoring from Wang Xiao, but also learned the Taixu Lingwu Palm of Qingcheng No. 7 Middle School. Moreover, his own academic performance is also quite outstanding, which made Zhu Ling, who is also a genius, feel a strong sense of urgency.

We must improve this skill to a higher level as soon as possible!

Otherwise, the situation at both the gates of the Immortal Path University and within the aristocratic families would be far from optimistic for him!

Just as Zhu Ling was feeling anxious.

The phone in her arms suddenly vibrated.

Zhu Ling picked up her phone and glanced at the contents.

"Sima Yi?"