I, the public enemy

Chapter 8 Accidentally Entering the Imperial Family

The next day.

7 o'clock in the morning.

Yuangao High School.

History books have already provided the answer to why spiritual veins require payment.

Because all the heavens and myriad realms have been destroyed, the makeshift hospital is the only blessed place that has not been affected by the disaster. All the existing spiritual veins were transferred into the makeshift hospital by large corporations through special means.

Spiritual veins are part of the common good, but they require high management and maintenance costs.

In other words, the spiritual veins have not been privatized; they remain public. It's just that the management unit needs to pay related fees.

At Yuangao High School, in the building that seals off the spiritual veins, the "property fee" for a quiet room is three hundred dollars per hour. Depending on the concentration of spiritual energy, there are also quiet rooms of higher specifications.

However, there is also a lot of competition among educators. One of the ways that Yuangao High School attracts students is that the spiritual vein is free during the morning self-study period from 6 am to 8 am.

However, don't expect a private, quiet room if it's free; instead, it's a rather crowded space that can accommodate a class.

The Lingmai Building of Far High School is a large building that is completely black, without windows, and has a polygonal, irregular prismatic structure.

At this moment.

The morning self-study room of Class 3, Grade 12.

About sixty students sat quietly on prayer cushions, their neck chips activated, automatically running the textbook version of "The Five Elements Qi Guiding Outline".

They all remained silent, in perfect unison.

Wang Qing was one of them.

In a society where capital reigns supreme, one's approximate ecological niche can be discerned from their clothing and mode of transportation.

Sometimes it's not about pretending to be rich, but in certain negotiation situations, arriving in a luxury car versus taking a taxi can lead to two completely different outcomes. Even if you are a genuinely low-key person, and the other party clearly knows you are low-key, they may perceive you as not taking the business seriously and lacking sincerity, resulting in a failed negotiation.

High school is a microcosm of society, and because minors have an undisguised nature, the superficial comparisons are even more intense.

Clothing is also a reflection of social class. Wearing high-end designer clothes with temperature regulation and movement assistance from psionic industries that cost thousands or tens of thousands of yuan, versus buying cheap clothes from street vendors for tens of yuan, will result in completely different social status in a society based on personal connections.

Class 3 of the senior year was even more strictly hierarchical.

In the study rooms of Lingmai Building, students dressed in fine clothes and full of energy often sit together.

They are already normally distributed.

The people wearing the most expensive luxury goods sat in the middle, flanked by others dressed in designer brands. The poor people sat at the back, not belonging to any circle and not exchanging a single word with each other.

As for truly wealthy people, they won't come to early morning self-study sessions, or they'll pay for a quiet room so they don't have to squeeze in.

Wang Meng bought her younger brother a set of clothes to make him look presentable so he wouldn't be bullied at school.

But that was the Wang Qing of the past.

Wang Qing now believes this is a waste of money. If it were a magical armor, it would indeed be useful, but many of the luxury clothes in the makeshift hospital, with their various functions, fashion show awards, and celebrity designs, are just foolish brand premiums.

Wang Qing could get a complete makeover from head to toe for just two hundred yuan, still in a black tracksuit and mesh shoes, a typical loser's outfit.

But the spiritual energy here was terribly thin for Wang Qing, far less efficient than stripping people.

He just kept playing online casino games on silent.

Slaughtering on the spot, he was able to break through to the mid-stage of Qi Refining today.

However, he couldn't break through. He was just an ordinary high school student. His older sister and that super second-generation rich kid named An Zhi from yesterday were only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, at the fourth level.

Having learned from yesterday's lesson, I can't be too conspicuous. It would be best to reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining around the time of the college entrance examination, when the spiritual Qi in my dantian and sea of ​​qi will be transformed into liquid. That would be the perfect time.

He dealt with many debt collectors, most of whom were used to do business with pharmaceutical companies. However, Wang Qing also used some of them to refine his own cultivation, incorporating their physical attributes, spiritual energy, and soul into his own energy channels and integrating them into his limbs and bones.

While one cannot break through to higher realms, one can use it to strengthen the physical body.

The Great Floating Pagoda Record, with its flawed and inferior materials, is far from sufficient to condense the [Undying Blood], but it has allowed Wang Qing's physical body to far surpass his current level.

For those on the 21st floor of the enemy cabin, the Core Formation stage was the upper limit of their understanding.

These people are even more unaware of other cultivation systems, such as physical immortality.

Wang Qing's physical body can now withstand a full-force attack from a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator without sustaining serious injury.

In his previous life, Wang Qing was at the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, possessing supreme cultivation. He was only one step away from the end of the Immortal Path and the ultimate Great Dao. His physical body was already immortal and indestructible. It could be defeated and sealed by various supreme beings, but it could not be destroyed. Even after being refined in the Pool of Laws for countless epochs, it was still difficult to completely refine it.

The main objective at present is to find his own "corpse" and the "Imperial Artifacts" he left behind.

Only a month has passed, and neither of these things can be erased by the passage of time.

He now knew his power was waning and the whereabouts of his seven demon generals were unknown; he wondered if they had betrayed him.

There are methods they created themselves inside the makeshift hospital, but it's unclear whether they are related to them.

While it is necessary to build up power and seize the initiative, it is also important to play it safe and survive.

Last night, I used the encryption tool Yuan Jingang gave me to browse the dark web on the computer in my low-rent apartment, but I still didn't find any clues. I just watched a lot of bizarre news videos.

All we can do is wait for the guy who linked to the original website to come knocking on our door.

Wang Qing has learned his lesson today.

I chose an online casino headquartered on the 21st floor of the Leizhou Special Administrative Region. It had no bots or even fewer bots, making it much more legitimate. However, the commission for each game was very high, taking 20%.

But it doesn't matter.

During morning self-study time, Wang Qing played the "Knock on the Bamboo" card game and finally won about four hundred yuan.

Because the entertainment options in the cultivation world used to be limited, what's wrong with the Demon Lord enjoying himself after fighting for nine hundred years?

"Hey bro... you're using this precious morning study time to play cards?"

Liu Ziwen, who arrived late, sat down next to Wang Qing. Yesterday's events were too dangerous and he didn't want to come to school today, but his parents forced him to.

Wang Qing was a little surprised.

An Zhi didn't come to school today. As the child of elite talents, she doesn't come to school often and doesn't need to have a high attendance rate.

A robbery occurred, and the bodyguards accompanying the group were also killed.

Her family will probably keep her confined to her home for a while.

Liu Ziwen assumed that Wang Qing was gambling on game points, known as "Happy Beans," because online gambling is illegal in Cangzhou.

Ignoring Liu Ziwen, Wang Qing continued with the next round.

Where did you go after school yesterday?

Liu Ziwen was extremely puzzled.

He only remembered that he and Anzhi were robbed by a group of thugs, then lost consciousness, and woke up in the trauma team's hospital.

If it weren't for An Zhi, I would have been hanging there yesterday.

Liu Ziwen only hated himself for being so useless. Now he realized that not everyone is rich and heartless. It seems that binary thinking is not advisable. It was An Zhi who led him to escape. She is a good woman.

After she woke up, she apologized to herself, saying that she had dragged her into this mess and that she was no longer just a "white moonlight" figure.

Liu Ziwen's desire for power had never been so intense; he was obsessed with the turbulent winds and clouds.

"Yesterday? I ran into a lot of trouble. After finishing my milk tea, I was looking for a place to relieve myself when I encountered a group of thugs. Luckily, I ran fast and I was so scared that I almost peed my pants before our eyes even met."

Wang Qing spoke calmly and continued playing with the clapping game.

"Damn! You ran fast. Anzhi and I were robbed by those thugs. I wasn't robbed, but Anzhi had all her magical treasures taken. They even put us both in the hospital. Luckily, Anzhi was alright. According to Anzhi's family members who came to the scene, if she had been injured or anything, they would have chopped up the entire family of those thugs."

Liu Ziwen only learned about An Zhi's background yesterday. She had connections to the highest levels of society, not only in Gray Core City, but her father's influence extended throughout Cangzhou. He was a member of the Cangzhou state government.

"How come you also encountered thugs?"

Wang Qing pretended not to understand.

"It was An Zhi who said that you immediately countered that divine sense that Ao Jing had used to cover hundreds of thousands of square kilometers yesterday, so we started following you. I said, how could that be?"

Liu Ziwen believed that Wang Qing's grades had indeed improved very quickly, but the extent of it was too outrageous, and it could only be that An Zhi's watch was broken.

"Hehe, I can only say that the girl has a crush on me, so she's just making up excuses."

Wang Qing said it casually, but he had already considered it in his heart. This matter was not completely over yet, and he had to be very careful.

"is that so?"

Liu Ziwen was devastated, as if he had lost his parents. This... actually made some sense. "I will beat you in the next monthly exam!"

"My hair?"

Wang Qing frowned, realizing he didn't really understand minors.