Three beautiful daughters

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I have three beautiful daughters
. Each of them is as beautiful as a flower, as lovely as an angel. Their pretty faces would bewitch any man. Of course, besides their pretty faces, they each have their own unique charm.

The eldest is named Lina. She is 18 years old this year, but she is very mature. She has a full, round, and fair body with a shapely figure. Especially her cherry lips, which are plump and red, are so tempting that when she sucks on your penis, it is simply heavenly.

"Tang Zheng, you penniless wretch, hand over the stolen money!"

"I heard your grandfather was sick a few days ago. You must have stolen the money to pay for your deadbeat grandfather's medical treatment. It's a disgrace to have a penniless person like you in our class."

"Do you still think you were the top student in the city? Now you're the worst idiot, the school should have expelled you long ago."

The accusations and insults were endless. Tang Zheng's face flushed red, he bit his lip, tilted his head back, and firmly said, "I didn't steal the money!"

"Nonsense! If you didn't steal it, who did? You were the only one left in the classroom during recess. Besides, we're all rich; a few hundred yuan wouldn't bother us. You're the only penniless one. Who else could it be? Do you think money grows legs and runs away?"

"Qiao Fei, you're talking nonsense!" Tang Zheng's eyes were red. He was indeed poor, and his grandfather, who depended on him for survival, was indeed sick, but he had never stolen since he was a child.

His grandfather had always taught him that even the poor have their pride; not stealing or robbing, living with your head held high—that's the foundation of being a decent human being.

Tang Zheng, a child from a poor family, was a genius. From a young age, he displayed extraordinary learning abilities, ranking first in the city's high school entrance exam and being admitted to Pengcheng International School with all tuition and fees waived.

Tang Zheng lived up to expectations, maintaining his top ranking in the city for over two years, becoming a shining example for Pengcheng International School.

However, shortly after the start of his senior year, he was attacked and injured in the head on his way home from school. From then on, he suffered a chronic condition—headaches whenever he thought about problems, and extremely poor memory; knowledge he could easily remember before vanished completely.

This condition has persisted to this day, and even now in the second semester of his senior year, there has been no improvement; he consistently ranks last in his grade in every mock exam.

His fall from grace has alienated those who were once close to him, while those who were once envious gloated.

But Tang Zheng did not give up, trying again and again to study diligently, each time enduring headaches that nearly made him faint.

During today's morning exercise break, 600 yuan of class funds disappeared. Since Tang Zheng hadn't participated in the exercises due to a headache, class monitor Qiao Fei immediately accused him of stealing the money.

"Qiao Fei, Tang Zheng has always been an honest person, how could he steal money?" A melodious voice, like a lark's song, rang out, and Fang Shishi approached.

Tang Zheng gave her a grateful glance, and Fang Shishi smiled sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming, making everyone's breath catch.

Fang Shishi not only comes from a prestigious family but also has outstanding academic performance, previously ranking second in the entire school. Since Tang Zheng's injury, she has become number one.

But what's most striking is her beauty; she is one of the two school beauties of Pengcheng International School and the dream girl of many students.

Qiao Fei likes Fang Shishi and once openly pursued her, only to be rejected. But he hasn't given up and continues to secretly covet her.

Seeing that she was actually defending Tang Zheng, Qiao Fei, consumed by jealousy, coldly said, "Is he an honest person? I don't know. How many poor people are honest? Don't you see enough news reports about poor people stealing and breaking the law for money?"

"Yes, Qiao Fei is right," the crowd echoed, filled with righteous indignation.

This was a private aristocratic school. Except for Tang Zheng, a commoner, everyone else came from wealthy families and had an innate sense of superiority.

Tang Zheng glared at her angrily: "Qiao Fei, poor people have dignity too. I said I didn't steal, and that's final."

"Ha, you dare to yell at me? A poor person is a poor person, with no manners at all. What, you dare to glare at me? Want to hit me? Go ahead, hit me!" Qiao Fei leaned forward, speaking smugly.

The others looked at Tang Zheng with amusement. He had always been a well-behaved student, never causing trouble, and in everyone's eyes, he was even somewhat weak.

Moreover, Qiao Fei was tall and strong, easily 1.8 meters, while Tang Zheng was only 1.7 meters, a huge difference. He figured Qiao Fei wouldn't dare to make a move.

Fang Shishi wrinkled her delicate nose and advised, "Qiao Fei, we're all classmates, don't be like this."

"I didn't do anything! Tang Zheng wanted to hit me, so I let him!" Qiao Fei said smugly, certain Tang Zheng wouldn't dare, which made him appear powerful and brave.

"Tang Zheng, don't pay him any attention. I believe you didn't steal the money," Fang Shishi advised, but then stared in disbelief as a huge fist slammed into Qiao Fei's face.

"Ah!"

Qiao Fei screamed, clutching his nose, blood seeping from between his fingers. A collective

gasp

filled the air as everyone stared at Tang Zheng as if they'd seen a ghost. He… dared to make a move!

"Beat him up! Beat him hard!" Qiao Fei roared, and several of his lackeys swarmed towards Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng hurriedly protected his head, fists raining down on him like raindrops. Instead of screaming, he gritted his teeth, his eyes red as he stared intently at Qiao Fei.

"Kill him, this penniless bastard! I'll not only kill him, but I'll kill his old geezer grandfather too!" Qiao Fei roared furiously. Having been pampered since childhood, he had never suffered such hardship, especially in front of Fang Shishi. He had lost face big time; how could he face others if he didn't get his revenge?

Tang Zheng's eyes widened instantly. His grandfather was his only family; he wouldn't allow anyone to harm him.

Roar!

He broke through the encirclement like a leopard, pouncing on Qiao Fei. Although there was a significant height difference between them, Tang Zheng's years of long-distance running training gave him a much better physique and greater strength than the pampered Qiao Fei. Using both fists and feet, Qiao Fei's face was soon a swollen mess.

Everyone was stunned. Tang Zheng… how did he suddenly become so fierce?

Fang Shishi opened her mouth wide, looking at Qiao Fei's pig-like face, feeling a faint sense of satisfaction. Qiao Fei often harassed her, which annoyed her to no end.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out, and everyone's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the old witch had appeared.

The old witch was none other than the homeroom teacher, Wu Cuihong, in her fifties, with a thick waist and thick legs. She was exceptionally fierce, and almost everyone was afraid of her.

"Tang Zheng, what are you doing?" Wu Cuihong's anger surged up.

Tang Zheng stopped punching, and Qiao Fei immediately got up, staring at Tang Zheng with lingering fear, saying, "You… you dare to hit me."

"What exactly happened?" Wu Cuihong swept her eyes angrily and asked sternly.

"Teacher, Tang Zheng stole the class funds and also hit people." Several lackeys hurriedly added fuel to the fire.

"I didn't steal any money!" Tang Zheng retorted almost stubbornly.

Wu Cuihong immediately frowned deeply, looking at Tang Zheng with displeasure. She used to think she had found a treasure, after all, he always ranked first in the city in exams, which made her, as his homeroom teacher, proud. But deep down, she looked down on the penniless Tang Zheng.

After Tang Zheng fell from grace and became last in the class, her attitude towards him completely changed, and she showed him no kindness whatsoever.

Because Tang Zheng not only brought her no benefit, but also became a burden, she had been applying to the school to transfer him to another class or expel him, but the school had not yet made a final decision.

Wu Cuihong suddenly had a bright idea; this was a golden opportunity to get rid of this burden.

"Everyone else go back to your seats and study. A few students, help Qiao Fei to the infirmary. Tang Zheng, you come with me," Wu Cuihong coldly instructed.

"Tang Zheng is in trouble now. I wonder how the old witch will deal with him," someone said gloatingly.

Watching Tang Zheng's departing figure, Fang Shishi's expression was complicated. She bit her lip and ran after him. "Teacher, I believe Tang Zheng didn't steal the money. There must be a misunderstanding."

Wu Cuihong stopped and looked at Fang Shishi kindly. "Shishi, money doesn't grow wings and fly away. Since so many people say Tang Zheng stole it, it can't be wrong. You should go back to class."

"No, there must be a misunderstanding," Fang Shishi insisted.

Wu Cuihong's expression darkened slightly, but she still spoke kindly, "Shishi, you have to trust your teacher. I'll handle this."

Fang Shishi looked at Tang Zheng and noticed that he was clenching his teeth, silent, clearly deeply wronged.

Wu Cuihong didn't want to say more and led Tang Zheng downstairs.

"Tang Zheng, not only are your grades bad, dragging the class down, but now you've stolen money and hit people! What are you trying to do? Is this something a student should do?" Down in the teaching building, Wu Cuihong criticized him fiercely.

"Teacher, I didn't steal money. Qiao Fei slandered me, that's why I hit him."

"Hmph, he slandered you, but why didn't he slander other students? A clear conscience fears no accusation," Wu Cuihong said contemptuously.

Tang Zheng glared at her angrily. As a teacher, she made conclusions without even investigating! He had always respected her; he had been blind.

"You don't need to attend class today. Go clean the basement of the laboratory," Wu Cuihong said with disgust, waving her hand.

"The haunted building?" Tang Zheng was startled.

Wu Cuihong raised an eyebrow and said, "Nonsense! What haunted building? If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me, I'll have your parents called."

Tang Zheng swallowed and remained silent. His grandfather was already ill; how could he possibly come to school? Besides, he couldn't tell his grandfather about his situation at school, otherwise, his grandfather would be very sad and it would worsen his condition.

He dared not tell his grandfather about his declining grades because he had always been his grandfather's pride, and he couldn't bear to make his grandfather sad. He had been working hard to overcome difficulties and strive to reach the top again, so that his grandfather could continue to be happy.

The laboratory building was called the haunted building among the students, and this wasn't without reason. Several years ago, a horrifying incident occurred there: a female student died suddenly in the basement of the laboratory building. It was said that her blood had been drained, turning her into a mummified corpse.

The police never found a clue, and the school even invited a high-ranking monk to perform a ritual. In the following years, no such strange incidents occurred, but the legend of the haunted building spread like wildfire, and no one wanted to come there unless they had a lab class.

Wu Cuihong clearly had ill intentions in making him clean the basement; she wanted to scare him, or perhaps make him suffer the same fate as that female classmate.

"Hmph, I wasn't born easily frightened." Tang Zheng was surprisingly bold. Wu Cuihong was deliberately trying to scare him; if he backed down, wouldn't that just play into her hands? The basement door creaked open, and a damp, musty smell wafted out. Tang Zheng shivered; the basement was much colder than outside…

Chapter 002 Nine Yang Holy Body The basement was filled with abandoned experimental equipment, covered in a thick layer of dust, and sparsely covered with cobwebs. Tang Zheng frowned. There was no point in cleaning it; the old witch was simply trying to torment him. To avoid giving her more ammunition, he picked up a broom and started sweeping. An hour later, he was slightly sweating, and the basement was sparkling clean. "So this is what a haunted building is like. Looks like it only scares cowards." Tang Zheng curled his lip, no longer feeling any fear. "Kid, you've finally arrived!" A soft voice suddenly rang out, startling him. "Who is it?" His hair stood on end. He looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight. "I must be hallucinating from being too nervous." "Kid, I've been waiting for you for so long." The voice rang out again. Tang Zheng's face turned ashen. This was definitely not a hallucination; the voice was real. "You... who exactly are you? Don't hide, or I'll find you and make you regret it." Tang Zheng's voice trembled. People can be scared to death, and even though he was brave, he was still afraid. "Tian Chanzi, you think you can turn the tables? You're dreaming." Another sinister voice rang out, sending chills down one's spine just by hearing it. "Yin Demon, what are you going to do?" "Heh, of course, I'm going to kill him, so you'll never have a chance to rise again." "Don't even think about it!" "Heh heh, I absorbed the power of Xuan Yin a few years ago, and I've completely refined it in the past few years. You're no match for me anymore. Do you think you can stop me?" "Kid, run!" the voice from before roared. Tang Zheng was certain this wasn't a prank. Could there really be a ghost? He was about to run away when he found himself unable to move, as if he had been frozen in place. "Why can't I move?" Tang Zheng was terrified, his eyes wide open. "Haha, of course you can't move. I've cast a spell on you, it would be a miracle if you could move." The cold voice said smugly. "Tian Chanzi, I'll devour his soul right away, crushing your last hope, hehehe." "Yin Demon, you're too despicable!" "Haha, I'm a demon, despicable is in my nature." "Ah!" Tang Zheng screamed, his brain felt like it was being pricked by needles, a headache ten thousand times worse than usual, causing him to instantly lose consciousness and faint. Two streams of divine consciousness entered Tang Zheng's brain, rapidly surging towards its depths, one black, the other blue. The black divine consciousness was faster, quickly reaching Tang Zheng's central nervous system. "Tian Chanzi, you've failed. You'll soon be scattered from this world, hehehe." Yin Demon grinned smugly. Swoosh! The black divine consciousness pierced Tang Zheng's central nervous system. "Heaven has forsaken me, Tian Chanzi!" Tian Chanzi cried out in despair. After so many years, he had finally encountered a Xuan Yang Body, hoping to use him to restore his strength and fight the Yin Demon to the death. Unexpectedly, the Yin Demon had been nourished by the Xuan Yin Body a few years ago, and its strength had surpassed his. This time, the Yin Demon had taken the lead. Once Tang Zheng died, Tian Chanzi would have no chance to recover. "Ah! How could this be? This kid isn't a Xuan Yang Body, he… he's actually… the Nine Yang Sacred Body!" The change was sudden. The Yin Demon roared in shock, trying to withdraw from Tang Zheng's central nervous system, only to find himself enveloped by a vast pure Yang power. "The Nine Yang Sacred Body!" Tian Chanzi couldn't help but exclaim. The Nine Yang Sacred Body only existed in legends, yet he had unexpectedly encountered it. Like the Xuan Yang Body, the Nine Yang Sacred Body was a body of supremely pure Yang, but the Nine Yang Sacred Body was even purer, containing powerful pure Yang energy.

"Haha, Yin Demon, you brought this on yourself, you're doomed now!" Tian Chanzi exclaimed excitedly.

Yin Demon's cultivation method was primarily Yin-based, and pure Yang power was its nemesis. However, he believed he could handle the Xuan Yang Body, so he entered Tang Zheng's body to kill him and prevent Tian Chanzi from absorbing this pure Yang power.

Tian Chanzi's cultivation method was Yang-based; if he absorbed this pure Yang power, his strength would greatly increase, threatening Yin Demon's safety.

"Tian Chanzi, I refuse to accept this! How can this kid have the Nine Yang Sacred Body?" Yin Demon roared in anguish.

"Yin Demon, you great demon, this is fate! Heaven is going to destroy you!" Tian Chanzi said.

"Ah! I refuse—to accept this—" The shout abruptly stopped, and everything returned to calm. Yin Demon's consciousness had been completely refined by the pure Yang power.

Tian Chanzi's consciousness dared not advance further. Just as he was about to withdraw from Tang Zheng's brain, he found a powerful attraction firmly binding him.

"What's going on? Is he going to attack me again?" Tian Chanzi charged around, but found he couldn't break free of the restraints.

"This... how can the Nine Yang Sacred Body have such power? It's easy to get in, but so hard to get out."

"Huh, my divine sense has actually become a little stronger." Suddenly, Tian Chanzi noticed something strange. It seemed that the pure Yang power hadn't harmed him; instead, it had strengthened his divine sense.

...

Tang Zheng opened his eyes groggily. The stinging pain had completely disappeared, and the scene before he fainted was still fresh in his memory.

"A ghost, a ghost!" He felt cold all over; the eerie feeling made even this atheist tremble with fear.

"Boy, I'm not a ghost. You don't need to be afraid." Tian Chanzi's voice rang out.

"Who... are you? Where are you?" Tang Zheng stammered, looking around but not finding a single person.

"I'm in your mind."

"...In... your mind?" Tang Zheng swallowed hard.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you," Tian Chanzi said gently, thinking to himself, "If you don't mess with me, everything will be fine. How could I possibly harm you?

If you're not going to harm me, why did you even get into my head? Do you think I'm stupid?" Tang Zheng thought to himself.

"You don't trust me?"

"No, I trust you." Tang Zheng hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, so he decided to calm him down first. Wasn't there some Yin Demon before? How come there's only Tian Chanzi now?

"The Yin Demon is already dead in your hands," Tian Chanzi said , seeing right through him.

"Dead in my hands?" Tang Zheng was dumbfounded. Wait, how does he know what I'm thinking?

"I'm in your mind. I know everything you're thinking. From now on, you don't need to speak to me. We can communicate directly with our divine sense," Tian Chanzi explained.

"Then hurry up and get out of my head." Tang Zheng didn't like the feeling of being so blatantly exposed to others.

"I can't get out," Tian Chanzi said with a wry smile. "My consciousness is weak right now, imprisoned by your Nine Yang Sacred Body. Unless I recover my strength, or you become strong enough to control the pure Yang power within the Nine Yang Body and release me, I can only stay inside your head."

To be honest, he didn't want to get out for the time being. His consciousness was fragile and could easily dissipate, while Tang Zheng's pure Yang power could nourish it.

Tang Zheng's face turned ashen. What kind of situation was this?

"I am a cultivator from a thousand years ago, possessing the ability to move mountains and fill seas. Don't worry, I won't mistreat you while I temporarily reside in your head. I will teach you the methods of cultivation, giving you extraordinary abilities." "

The methods of cultivation?" Tang Zheng's heart stirred. He had thought it was just a legend, but it actually existed.

Since the other party couldn't get out for the time being, he had no choice but to accept it, and his heart began to flutter with excitement at the prospect of his cultivation methods.

"Of course, I will make you a strong person, a true strong person." Tian Chanzi vowed confidently. Tang Zheng possessed the Nine Yang Sacred Body; if he were taken under his wing, his future achievements would be limitless, and he would have the opportunity to return to the sect.

He was originally an outcast expelled from the sect, his greatest wish in life being to return. If he had a disciple with the Nine Yang Sacred Body, that would be his greatest asset in returning to the sect.

"Now, help me retrieve something, and then I will teach you the cultivation technique."

Tang Zheng followed the instructions, breaking a piece of floorboard in the corner, revealing an ancient sheepskin scroll embedded in a stone, inscribed with the four characters "Tongtian Ancient Scroll."

"What is this?"

"A good thing. Keep it for now; I'll tell you later. I will first refine the blood stasis in your brain, and then teach you the cultivation technique." Tian Chanzi had just examined him and discovered that many meridians in his brain were blocked by blood stasis, which needed to be cleared before he could cultivate.

"Blood clots?"

"Yes, was your brain injured before?"

Tang Zheng immediately recalled the injury he sustained half a year ago. Could his headaches be caused by these blood clots?

"Don't worry, it's just a minor issue. I'll heal you, but it will consume a lot of my energy, so I'll be dormant for a while. Don't panic, I'll wake up soon."

"Thank you!" Tang Zheng felt a surge of gratitude. Once he recovered, he could return to his peak condition. He would make those who looked down on him pay.

A warm feeling enveloped his brain, and he experienced an unprecedented tranquility.

After a moment, the feeling disappeared, and he felt incredibly clear-headed, without any confusion.

"Is this it?" He carefully recalled the knowledge he had learned before, and the knowledge flooded in like a tide. His headache was gone.

"It's healed! It's really healed!" He excitedly danced around. "Tian Chanzi, I'm really healed!"

But no one answered him. He then remembered that Tian Chanzi had exhausted his energy and gone into dormancy.

"The Ancient Scroll of Heaven, what exactly is this that he values so much?" Tang Zheng's gaze fell on the ancient scroll, the four large characters seeming to possess a magical allure.

He gently unrolled the scroll, revealing a text of ancient elegance before him, and he couldn't help but read it aloud...

Chapter 003 The Secret of the Ancient Scroll of Heaven

The Ancient Scroll of Heaven was obscure and profound; it took Tang Zheng half an hour to read through its more than a thousand characters. Just

as he was about to put the scroll aside, he suddenly noticed a thin stream of energy flowing slowly through his meridians, warm and comforting, giving him a subtle state of being unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"Huh, how did I wake up so quickly?" Tian Chanzi's voice rang out again, quite surprised.

"You're awake!" Tang Zheng had thought he would be dormant for a long time, but he hadn't expected him to wake up so quickly. "

Hiss! How come you have true energy in your body? What did you just do?" Tian Chanzi screamed in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"True Qi? Is that flow of energy true qi?" Tang Zheng was taken aback. "I didn't do anything. I just read through this Ancient Scroll of Heaven."

"You cultivated the Ancient Scroll of Heaven?... How can this be? Yin Mo and I have studied the Ancient Scroll of Heaven for over a thousand years and gained nothing. We know absolutely nothing about this scroll. How could you cultivate it so quickly?" Tian Chanzi was practically spitting blood.

"I just read it once," Tang Zheng explained.

"Read... How did you read it?"

Tang Zheng rolled his eyes. How else could one read a book? Of course, it was by reading it word for word.

"Read it to me," Tian Chanzi said impatiently.

Tang Zheng had no choice but to read it word for word.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Tian Chanzi shouted, "Why are you reading it like that?"

"Isn't it supposed to be like this?" Tang Zheng was baffled. After living for so many years, had he forgotten how to read a book by rote?

"Shouldn't you read it vertically from right to left? Why are you reading it horizontally from left to right?"

"Isn't reading from left to right horizontally?"

This is common sense for modern people.

Tian Chanzi was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "So that's it, so that's it. No wonder I and Yin Mo have been researching for so many years without any results. It turns out we've been on the wrong track."

Ancient people read vertically from right to left. Tian Chanzi and Yin Mo had never considered other methods of reading, which was why they had been unable to uncover the secrets of the Heavenly Scroll.

"Fate... Could all of this be fate? The Ancient Scroll of Heaven belongs to this kid." Tian Chanzi was filled with emotion.

A thousand years ago, Tian Chanzi and Yin Mo discovered this mysterious ancient scroll simultaneously. The two fought fiercely, each wanting to possess it, but in the end, they were both severely injured, their physical bodies destroyed, and their divine consciousness was absorbed into the Ancient Scroll of Heaven.

The two continued their struggle within the scroll, but could never defeat each other. They also secretly studied the secrets of the Ancient Scroll of Heaven, but to no avail. The

Ancient Scroll of Heaven was completely incomprehensible, unlike the powerful techniques described in legends.

Over the millennia, the world changed, and the earth's crust shifted, burying the Ancient Scroll of Heaven underground, eventually fusing it into a rock. This rock was later used to build this experimental building, and the two remained trapped within the Ancient Scroll of Heaven, their divine consciousness confined to the basement.

They hoped to find a suitable living person to possess and be reborn, but they had stringent requirements for the host. If the host's constitution was too weak, they couldn't withstand their divine sense and would eventually die.

A few years ago, a female student with a Xuan Yin physique stepped into this place, giving the Yin Demon hope. He eagerly tried to possess her brain, but ultimately failed, resulting in him draining the female student's life essence.

However, although the Yin Demon failed to possess her, he absorbed the female student's Xuan Yin power, greatly increasing his strength and gradually suppressing Tian Chanzi.

It seemed that after several years of struggle, Tian Chanzi was about to be completely defeated and his soul would be scattered. At this time, Tang Zheng appeared, which led to this series of changes.

After hearing the convoluted cause and effect, Tang Zheng was secretly amazed, but also extremely fortunate. He owed not to become a dried-up human like that female student to his Nine Yang Sacred Body physique.

"Tian Chanzi, what exactly are the mysteries of the Nine Yang Sacred Body?"

"I don't know the specifics, but legend has it that the Nine Yang Sacred Body is one of the rarest physiques in the world, with endless mysteries. An ancient sage possessed the Nine Yang Sacred Body, and his power was heaven-shattering."

"So powerful!" Tang Zheng's heart surged with excitement. Did this mean he too would possess heaven-shattering supernatural powers in the future?

"But one also needs the right opportunity; not everyone is that powerful." Tian Chanzi poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

Tang Zheng snorted coldly, dissatisfied, and said, "You're just jealous of me."

"..." Tian Chanzi was speechless. It was indeed jealousy. Tang Zheng had unwittingly cultivated the Heaven-Reaching Ancient Scroll; if that wasn't jealousy, what would?

"Boy, don't be too happy yet. The Nine Yang Sacred Body is a rare physique, but everything has its limits. The Nine Yang Sacred Body also has a fatal flaw. It possesses pure Yang power, but no one's body can withstand such strong pure Yang power. All things in the world need the balance of Yin and Yang to thrive. The stronger the pure Yang power, the more it needs the balance of pure Yin power. Do you understand?" Tian Chanzi warned.

Tang Zheng's enthusiasm was immediately dampened. He asked, "What would happen if there were no pure Yin energy to balance it?"

"Your Yang energy would surge to the heavens, causing you to explode and die. Moreover, the stronger your power, the stronger your pure Yang energy becomes, and the closer you are to death. Kid, you're actually lucky. If you hadn't met me, you definitely wouldn't have lived past twenty, because without the balance of pure Yin energy, you would have died before you turned twenty."

Tang Zheng felt like he had fallen from heaven to hell. Fortunately, his mental fortitude was strong enough, and he quickly asked, "Twenty? I'm eighteen this year, which means I only have two years left to live? By the way, didn't you say that pure Yin energy could balance Yin and Yang and there wouldn't be any problems? Where can I find pure Yin energy?"

Tian Chanzi chuckled strangely, "Hehe, all things in nature are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Since there is pure Yang energy, there is naturally pure Yin energy. The purest and most Yin energy is mostly found in many remote and cold places. With your current strength, going to those places would only be suicide."

Tang Zheng felt utterly hopeless; this was as good as nothing.

"Kid, don't rush, I haven't finished speaking yet. Another kind of pure Yin power is within reach."

"Where?" Tang Zheng was overjoyed, as if he'd grasped a lifeline.

"Women!" Tian Chanzi said mysteriously.

"Women?" Tang Zheng was completely confused.

"That's right. Men possess pure Yang power, while women possess pure Yin power. As long as you absorb the pure Yin power from a woman, you can naturally achieve Yin-Yang harmony, and that way your life will be temporarily saved."

"Then how do I absorb a woman's pure Yin power?"

"The fastest shortcut is to go to bed with her."

Tang Zheng blushed. For an eighteen-year-old boy, this was far too embarrassing, although he occasionally fantasized about it.

"Tian Chanzi, you're shameless!"

Tian Chanzi said angrily. "Kid, I'm teaching you a way to save your life, and you're still criticizing this old man!" "

Alright, alright, I won't criticize you, but your method is completely impractical. I can't just go out on the street and grab any woman to sleep with, can I?" Tang Zheng said, half-laughing, half-crying.

"Of course not. While women possess pure Yin power, not every woman's Yin power is suitable for you. You need strong pure Yin power to achieve Yin-Yang harmony. Let me give you some basic knowledge: what people usually call 'masculine scent' is the natural aura and aroma emanating from pure Yang power. And why do women have such a pleasant scent? That's the aroma emanating from pure Yin power. The stronger the pure Yin power, the more pronounced the fragrance. The so-called 'virgin's scent' is the scent emitted by decades of accumulated pure Yin power."

Tang Zheng, hearing this for the first time, was very curious and asked, "So I'm supposed to pursue women with a pleasant scent and sleep with them?"

"That's true, but since you have the Nine Yang Sacred Body, one woman simply cannot achieve Yin-Yang harmony."

Tang Zheng's face immediately turned bitter. Are you kidding me? Am I supposed to pursue many women?

"Boy, don't overthink it. Since you're so compatible with the Ancient Scroll of Heaven, I can't pass on my cultivation method to you. The Ancient Scroll of Heaven is an extremely powerful and mysterious technique; cultivating it will be far more effective than cultivating my method," Tian Chanzi said, deeply disheartened, his hopes of returning to the sect dashed.

Tang Zheng calmed himself slightly and said, "Since you already know how to cultivate the Ancient Scroll of Heaven, you can cultivate it too."

"No, I just tried it. It turns out the Ancient Scroll of Heaven requires someone with no foundation to cultivate it. I already have a certain level of cultivation, so I can't cultivate it anymore. Sigh, I fought the Yin Demon to the death for the Ancient Scroll of Heaven, never imagining it wouldn't suit us at all, and in the end, it benefited you, kid."

"However, the Ancient Scroll of Heaven is a mental cultivation method, a foundation. You still have to learn the other things from me. Don't worry, I will teach you everything I know, because the stronger you are, the faster I will recover."

The deeper Tang Zheng's cultivation, the more Tian Chanzi's consciousness will be nourished, and the faster he will recover. When he reaches a certain level, he can leave Tang Zheng's mind and find a suitable host to be reborn.

"Don't worry, I will definitely study hard." Tang Zheng, having experienced this misfortune, has deeply realized the importance of strength.

He must become stronger!

Although becoming stronger means stronger pure Yang power, and a greater risk of self-destruction, this still cannot suppress his determination to become stronger.

"Now I'll explain some basic knowledge about cultivation. Cultivation is about seizing the power of heaven and earth, absorbing their spiritual energy into your body, and then, with the right techniques, transforming it into your own true energy. The stronger your true energy, the higher your strength."

"As the saying goes, there are eight extraordinary meridians. The human body has eight main meridians, each storing true energy. Cultivation levels are correspondingly divided into many realms such as Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Bigu (abstaining from grains), Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, and Mahayana. Each realm is further divided into nine grades. You've now entered the first grade of Qi Refining, with one inch of true energy in each of your eight meridians. When your true energy reaches two inches, you'll enter the second grade of Qi Refining… Wait, how can this be?"

Suddenly, Tian Chanzi exclaimed.

"What's wrong with you, all these sudden outbursts?"

"How come you have an extra main meridian, making a total of nine?" Tian Chanzi looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

The human body has countless meridians, but only the main meridians can truly store true energy. Yet, Tang Zheng's body now has nine meridians storing true energy.

Tang Zheng was baffled. A thought struck him, and indeed, nine meridians contained stored true energy.

"Could this be the secret of the Nine Yang Sacred Body?" Tian Chanzi muttered to himself. "Sigh, I don't understand either. It's come to this, there's nothing I can do."

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"How should I know?" Tian Chanzi said irritably.

Tang Zheng, feeling awkward, didn't dwell on the question and asked again, "So, do I have magic now?"

"Hmph, magic isn't so easy to learn. You must reach the third level of Qi Refining to cultivate magic."

"Then what can I do now?" Tang Zheng was slightly disappointed. He had originally thought he would soon possess the legendary magic, but it turned out to be nothing but a mirage.

"Of course there's something you can do. You can practice martial arts."

"Martial arts?"

"Yes, the world isn't just about cultivators; there are also martial artists, who are no weaker than cultivators. Martial artists, when they reach their peak, can also glimpse the Great Dao, achieving the same goal through different paths."

"Are martial artists really that powerful? Why are the ones shown on TV just flashy moves?" Tang Zheng was somewhat skeptical. This was a technological age; martial arts had declined and didn't seem as powerful as Tian Chanzi described.

"What do you know? True masters are rarely seen by ordinary people. Just remember, there are many talented people in the world, and you must quickly improve your strength. Now, I'll teach you the introductory martial art, the Heavenly Net Hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Zheng found a picture appearing in his mind, showing a complete set of movements.

"This is the Heavenly Net Hand. Although it's an introductory martial art, its power is still immense when practiced to its peak. The Heavenly Net Hand, as the name suggests, is like a net covering the sky and the earth, leaving the opponent nowhere to hide."

Tang Zheng was like a man with insatiable thirst; martial arts were like a stunning beauty, and he had no reason to refuse. Besides, Tian Chanzi's words were so powerful, they couldn't be false.

"Is this how you use it?" Tang Zheng's figure flashed, and he began to move according to the movements in the drawing.

Whoosh~

A gust of wind swept by, and he moved around the basement like a ghost.

Tian Chanzi was almost stunned. This kid's learning ability was too strong! He had only read it once and already had such a deep understanding. How could anyone else compete?

"Am I practicing correctly?" Tang Zheng stopped and asked.

Tian Chanzi was speechless with shock. After a moment of silence, he recovered from his stunned state and said weakly, "...No problem."

Tang Zheng's face lit up with joy. This sense of power was even stronger than the sense of accomplishment he gained from studying.

"Alright, that's enough for today. You need to work hard to cultivate the Ancient Scroll of Heaven." After Tian Chanzi finished speaking, he fell silent... He was really overwhelmed by Tang Zheng's inhuman learning speed.

Tang Zheng walked out of the laboratory building. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting a long shadow. School was over.

Pengcheng International School doesn't provide accommodation because most students come from well-off families and no one wants to live on campus.

Tang Zheng left the school and ran home. His home was located in the north of Changheng City, in the old city district, filled with countless urban villages—a notorious poor area.

The north of the city was worlds apart from the city center. Tang Zheng was already used to this. After running ten kilometers back to his doorstep, he wasn't panting as usual; instead, he felt refreshed.

"This is the mystery of entering the Qi Refining stage,"

he thought, taking a deep breath to calm himself before pushing open the dilapidated door. It was a small, detached house, only about forty square meters in size, low and dimly lit.

"Grandpa, I'm back," he called out, but there was no response; the house was empty.

Tang Zheng frowned. His grandfather must have gone out to work again, despite his illness. A pang shot through his heart, and he turned and ran outside.

The garbage dump, with its stench, would be avoided by ordinary people, but for those who made a living there, it was a treasure trove, a gift from heaven.

Tang Zheng was already used to the garbage dump environment, because his grandfather had raised him by scavenging for trash.

"Damn it, you old geezer, this is Tiger's territory! You dare to scavenge in Tiger's territory? You're asking for death!" A furious roar reached Tang Zheng's ears.

Chapter 004 The Old Witch Arrives

"I've always been scavenging for scraps here. When did this become your territory?" an old voice retorted indignantly.

"Damn it, still talking nonsense? Looking for a beating!" A muffled thud sounded as someone fell to the ground.

Tang Zheng's heart tightened, his anger rising rapidly. He knew that old voice all too well—it was his grandfather, Tang Dahai's voice.

He rushed to the scene and found his grandfather lying on the ground, being trampled underfoot by a burly man.

"Let go of my grandfather!" Tang Zheng roared.

"Where did this brat come from? Get lost!" The burly man glanced at Tang Zheng sideways, completely disregarding him.

"Xiao Zheng, what brings you here? Hurry up and go!" The old man gasped for breath, calling out weakly.

"Grandpa, I'm here to help you." Tang Zheng leaped onto the ground and quickly appeared in front of the burly man.

The burly man was slightly taken aback, not expecting Tang Zheng to be so fast. But seeing a mere student dare to challenge his authority, he was truly enraged and roared, "Kid, you're asking for a beating, so I'll grant your wish!"

Whoosh!

A punch was thrown, but it missed. Before the burly man could react, he was punched in the stomach, his stomach churning with excruciating pain.

"You…" The burly man was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he saw a massive fist hurtling towards his face. He screamed in pain, blood spurting from his nose, and fell backward.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Tang Zheng quickly helped the old man up, asking with concern.

The old man, panting heavily, weakly said, "I'm fine, Zheng, you should go quickly. This man looks fierce and is not someone to be trifled with."

"Grandpa, with me here, no one can bully you," Tang Zheng said firmly.

"Sigh, you should study hard. You can't fight for an old man like me. If the teacher finds out, you'll definitely be criticized," the old man said anxiously.

Tang Zheng felt a pang of pain in his heart. His grandfather always put him first, which made him even angrier at the burly man.

"Grandpa, you rest for a while. I'll deal with this man first," Tang Zheng turned and glared coldly at the burly man.

The burly man had already gotten to his feet, furious. He roared, "You brat, you're asking for death! Since that's how it is, then I'll show you what I'm made of!" With a

swift movement,

he drew a gleaming dagger, his menacing expression revealed.

The old man was startled and hurriedly cried out, "Xiao Zheng, run! I'll hold him off!"

"Grandpa, he can't hurt me," Tang Zheng comforted him, then glared fiercely at the burly man. "Why did you hurt my grandpa?"

"Damn it! This is Tiger's territory! You have to get Tiger's permission to live here! You dare to challenge Tiger's authority? Not killing you is already merciful!" the burly man roared menacingly.

"Tiger?" Tang Zheng was a model student and had never heard of Tiger.

The burly man's name was Dongzi; he was one of Tiger's henchmen, sent here to guard the territory. Anyone who found anything valuable in the area had to hand it over to him.

Tiger, whose real name is Lin Hu, is a big shot in the northern part of the city. He has a gang of henchmen and is a well-known figure in the Changheng City underworld.

Originally, he looked down on the garbage dump area, but a few days ago, someone dug up an antique from it and sold it for over a million.

Only then did Lin Hu take the area seriously, sending a henchman to guard it. Scavengers had to hand over anything they found for appraisal, and anything valuable would be stolen.

Tang Zheng's grandfather had been ill recently and was unaware of this new rule. Today, he dragged his ailing body to scavenge, which led to this series of conflicts.

"What, scared now? Let me tell you, it's too late." Dongzi said smugly, thinking that Tiger's name had intimidated Tang Zheng.

"I don't care if you're Tiger or Bull, if you dare hurt my grandfather, I won't let you get away with it." Tang Zheng was already a cultivator; how could he be afraid of a few thugs?

Dongzi was shocked. This kid had a death wish; even Tiger's name couldn't scare him.

"Hmph, kid, you dare say that? You're dead! Die!" Dongzi charged forward, his dagger aimed straight for Tang Zheng's chest.

Tang Zheng dodged, grabbed the man's wrist, and snapped—the bone broke. The burly man screamed, beads of sweat instantly forming on his forehead.

Bang!

Tang Zheng kicked Dongzi in the knee, and Dongzi's knees buckled, sending him sprawling to his knees.

"If you dare come here again, I'll break both your legs too," Tang Zheng said sternly. "Get lost!"

Dongzi, furious but unable to speak, cried out in anguish, "Kid, do you know the consequences of offending Brother Tiger?"

"Damn it, still daring to talk back!" Tang Zheng sneered, and snapped—Dongzi's other arm twisted like a pretzel.

"Ah, it hurts so much! Let me go! I'll never do it again!" Dongzi, clearly unprepared for Tang Zheng's ruthless decisiveness, begged for mercy with heart-wrenching cries.

The old man stared at Tang Zheng as if he were a stranger, frantically pleading, "Xiao Zheng, let him go! Someone's going to die!"

Tang Zheng released him, and Dongzi fled like a stray dog, no longer daring to utter a single boastful word.

"Oh no, this is a disaster! We should be avoiding these kinds of people, not messing with them!" The old man sighed, his face contorted with worry.

"Grandpa, if they dare come near me, I'll fight them every time," Tang Zheng reassured him.

"Xiao Zheng, they outnumber you and aren't good people. How can you possibly be a match for them? Besides, you're a student, how can you fight?"

"Grandpa, I know martial arts, they're no match for me."

"Nonsense, what martial arts do you know?" the old man said sternly. "The most important thing is to know your place, don't be arrogant."

Tang Zheng was helpless. In his grandfather's eyes, he was always a good student, and fighting was something he absolutely couldn't do.

"Sigh, forget it. If they come again, you can hide, and I'll let them beat me up. They'll be fine once they've calmed down," the old man muttered to himself.

Tang Zheng's nose stung with tears, and he clenched his fists, secretly vowing that if they dared to come, he would break their legs.

The grandfather and grandson returned home, and Tang Zheng began to cook. Over the years, the two had relied on each other, and he had honed his culinary skills, able to create unique and delicious dishes from simple ingredients.

"Little Zheng, you're growing, you need to eat more meat," the old man instructed, placing shredded meat from the plate into Tang Zheng's bowl.

"I'm eating, Grandpa, you should eat too. You've lost weight lately."

"Hehe, I'm already very content to have lived this long, especially with you by my side, Little Zheng. Heaven has truly been kind to me," the old man said, a happy and satisfied smile on his face.

They weren't biological grandfather and grandson; Tang Zheng was an abandoned child the old man had found in a garbage dump.

The kind-hearted old man adopted him, naming him Tang Zheng. For over ten years, they had depended on each other, with the old man doing his best to provide for Tang Zheng's needs. Fortunately, Tang Zheng was intelligent and quick-witted, excelling in his studies, which was the old man's greatest comfort.

"Little Zheng, if Grandpa is gone, you must take good care of yourself, okay?" the old man sighed softly, earnestly instructing him.

Tang Zheng was startled, dropping his chopsticks under the table, staring intently at his grandfather. "Grandpa, don't think like that, you'll be alright. Tomorrow we'll go to the hospital to get your illness treated."

The old man grinned, revealing deep wrinkles, and said, "I'm not thinking like that. I'm fine, it's just an old ailment. I went to the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor said that with some rest, it would be fine."

Tang Zheng knew that his grandfather had always been in poor health, supposedly due to internal organ damage in his youth, leaving him with chronic illnesses, but the doctors couldn't pinpoint the exact cause.

Some time ago, his old ailment relapsed, and he went to the hospital again. The doctor prescribed medication, and he seemed to be feeling a little better these past few days.

"Xiao Zheng, you'll be eighteen soon. Then you'll be an adult. Grandpa knows you've always been sensible. Grandpa hasn't been able to give you much; you'll have to walk your own path from now on."

A bad premonition rose in Tang Zheng's heart. His grandfather's words sounded like a final farewell; his illness was definitely not as simple as he imagined. Just

as Tang Zheng was about to ask more questions, a voice sounded outside: "Does Tang Zheng live here?"

"Old witch!" Tang Zheng immediately recognized the voice.

"Xiao Zheng, someone's looking for you," the old woman said.

"Grandpa, you eat first, I'll go out for a bit."

"Is it your friend?"

"It's our class teacher."

"Oh, it's the teacher! Then I must go see her. Xiao Zheng, your excellent grades at school are all thanks to your guidance and help. Grandpa has never thanked you in person before." The old man perked up and excitedly strode out.

Tang Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. A question arose in his mind: what was this old witch doing here?

He had been in high school for almost three years, and the old witch had never visited his home, though he had heard that she often visited Qiao Fei and Fang Shishi's homes.

"Teacher, hello, please come in." The old man, hunched over, invited him kindly.

Wu Cuihong frowned, looking at the wrinkled, white-haired, and poorly dressed old man, and said coldly, "You are Tang Zheng's grandfather?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you so much for taking care of Xiao Zheng at school and waiving his tuition. This is a great blessing for our family." The old man said gratefully, tears streaming down his face.

Tang Zheng came out and saw his grandfather being cautious while Wu Cuihong was arrogant. He felt a surge of anger and asked, "Teacher Wu, what can I do for you?"

"Tang Zheng, I've come to inform you of a few things."

"Teacher, please come inside and we can talk," the old man continued, inviting him.

Wu Cuihong glanced at the low-ceilinged house, curled her lip, unable to hide her disdain, and said, "I'll say it right here, Tang Zheng. Tomorrow you won't be going to Class One anymore. From now on, you'll be going to Class Seven."

"What?" Tang Zheng was shocked. Class One was the best class in the entire school, while Class Seven was the bottom-ranked "garbage class," known as the hell class, filled with spoiled brats who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. The two classes were worlds apart.

Although the old man didn't know the details, he could tell something from Wu Cuihong's tone and Tang Zheng's reaction. His face stiffened, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Teacher, did Xiao Zheng make a mistake?"

Chapter 005 Hell Class

Wu Cuihong snorted coldly and said, "Tang Zheng doesn't study hard. His grades have dropped drastically in the past six months. He's been last in the whole grade in several exams."

"What? Last in the whole grade?" The old man was shocked and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Tang Zheng felt a pang of pain in his heart. The thing he had been hiding had finally been exposed. Why was the old witch so cruel? This was like stabbing his grandfather in the heart.

Wu Cuihong completely ignored the feelings of the grandfather and grandson and continued, "Not only is he bad at studying, but he also has character problems. Today he even stole class funds. The school has already been more than lenient by not expelling him."

"...Stole class funds?" The old man stared blankly at Wu Cuihong, as if listening to gibberish.

"Yes!" Wu Cuihong's answer was decisive, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

Tang Zheng was furious. This was slander! Where was her dignity as a teacher?

"I didn't steal!" Tang Zheng retorted loudly.

Wu Cuihong glanced at him mockingly and said, "Of course you won't admit it, but who else could it be but you? Hmph, don't bother with your excuses. Look how poor your family is. Qiao Fei has already promised to cover the class expenses himself, making up for the class's loss. Look at the difference between you and Qiao Fei. But in the future, our class will be a great blessing to have you, this dragging-down..."

"Shut up!" "

Shut up!"

Suddenly, two loud shouts rang out in unison. Both the grandfather and grandson turned red in the face, especially the old man, who trembled with anger, his eyes bulging, and said, "You're slandering me! My Xiao Zheng wouldn't steal money. We may be poor, but the poor have pride too."

Wu Cuihong was startled by this display and said disdainfully, "Excuses!"

Tang Zheng's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he glared fiercely at Wu Cuihong, saying, "I said I didn't steal, and that's final!"

"Get out! You're not welcome in our house!" The old man took a step forward and suddenly roared.

Wu Cuihong instinctively stepped back, almost falling to the ground, looking disheveled and furious. "You really are an impolite barbarian! Humph, do you think I want to stay here? This place is filthy and chaotic. Even if you invited me with eight sedan chairs, I wouldn't come back!" "

Old witch, remember what you did today. One day I'll make you regret it," Tang Zheng said through gritted teeth.

"Haha, make me regret it? Do you have the ability?" Wu Cuihong mocked, but seeing the unfriendly expressions on the grandfather and grandson's faces, she quickly left.

The old man's aura changed, like a deflated balloon, his spirits waning as he silently watched Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng felt a sudden panic and quickly explained, "Grandpa, I really didn't steal the class funds."

"I know. Don't I know what kind of person my grandson is?" the old man forced a smile and said calmly.

Tang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a surge of warmth. Even if everyone else in the world didn't believe him, his grandfather would stand firmly by his side.

"But why did you lie to me?" Suddenly, the old man's face darkened. "Why have your grades dropped so drastically?"

"Grandpa, I didn't want you to worry. My memory wasn't good for a while, but it's better now. Just you watch, I'll definitely get first place in the city in the college entrance exam." Tang Zheng spoke with absolute certainty and full of confidence.

The old man stared at him intently for a long time before nodding. "I believe you." He didn't ask for specific details because he knew his grandson would never boast.

"Xiao Zheng, although you're no longer in Class 1, gold shines wherever it is. Don't be discouraged." The old man patted his shoulder, comforting him.

Tang Zheng nodded emphatically. He already had a plan. There were still three months until the college entrance exam. He didn't intend to immediately unleash his former glory. Otherwise, if he immediately regained first place in this monthly exam, he would definitely be transferred back to Class 1. He didn't want to face the old witch every day again.

"Actually, Class 7 is also a good choice. Quietly lie low, and then make a beautiful comeback in the college entrance exam, giving the old witch a good slap in the face."

The moon was bright and the stars were few; all was quiet.

Tang Zheng sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, circulating the cultivation technique of the Ancient Scroll of Heaven. Warm, comforting true energy flowed along his meridians.

He

exhaled deeply, feeling incredibly relaxed and full of energy. The true energy within his nine main meridians had increased by two points; a ten-point increase would be two inches of true energy.

"Boy, your Nine Yang Sacred Body and this Ancient Scroll of Heaven are truly a perfect match. This short day of cultivation is equivalent to a month's worth of progress for others," Tian Chanzi's voice echoed in Tang Zheng's mind.

Tang Zheng was secretly delighted; faster cultivation meant he could become stronger even faster.

"But I have bad news for you," Tian Chanzi abruptly changed the subject.

"What news?"

"Your grandfather's life force is almost exhausted; his days are numbered."

"What did you say!" Tang Zheng was shocked, as if struck by lightning. His ominous premonition had been confirmed, leaving his mind blank.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order; you have no need to grieve."

"Bullshit! He's my grandfather, not yours. Of course you're not sad!" Tang Zheng roared angrily. Tian Chanzi remained

silent. Having cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years, he had long since transcended the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, and didn't share Tang Zheng's intense feelings.

"Grandpa can't die. Aren't you a cultivator? You must have a way to save him, right?" Tang Zheng's mind flashed, and he asked impatiently.

"I am but a wisp of divine consciousness; I have no way to save him."

Tang Zheng's heart sank. Even Tian Chanzi couldn't help; did that mean his grandfather was truly beyond saving?

Seeing his dejected look, Tian Chanzi changed the subject, hesitatingly saying, "...Perhaps there is a glimmer of hope...but it's almost impossible unless a miracle occurs."

Tang Zheng was overjoyed, thinking, "Please don't speak so dramatically, it's terrifying!" "What can I do? I'm not afraid of difficulties, no matter how much suffering, as long as it can save Grandpa, I'm willing to endure it."

"There is a pill called the Life-Extending Pill, which can extend his lifespan by ten years," Tian Chanzi said mysteriously.

"Life-Extending Pill? Where can I find such a pill?"

"I don't have any, but you can refine it. As long as you reach the third rank of Qi Refining and find the Heavenly Fragrance Flower, the key ingredient for the Life-Extending Pill, I can teach you how to refine it."

"Then I will definitely cultivate to the third rank of Qi Refining as soon as possible. Where can I find the Heavenly Fragrance Flower? How much longer can my grandfather last?"

"Your grandfather's body can last another month, so you must reach the third rank of Qi Refining within this month. As for the Heavenly Fragrance Flower, it usually grows on cliffs and precipices; you'll have to find it yourself."

"Cliffs and precipices." Tang Zheng's heart stirred. There was a high mountain in the suburbs of Changheng City called Changheng Mountain, over two thousand meters above sea level. Changheng City was named after this mountain. "I can only try my luck at Changheng Mountain. I must find the Heavenly Fragrance Flower." "

The Heavenly Fragrance Flower was rare even in ancient times, let alone now. Furthermore, you must reach the third rank of Qi Refining within this month. It takes ordinary cultivators two years to go from the first rank of Qi Refining to the third rank; you only have one month..."

"Didn't you say my one day of cultivation is equivalent to someone else's one month? Then wouldn't I be able to achieve the equivalent of two years of cultivation in twenty days, and definitely reach the third rank of Qi Refining?" Tang Zheng said confidently.

Tian Chanzi immediately poured cold water on him: "Kid, you're thinking too easily. If cultivation were that easy, wouldn't everyone in the world be an expert? You're only fast now because you've just started cultivating. In a few days, your speed will plateau and become that of an ordinary person. Besides, I've observed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is thin in this era, much worse than the cultivation environment a thousand years ago. Reaching the third rank of Qi Refining in a month isn't as easy as you say."

Tang Zheng felt a chill in his heart. He had really been too optimistic. But even if there were difficulties, for his grandfather's life, he had to overcome them. He gritted his teeth and said firmly, "For my grandfather, I must succeed!"

Tang Zheng put all his effort into his practice, circulating the Tongtian Ancient Scroll technique again and again, his true qi gradually growing stronger.

As dawn broke, Tang Zheng finished his cultivation, prepared breakfast, woke his grandfather, and told him not to go out to work before heading to school.

Although his immediate priority was cultivation, he couldn't skip class; otherwise, his grandfather would be even more heartbroken.

At the gate of Tianpeng International School, luxury cars lined up one after another, like a car show. Many students got out of these cars and swaggered into the school.

"Tang Zheng, wait for me!" A melodious voice called out to Tang Zheng. He stopped and turned to see Fang Shishi getting out of a luxury car, carrying her backpack and walking quickly towards him.

Yesterday, almost everyone in the class thought he had stolen money, but only Fang Shishi believed him, and he felt a surge of gratitude.

"Tang Zheng, let's walk together." Fang Shishi smiled gently, her breath sweet and her flawless skin shimmering in the sunlight.

Tang Zheng nodded, and the two walked into the school together.

"Tang Zheng, I heard you were transferred to Class Seven," Fang Shishi said sadly.

Tang Zheng gave a bitter smile and said, "Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast."

"I'm sorry."

"What does this have to do with you? Why are you apologizing?"

"No, the school originally decided to expel you, and I begged my dad to let you stay in Class 1, but the other board members objected, so we had to temporarily put you in Class 7." Fang Shishi said apologetically.

Tang Zheng was furious. The school actually wanted to expel him! This must be some kind of witch stirring up trouble. Luckily, Fang Shishi helped him; otherwise, he might really have been expelled from school. Fang

Shishi's father, Fang Chongguo, was one of the board members of Tianpeng International School. If he hadn't intervened, Tang Zheng really wouldn't have been able to stay at the school.

After his anger subsided, an indescribable gratitude welled up within him. He looked intently at Fang Shishi and said sincerely, "Fang Shishi, thank you!"

Fang Shishi's pretty face flushed red under his intense gaze, more alluring than the rising sun. She smiled faintly and said, "We're classmates, no need to be so polite. I believe your grades will definitely recover."

Tang Zheng had almost lost faith in himself, but he hadn't expected Fang Shishi to believe in him so much. She was only the second person besides his grandfather to have such faith in him, giving him a strange feeling.

"Kid, I have good news for you. I've found a girl with sufficiently powerful pure Yin energy." Suddenly, Tian Chanzi's voice rang out.

Tang Zheng was taken aback. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [青衫文学] and reply with the number 21 to continue reading the exciting story!) "Where is she?"

"Hehe, you're really lucky, kid. She's so close, yet so far away. The girl next to you has a pure Yin body, her pure Yin power is exceptionally strong." Tian Chanzi chuckled. "Women's bodies are divided into different constitutions based on the amount of pure Yin power. Besides the general constitution, there are pure Yin bodies, mysterious Yin bodies, Yin Sha bodies, and Nine Yin Sacred Bodies."

"Fang Shishi." Tang Zheng subconsciously looked at her and found a faint smile on her lips, like a lotus flower blooming alone in the world, making one's heart flutter.

"If I really made her my girlfriend, it would truly be a great blessing in life." Tang Zheng knew that many people at school would love for Fang Shishi to be their girlfriend, but she had refused them all.

"Her family is so good, do you think I can win her over?" Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Qingshan Literature] and reply with the number 21 to continue reading the exciting story! "Boy, you're underestimating yourself. You're a cultivator now, it's her honor that you've taken a liking to her." Tian Chanzi gave him a stern lecture. Suddenly, he screamed, "What's going on? How come you're already absorbing her pure Yin power?"

"What are you yelling about?"

"Boy, you can absorb a woman's pure Yin power without even going to bed with her? Is this the mystery of the Nine Yang Sacred Body?" Tian Chanzi shouted.

Tang Zheng was overjoyed: "You mean I can absorb pure Yin power just by staying by her side?"

This was unbelievable, but Tian Chanzi had to admit it was true.

"No, this definitely isn't the effect of the Nine Yang Sacred Body, otherwise no one with the Nine Yang Sacred Body would have exploded and died before. This must be the effect of the Heavenly Scroll."

Tang Zheng didn't care what the effect was; in short, he had a way to absorb pure Yin power, and he could do it simply by staying near a girl, which was a thousand times easier than sleeping with her.

"Kid, don't get too excited yet. This absorption speed is much slower unless you spend a lot of time with her."

"Don't worry, I will definitely create opportunities to spend more time with her." Now that Tang Zheng had found a way, he was in a better mood.

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the door of Class 1, Grade 12.

"I'm going in first, good luck, Tang Zheng!" Fang Shishi waved her fist in encouragement, then skipped into the classroom like an elf.

Tang Zheng nodded, watching her go inside. He glanced at the nameplate on the door that read "Class 1, Grade 12," feeling the countless mocking glances coming from inside the classroom. A cold laugh ripped through him: "Go ahead and mock me all you want. I'll crush you all under my feet during the college entrance exam!" Qiao Fei sat in the classroom, his face bandaged and throbbing. He watched Tang Zheng from afar, then glanced at the flushed Fang Shishi, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Tang Zheng, you've already been expelled from Class 1, yet you still manage to win Fang Shishi's attention? Unbelievable! Hmph, it seems merely expelling you from Class 1 isn't enough. I must completely ruin your reputation."

I have three beautiful daughters, each as gorgeous as a flower, as beautiful as an angel. Their beautiful faces would bewitch any man. Of course, besides their pretty faces, each of them has their own unique charm.

The eldest sister is named Lina. She is 18 years old this year, but she is very mature. She has a full, round, and fair body with a shapely figure. In particular, her cherry lips are plump, red, and tempting. When she sucks on your penis, it is simply heavenly.

"Tang Zheng, you penniless wretch, hand over the stolen money!"

"I heard your grandfather was sick a few days ago. You must have stolen the money to pay for your deadbeat grandfather's medical treatment. It's a disgrace to have a penniless person like you in our class."

"Do you still think you were the top student in the city? Now you're the worst idiot, the school should have expelled you long ago."

The accusations and insults were endless. Tang Zheng's face flushed red, he bit his lip, tilted his head back, and firmly said, "I didn't steal the money!"

"Nonsense! If you didn't steal it, who did? You were the only one left in the classroom during recess. Besides, we're all rich; a few hundred yuan wouldn't bother us. You're the only penniless one. Who else could it be? Do you think money grows legs and runs away?"

"Qiao Fei, you're talking nonsense!" Tang Zheng's eyes were red. He was indeed poor, and his grandfather, who depended on him for survival, was indeed sick, but he had never stolen since he was a child.

His grandfather had always taught him that even the poor have their pride; not stealing or robbing, living with your head held high—that's the foundation of being a decent human being.

Tang Zheng, a child from a poor family, was a genius. From a young age, he displayed extraordinary learning abilities, ranking first in the city's high school entrance exam and being admitted to Pengcheng International School with all tuition and fees waived.

Tang Zheng lived up to expectations, maintaining his top ranking in the city for over two years, becoming a shining example for Pengcheng International School.

However, shortly after the start of his senior year, he was attacked and injured in the head on his way home from school. From then on, he suffered a chronic condition—headaches whenever he thought about problems, and extremely poor memory; knowledge he could easily remember before vanished completely.

This condition has persisted to this day, and even now in the second semester of his senior year, there has been no improvement; he consistently ranks last in his grade in every mock exam.

His fall from grace has alienated those who were once close to him, while those who were once envious gloated.

But Tang Zheng did not give up, trying again and again to study diligently, each time enduring headaches that nearly made him faint.

During today's morning exercise break, 600 yuan of class funds disappeared. Since Tang Zheng hadn't participated in the exercises due to a headache, class monitor Qiao Fei immediately accused him of stealing the money.

"Qiao Fei, Tang Zheng has always been an honest person, how could he steal money?" A melodious voice, like a lark's song, rang out, and Fang Shishi approached.

Tang Zheng gave her a grateful glance, and Fang Shishi smiled sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming, making everyone's breath catch.

Fang Shishi not only comes from a prestigious family but also has outstanding academic performance, previously ranking second in the entire school. Since Tang Zheng's injury, she has become number one.

But what's most striking is her beauty; she is one of the two school beauties of Pengcheng International School and the dream girl of many students.

Qiao Fei likes Fang Shishi and once openly pursued her, only to be rejected. But he hasn't given up and continues to secretly covet her.

Seeing that she was actually defending Tang Zheng, Qiao Fei, consumed by jealousy, coldly said, "Is he an honest person? I don't know. How many poor people are honest? Don't you see enough news reports about poor people stealing and breaking the law for money?"

"Yes, Qiao Fei is right," the crowd echoed, filled with righteous indignation.

This was a private aristocratic school. Except for Tang Zheng, a commoner, everyone else came from wealthy families and had an innate sense of superiority.

Tang Zheng glared at her angrily: "Qiao Fei, poor people have dignity too. I said I didn't steal, and that's final."

"Ha, you dare to yell at me? A poor person is a poor person, with no manners at all. What, you dare to glare at me? Want to hit me? Go ahead, hit me!" Qiao Fei leaned forward, speaking smugly.

The others looked at Tang Zheng with amusement. He had always been a well-behaved student, never causing trouble, and in everyone's eyes, he was even somewhat weak.

Moreover, Qiao Fei was tall and strong, easily 1.8 meters, while Tang Zheng was only 1.7 meters, a huge difference. He figured Qiao Fei wouldn't dare to make a move.

Fang Shishi wrinkled her delicate nose and advised, "Qiao Fei, we're all classmates, don't be like this."

"I didn't do anything! Tang Zheng wanted to hit me, so I let him!" Qiao Fei said smugly, certain Tang Zheng wouldn't dare, which made him appear powerful and brave.

"Tang Zheng, don't pay him any attention. I believe you didn't steal the money," Fang Shishi advised, but then stared in disbelief as a huge fist slammed into Qiao Fei's face.

"Ah!"

Qiao Fei screamed, clutching his nose, blood seeping from between his fingers. A collective

gasp

filled the air as everyone stared at Tang Zheng as if they'd seen a ghost. He… dared to make a move!

"Beat him up! Beat him hard!" Qiao Fei roared, and several of his lackeys swarmed towards Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng hurriedly protected his head, fists raining down on him like raindrops. Instead of screaming, he gritted his teeth, his eyes red as he stared intently at Qiao Fei.

"Kill him, this penniless bastard! I'll not only kill him, but I'll kill his old geezer grandfather too!" Qiao Fei roared furiously. Having been pampered since childhood, he had never suffered such hardship, especially in front of Fang Shishi. He had lost face big time; how could he face others if he didn't get his revenge?

Tang Zheng's eyes widened instantly. His grandfather was his only family; he wouldn't allow anyone to harm him.

Roar!

He broke through the encirclement like a leopard, pouncing on Qiao Fei. Although there was a significant height difference between them, Tang Zheng's years of long-distance running training gave him a much better physique and greater strength than the pampered Qiao Fei. Using both fists and feet, Qiao Fei's face was soon a swollen mess.

Everyone was stunned. Tang Zheng… how did he suddenly become so fierce?

Fang Shishi opened her mouth wide, looking at Qiao Fei's pig-like face, feeling a little relieved. Qiao Fei often harassed her, which annoyed her to no end.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out, and everyone's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the old witch had appeared.

The old witch was none other than the homeroom teacher, Wu Cuihong, in her fifties, with a thick waist and thick legs. She was exceptionally fierce, and almost everyone was afraid of her.

"Tang Zheng, what are you doing?" Wu Cuihong's anger surged up.

Tang Zheng stopped punching, and Qiao Fei immediately got up, staring at Tang Zheng with lingering fear, saying, "You… you dare to hit me."

"What exactly happened?" Wu Cuihong swept her eyes around and asked authoritatively.

"Teacher, Tang Zheng stole the class funds and even hit people." Several lackeys quickly added fuel to the fire.

"I didn't steal the money!" Tang Zheng retorted almost stubbornly.

Wu Cuihong immediately frowned deeply, looking at Tang Zheng with displeasure. She used to think she had found a treasure, after all, he always ranked first in the city in exams, and she, as his homeroom teacher, was proud of him. But deep down, she looked down on the penniless Tang Zheng.

After Tang Zheng fell from grace and became last in the class, her attitude towards him completely changed, and she showed him no kindness whatsoever.

Because Tang Zheng not only couldn't bring her any benefit, but had become a burden. She had been applying to the school to transfer Tang Zheng to another class or expel him, but the school hadn't made a final decision yet.

Wu Cuihong suddenly had a bright idea; this was a golden opportunity to get rid of this burden.

"Everyone else go back to your seats and study. A few students, help Qiao Fei to the infirmary. Tang Zheng, you come with me," Wu Cuihong coldly instructed.

"Tang Zheng is in trouble now. I wonder how the old witch will deal with him," someone said gloatingly.

Watching Tang Zheng's retreating figure, Fang Shishi's expression was complicated. She bit her lip and ran after him. "Teacher, I believe Tang Zheng didn't steal the money. There must be some misunderstanding."

Wu Cuihong stopped and looked at Fang Shishi kindly. "Shishi, money doesn't grow wings and fly away. Since so many people say Tang Zheng stole it, it can't be wrong. Go back to class."

"No, there must be some misunderstanding," Fang Shishi insisted.

Wu Cuihong's face darkened slightly, but she still said kindly, "Shishi, you have to trust your teacher. I'll handle it."

Fang Shishi looked at Tang Zheng and saw that he was clenching his teeth and not saying a word, clearly feeling extremely wronged.

Wu Cuihong didn't want to say more and took Tang Zheng downstairs.

"Tang Zheng, not only are your grades bad and you're dragging the class down, but now you've also stolen money and hit people. What are you trying to do? Is this something a student should do?" Wu Cuihong criticized fiercely downstairs.

“Teacher, I didn’t steal the money. Qiao Fei slandered me, that’s why I hit him.”

“Hmph, he slandered you, but why didn’t he slander the other students? A clear conscience fears no accusation,” Wu Cuihong said contemptuously.

Tang Zheng glared at her angrily. As a teacher, she made conclusions without even investigating. He had always respected her; he was simply blind.

“You don’t need to attend class today. Go clean the basement of the lab,” Wu Cuihong said with a disgusted look, waving her hand.

“A haunted building?” Tang Zheng was startled.

Wu Cuihong raised an eyebrow and said, “Nonsense! What haunted building? If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me, I’ll have your parents called.”

Tang Zheng swallowed hard and remained silent. His grandfather was already sick; how could he come to school? Besides, he couldn’t tell his grandfather about his situation at school, otherwise, his grandfather would be very sad and it would worsen his condition.

He dared not tell his grandfather about his declining grades because he had always been his grandfather’s pride. He couldn’t bear to make his grandfather sad. He had been working hard to overcome difficulties and strive to reach the top again, so that his grandfather could continue to be happy.

The laboratory building, known as the "haunted building" among students, wasn't entirely unfounded. Several years ago, a horrifying incident occurred there: a female student was found dead in the basement, her blood supposedly drained, leaving her a mummified corpse.

The police were unable to solve the case, and the school even invited a highly respected monk to perform a ritual. No such strange events occurred in the following years, but the legend of the haunted building persisted, and no one wanted to come there except for lab classes.

Wu Cuihong's decision to have him clean the basement was clearly malicious; she wanted to scare him, or perhaps make him suffer the same fate as that female student.

"Hmph, I'm not easily frightened," Tang Zheng retorted, displaying considerable courage. Wu Cuihong was deliberately trying to scare him; if he backed down, wouldn't that be playing into her hands?

Squeak!

The basement door was pushed open, and a damp, musty smell rushed out. Tang Zheng shivered; the basement was much colder than outside…

Chapter 002 Nine Yang Holy Body

The basement was filled with abandoned experimental equipment, covered in a thick layer of dust and sparsely covered with cobwebs.

Tang Zheng frowned. There was no point in cleaning it; the old witch was just trying to mess with him.

To avoid giving him more ammunition, he picked up a broom and started sweeping. An hour later, he was slightly sweating, and the basement was sparkling clean.

“So this is what a haunted building is like. Looks like it only scares cowards.” Tang Zheng curled his lip, no longer feeling any fear.

“Kid, you’ve finally arrived!” A small voice suddenly rang out, startling him.

“Who’s there?” His hair stood on end. He looked around, but there was no one in sight. “I must be too nervous and hallucinating.”

“Kid, I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” The voice rang out again.

Tang Zheng's face turned ashen. This was definitely not a hallucination; the voice was real.

"Who...who are you? Don't hide, or I'll find you and make you regret it." Tang Zheng's voice trembled.

Even someone as brave as him could be frightened.

"Tian Chanzi, you think you can turn the tables? You're dreaming." Another sinister voice rang out, sending chills down one's spine just by hearing it.

"Yin Demon, what are you going to do?"

"Heh, of course, I'll kill him, so you'll never have a chance to rise again."

"Don't even think about it!"

"Heh heh, I absorbed the power of Xuan Yin a few years ago, and I've completely refined it over the years. You're no match for me anymore. Do you think you can stop me?"

"Boy, run!" the first voice roared.

Tang Zheng was certain this wasn't a prank. Could there really be a ghost? He tried to run away, but found himself unable to move, as if he'd been frozen in place.

"Why can't I move?" Tang Zheng was terrified, his eyes wide.

"Haha, of course you can't move. I've cast a spell on you, it would be a miracle if you could move." The cold voice said smugly. "Tian Chanzi, I'll devour his soul right away, crushing your last hope, hehehe."

"Yin Demon, you're too despicable!"

"Haha, I'm a demon, despicable is in my nature."

"Ah!"

Tang Zheng screamed, his brain felt like it was being pricked by needles, a headache ten thousand times worse than usual, causing him to instantly lose consciousness and faint.

Two streams of divine consciousness entered Tang Zheng's brain, rapidly surging towards its depths, one black, the other blue. The black divine consciousness was faster, quickly reaching Tang Zheng's central nervous system.

"Tian Chanzi, you've failed. You'll soon be scattered from this world, hehehe." Yin Demon grinned smugly.

Swoosh!

The black divine consciousness pierced Tang Zheng's central nervous system.

"Heaven has forsaken me, Tian Chanzi!" Tian Chanzi cried out in despair.

After so many years, he had finally encountered someone with the Xuan Yang Physique, hoping to use him to restore his strength and fight the Yin Demon to the death. Unexpectedly, the Yin Demon had been nourished by the Xuan Yin Physique a few years prior, and his strength had surpassed his own. This time, the Yin Demon had beaten him to the punch. Once Tang Zheng died, Tian Chanzi would have no chance to recover.

"Ah! How could this be? This kid isn't with the Xuan Yang Physique, he… he's actually… the Nine Yang Sacred Physique!"

Suddenly, the Yin Demon roared in alarm, trying to escape from Tang Zheng's central nervous system, only to find himself enveloped by a vast expanse of pure Yang energy.

"The Nine Yang Sacred Body!" Tian Chanzi exclaimed in surprise.

The Nine Yang Sacred Body existed only in legends, yet he had unexpectedly encountered it. Like the Xuan Yang Body, the Nine Yang Sacred Body was a body of supremely pure Yang, but the Nine Yang Sacred Body was even more refined, containing immense pure Yang power.

"Haha, Yin Demon, you brought this on yourself! You're doomed now!" Tian Chanzi exclaimed excitedly.

The Yin Demon's cultivation method was primarily Yin-based, and supremely pure Yang power was its nemesis. However, it had only entered Tang Zheng's body to kill him, believing it could handle the Xuan Yang Body, to prevent Tian Chanzi from absorbing this pure Yang power.

Tian Chanzi's cultivation method was Yang-based; if he absorbed this pure Yang power, his strength would greatly increase, threatening the Yin Demon's safety.

"Tian Chanzi, I refuse to accept this! How can this kid possess the Nine Yang Sacred Body?" the Yin Demon roared in anguish.

"Yin Demon, you great demon, this is the will of Heaven! Heaven is going to destroy you!" Tian Chanzi said.

"Ah! I refuse—to accept this—" The cry abruptly stopped, and everything returned to calm. The Yin Demon's consciousness had been completely refined by the pure Yang power.

Tian Chanzi dared not advance any further. Just as he was about to withdraw from Tang Zheng's brain, he found a powerful attraction firmly binding him.

"What's going on? Is he going to deal with me?" Tian Chanzi charged around, but found he couldn't break free of the restraints.

"This... how can the Nine Yang Sacred Body have such power? It's easy to get in, but so difficult to get out."

"Huh, my consciousness has actually become a little stronger." Suddenly, Tian Chanzi noticed something strange. It seemed that the pure Yang power hadn't harmed him; instead, it had strengthened his consciousness.

...

Tang Zheng opened his eyes groggily. The stinging pain had completely disappeared, and the scene before he fainted was still fresh in his memory.

"A ghost! A ghost!" He felt a chill run through him; the eerie feeling even terrified this atheist.

"Boy, I'm not a ghost. You don't need to be afraid," Tian Chanzi's voice rang out.

"Who...who are you? Where are you?" Tang Zheng stammered, looking around but not finding a soul.

"I'm in your mind."

"...In...mind?" Tang Zheng swallowed hard.

"Don't worry, I won't harm you," Tian Chanzi said gently, thinking to himself, "If you don't mess with me, everything will be fine. How could I possibly harm you?

If you don't harm me, why would you go into my head? Do you think I'm stupid?" Tang Zheng thought to himself.

"You don't believe me?"

"No, I believe you." Tang Zheng hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, so he decided to calm him down first. Wasn't there some Yin Demon before? How come there's only Tian Chanzi now?

"The Yin Demon is already dead in your hands," Tian Chanzi said, seeing right through him.

"Die in my hands?" Tang Zheng was dumbfounded. Wait, how did he know what I was thinking?

"I'm in your mind. I know everything you're thinking. From now on, you don't need to speak to me; we can communicate directly with our divine sense," Tian Chanzi explained.

"Then hurry up and get out of my head." Tang Zheng didn't like the feeling of being so blatantly exposed to someone.

"I can't get out," Tian Chanzi said with a wry smile. "My divine sense is weak right now, imprisoned by your Nine Yang Sacred Body. Unless I recover my strength, or you become strong enough to control the pure Yang power of the Nine Yang Body and release me, I can only stay in your head."

To be honest, he didn't want to get out for the time being. His divine sense was fragile and could very well dissipate, while Tang Zheng's pure Yang power could nourish it.

Tang Zheng's face turned ashen. What kind of situation was this?

"I am a cultivator from a thousand years ago, possessing the ability to move mountains and fill seas. Rest assured, I will not mistreat you while temporarily residing within your brain. I will teach you the methods of cultivation, granting you extraordinary abilities."

"The methods of cultivation?" Tang Zheng's heart stirred. He had thought it was just a legend, but it seemed to truly exist.

Since the other party couldn't leave for the time being, he had no choice but to accept it, his heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of cultivation.

"Of course, I will make you a strong person, a true strong person." Tian Chanzi vowed confidently. Tang Zheng possessed the Nine Yang Sacred Body; if he were taken under his wing, his future achievements would be limitless, and he would have the opportunity to return to his sect.

He was originally an outcast expelled from his sect, his greatest wish being to return. If he had a disciple with the Nine Yang Sacred Body, that would be his greatest asset in returning to his sect.

"Now, help me retrieve something, and then I'll teach you the cultivation technique."

Tang Zheng followed the instructions, breaking a piece of floorboard in the corner to reveal an ancient parchment scroll embedded in a stone, inscribed with the four characters "Tongtian Ancient Scroll."

"What is this?"

"A good thing. Keep it for now; I'll tell you later. I'll first refine the blood stasis in your brain, and then I'll teach you the technique." Tian Chanzi had just examined him and found that many meridians in his brain were blocked by blood stasis, which needed to be cleared before he could cultivate.

"Blood stasis?"

"Yes, was your brain injured before?"

Tang Zheng immediately recalled the injury he suffered half a year ago. Could his headaches be due to this blood stasis?

"Don't worry, it's just a minor problem. I will heal you, but it will consume a lot of my power, so I will temporarily hibernate for a while. Don't panic; I will wake up soon."

"Thank you!" Tang Zheng felt a surge of emotion. After his injury healed, he could return to his former peak condition. He would make those who looked down on him pay.

A warm feeling enveloped his brain, and he felt an unprecedented tranquility.

A moment later, the feeling disappeared, and he felt incredibly clear-headed, without any of the confusion.

"Could it be that I'm all better now?" He carefully recalled the knowledge he had learned before, and the knowledge flooded in like a tide, and his headache was gone.

"It's better, it's really better!" He excitedly danced around, "Tian Chanzi, I'm really better."

But no one answered him, and he then remembered that Tian Chanzi had exhausted his energy and gone into hibernation.

"The Ancient Scroll of Heaven, what exactly is this that he values so much?" Tang Zheng's gaze fell on the ancient scroll, and the four large characters seemed to have a magical power that attracted him.

He gently unfolded the ancient scroll, and an ancient and elegant text appeared before him. He couldn't help but read it aloud...

Chapter 003 The Secret of the Ancient Scroll of Heaven

The Ancient Scroll of Heaven was obscure and profound. It took Tang Zheng half an hour to read through all of its more than a thousand characters. Just

as he was about to put the scroll aside, he suddenly discovered a thin stream of energy flowing slowly through his meridians, warm and comforting, allowing him to experience a subtle state he had never felt before.

"Huh? How come I woke up so quickly?" Tian Chanzi's voice rang out again, sounding quite surprised.

"You're awake!" Tang Zheng thought he would be dormant for a long time, but he didn't expect to wake up so quickly.

"Hiss! How come you have true energy in your body? What did you just do?" Tian Chanzi screamed in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"True energy? Is that flow of energy true energy?" Tang Zheng was taken aback. "I didn't do anything. I just read through this ancient scroll."

"You've cultivated the Ancient Scroll of Heaven?... How can this be? Yin Mo and I have studied the Ancient Scroll of Heaven for over a thousand years and gained nothing. We know absolutely nothing about this scroll. How could you cultivate it all at once?" Tian Chanzi was practically spitting blood.

"I only read it once," Tang Zheng explained.

"Read... How did you read it?"

Tang Zheng rolled his eyes. How else could you read a book? Of course,

you read it word for word. "Read it to me," Tian Chanzi said impatiently.

Tang Zheng had no choice but to read it word for word.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Tian Chanzi shouted, "Why are you reading it like that?"

"Isn't this how you read it?" Tang Zheng was baffled. After living for so many years, did he not even know how to read a book by rote?

"Shouldn't you read it vertically from right to left? Why are you reading it horizontally from left to right?"

"Isn't reading a book horizontally from left to right?"

This is common sense for modern people.

Tian Chanzi remained silent for a while, then sighed deeply and said, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is. No wonder Yin Mo and I have been studying it for so many years without any results. It turns out we've been on the wrong path."

Ancient people read vertically from right to left, and Tian Chanzi and Yin Mo had never considered other methods of reading, which is why they had been unable to uncover the secrets of the Tongtian Ancient Scroll.

"Fate... could all of this be fate? The Tongtian Ancient Scroll belongs to this kid." Tian Chanzi was filled with emotion.

A thousand years ago, Tian Chanzi and Yin Mo discovered this mysterious ancient scroll by chance. They fought fiercely, each wanting to possess it, but ultimately both were severely injured, their physical bodies destroyed, and their divine consciousness absorbed by the Tongtian Ancient Scroll.

Within the scroll, they continued their open and covert struggles, but could never defeat each other. They also silently studied the secrets of the Tongtian Ancient Scroll, but to no avail.

The Tongtian Ancient Scroll was completely incomprehensible, unlike the powerful techniques described in legends.

Over a thousand years, through countless changes and tectonic shifts, the Ancient Scroll of Heaven was buried underground, eventually merging with a rock. This rock was later used to construct this experimental building. The two individuals were trapped within the Ancient Scroll, their spiritual awareness confined to the basement.

They hoped to find a suitable living person to possess and reborn, but the host had stringent requirements; if the body was too weak, it couldn't withstand their spiritual power and would ultimately perish.

A few years ago, a female student with a Xuan Yin physique arrived, giving the Yin Demon hope. He eagerly attempted to possess her brain, but ultimately failed, draining her of all her life essence.

Although the Yin Demon failed to possess her, he absorbed her Xuan Yin power, greatly increasing his strength and gradually suppressing Tian Chanzi.

It seemed that after years of struggle, Tian Chanzi was about to be completely defeated and his soul scattered. Then Tang Zheng appeared, leading to this series of unforeseen events.

After hearing the convoluted story, Tang Zheng was secretly astonished, yet also incredibly fortunate. He owed his survival, unlike that female student who had turned into a dried-up human body, to his Nine Yang Sacred Body.

"Tian Chanzi, what are the mysteries of the Nine Yang Sacred Body?"

"I don't know the specifics, but legend says it's one of the rarest physiques in the world, infinitely mysterious. An ancient sage possessed the Nine Yang Sacred Body, and his power was heaven-shattering."

"So powerful!" Tang Zheng's heart surged with excitement. Did this mean he too would possess heaven-shattering supernatural abilities in the future?

"But one also needs the right opportunity; not everyone is that powerful." Tian Chanzi poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

Tang Zheng snorted coldly, dissatisfied, and said, "You're just jealous of me."

"..." Tian Chanzi was speechless. Indeed, he was jealous. Tang Zheng had unwittingly mastered the Heaven-Reaching Ancient Scroll; if that wasn't jealousy, what was?

"Boy, don't be too happy yet. The Nine Yang Sacred Body is a rare physique, but everything has its limits. The Nine Yang Sacred Body also has a fatal flaw. It possesses pure Yang power, but no one's body can withstand such strong pure Yang power. All things in the world need the balance of Yin and Yang to thrive. The stronger the pure Yang power, the more it needs the balance of pure Yin power. Do you understand?" Tian Chanzi warned.

Tang Zheng's enthusiasm was immediately dampened. He asked, "What would happen if there were no pure Yin energy to balance it?"

"Your Yang energy would surge to the heavens, causing you to explode and die. Moreover, the stronger your power, the stronger your pure Yang energy becomes, and the closer you are to death. Kid, you're actually lucky. If you hadn't met me, you definitely wouldn't have lived past twenty, because without the balance of pure Yin energy, you would have died before you turned twenty."

Tang Zheng felt like he had fallen from heaven to hell. Fortunately, his mental fortitude was strong enough, and he quickly asked, "Twenty? I'm eighteen this year, which means I only have two years left to live? By the way, didn't you say that pure Yin energy could balance Yin and Yang and there wouldn't be any problems? Where can I find pure Yin energy?"

Tian Chanzi chuckled strangely, "Hehe, all things in nature are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Since there is pure Yang energy, there is naturally pure Yin energy. The purest and most Yin energy is mostly found in many remote and cold places. With your current strength, going to those places would only be suicide."

Tang Zheng felt utterly hopeless; this was as good as nothing.

"Kid, don't rush, I haven't finished speaking yet. Another kind of pure Yin power is within reach."

"Where?" Tang Zheng was overjoyed, as if he'd grasped a lifeline.

"Women!" Tian Chanzi said mysteriously.

"Women?" Tang Zheng was completely confused.

"That's right. Men possess pure Yang power, while women possess pure Yin power. As long as you absorb the pure Yin power from a woman, you can naturally achieve Yin-Yang harmony, and that way your life will be temporarily saved."

"Then how do I absorb a woman's pure Yin power?"

"The fastest shortcut is to go to bed with her."

Tang Zheng blushed. For an eighteen-year-old boy, this was far too embarrassing, although he occasionally fantasized about it.

"Tian Chanzi, you're shameless!"

Tian Chanzi said angrily. "Kid, I'm teaching you a way to save your life, and you're still criticizing this old man!" "

Alright, alright, I won't criticize you, but your method is completely impractical. I can't just go out on the street and grab any woman to sleep with, can I?" Tang Zheng said, half-laughing, half-crying.

"Of course not. While women possess pure Yin power, not every woman's Yin power is suitable for you. You need strong pure Yin power to achieve Yin-Yang harmony. Let me give you some basic knowledge: what people usually call 'masculine scent' is the natural aura and aroma emanating from pure Yang power. And why do women have such a pleasant scent? That's the aroma emanating from pure Yin power. The stronger the pure Yin power, the more pronounced the fragrance. The so-called 'virgin's scent' is the scent emitted by decades of accumulated pure Yin power."

Tang Zheng, hearing this for the first time, was very curious and asked, "So I'm supposed to pursue women with a pleasant scent and sleep with them?"

"That's true, but since you have the Nine Yang Sacred Body, one woman simply cannot achieve Yin-Yang harmony."

Tang Zheng's face immediately turned bitter. Are you kidding me? Am I supposed to pursue many women?

"Boy, don't let your imagination run wild. Since you and the Ancient Scroll of Heaven are so compatible, I have no way to pass on the cultivation technique to you. The Ancient Scroll of Heaven is an extremely powerful and mysterious technique. You will be much more powerful practicing it than practicing my technique." Tian Chanzi said, feeling greatly discouraged, as his hopes of returning to the sect were dashed.

Tang Zheng calmed himself down slightly and said, "Since you already know the cultivation method of the Tongtian Ancient Scroll, you can cultivate it too."

"No, I just tried it. It turns out the Tongtian Ancient Scroll requires someone without any foundation to cultivate. I already have a certain level of cultivation, so I can't cultivate it. Sigh, I fought the Yin Demon to the death for the Tongtian Ancient Scroll, never imagining it wouldn't suit us at all, and in the end, it benefited you, kid."

"However, the Tongtian Ancient Scroll is a mental cultivation method, a foundation. You still need to learn the other things from me. Don't worry, I will teach you everything I know, because the stronger you become, the faster I will recover."

The deeper Tang Zheng's power, the more nourished Tian Chanzi's consciousness will be, and the faster he will recover. Once he reaches a certain level, he can detach from Tang Zheng's mind and find a suitable host to be reborn.

"Don't worry, I will definitely study hard." Tang Zheng, having experienced such a change, has deeply understood the importance of strength.

He had to become stronger!

Although becoming stronger meant having more pure Yang energy, which increased the risk of self-destruction, this still couldn't suppress his determination to become stronger.

"Now, let me explain some knowledge about cultivation to you. Cultivation is about seizing the creation of heaven and earth, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one's own body, and then, with the help of techniques, transforming it into one's own true energy. The stronger the true energy, the higher one's strength."

"As the saying goes, there are eight extraordinary meridians. The human body has eight major meridians, and each meridian stores true energy. The levels of cultivation are correspondingly divided into many realms such as Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Bigu (abstaining from grains), Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, and Mahayana. Each realm is further divided into nine grades. Now you have entered the first grade of Qi Refining, with one inch of true energy in each of the eight meridians. When your true energy reaches two inches, you will enter the second grade of Qi Refining... Wait, how could this be?"

Suddenly, Tian Chanzi exclaimed.

"What's wrong with you jumping around like this?"

"How come you have an extra major meridian, making a total of nine major meridians?" Tian Chanzi looked as if he had seen a ghost.

The human body has countless meridians, but only the main meridians can truly store true qi. However, at this moment, Tang Zheng had nine meridians storing true qi.

Tang Zheng was baffled. With a thought, he realized that nine meridians indeed stored true qi.

"Could this be the secret of the Nine Yang Sacred Body?" Tian Chanzi muttered to himself. "Sigh, I don't understand either. It's come to this, and there's nothing I can do."

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"How should I know?" Tian Chanzi said irritably.

Tang Zheng, feeling awkward, didn't dwell on the question and asked again, "So, do I have magic now?"

"Hmph, magic isn't so easy to learn. You must reach the third level of Qi Refining to cultivate magic."

"Then what can I do now?" Tang Zheng was slightly disappointed. He had originally thought he would soon possess the legendary magic, but it turned out to be nothing but a mirage.

"Of course there's something you can do. You can practice martial arts."

"Martial arts?"

"Yes, the world isn't just about cultivators; there are also martial artists, who are no weaker than cultivators. Martial artists, when they reach their peak, can also glimpse the Great Dao, achieving the same goal through different paths."

"Are martial artists really that powerful? Why are the ones shown on TV just flashy moves?" Tang Zheng was somewhat skeptical. This was a technological age; martial arts had declined and didn't seem as powerful as Tian Chanzi described.

"What do you know? True masters are rarely seen by ordinary people. Just remember, there are many talented people in the world, and you must quickly improve your strength. Now, I'll teach you the introductory martial art, the Heavenly Net Hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Zheng found a picture appearing in his mind, showing a complete set of movements.

"This is the Heavenly Net Hand. Although it's an introductory martial art, its power is still immense when practiced to its peak. The Heavenly Net Hand, as the name suggests, is like a net covering the sky and the earth, leaving the opponent nowhere to hide."

Tang Zheng was like a man with insatiable thirst; martial arts were like a stunning beauty, and he had no reason to refuse. Besides, Tian Chanzi's words were so powerful, they couldn't be false.

"Is this how you use it?" Tang Zheng's figure flashed, and he began to move according to the movements in the drawing.

Whoosh~

A gust of wind swept by, and he moved around the basement like a ghost.

Tian Chanzi was almost stunned. This kid's learning ability was too strong! He had only read it once and already had such a deep understanding. How could anyone else compete?

"Am I practicing correctly?" Tang Zheng stopped and asked.

Tian Chanzi was speechless with shock. After a moment of silence, he recovered from his stunned state and said weakly, "...No problem."

Tang Zheng's face lit up with joy. This sense of power was even stronger than the sense of accomplishment he gained from studying.

"Alright, that's enough for today. You need to work hard to cultivate the Ancient Scroll of Heaven." After Tian Chanzi finished speaking, he fell silent... He was really overwhelmed by Tang Zheng's inhuman learning speed.

Tang Zheng walked out of the laboratory building. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting a long shadow. School was over.

Pengcheng International School doesn't provide accommodation because most students come from well-off families and no one wants to live on campus.

Tang Zheng left the school and ran home. His home was located in the north of Changheng City, in the old city district, filled with countless urban villages—a notorious poor area.

The north of the city was worlds apart from the city center. Tang Zheng was already used to this. After running ten kilometers back to his doorstep, he wasn't panting as usual; instead, he felt refreshed.

"This is the mystery of entering the Qi Refining stage,"

he thought, taking a deep breath to calm himself before pushing open the dilapidated door. It was a small, detached house, only about forty square meters in size, low and dimly lit.

"Grandpa, I'm back," he called out, but there was no response; the house was empty.

Tang Zheng frowned. His grandfather must have gone out to work again, despite his illness. A pang shot through his heart, and he turned and ran outside.

The garbage dump, with its stench, would be avoided by ordinary people, but for those who made a living there, it was a treasure trove, a gift from heaven.

Tang Zheng was already used to the garbage dump environment, because his grandfather had raised him by scavenging for trash.

"Damn it, you old geezer, this is Tiger's territory! You dare to scavenge in Tiger's territory? You're asking for death!" A furious roar reached Tang Zheng's ears.

Chapter 004 The Old Witch Arrives

"I've always been scavenging for scraps here. When did this become your territory?" an old voice retorted indignantly.

"Damn it, still talking nonsense? Looking for a beating!" A muffled thud sounded as someone fell to the ground.

Tang Zheng's heart tightened, his anger rising rapidly. He knew that old voice all too well—it was his grandfather, Tang Dahai's voice.

He rushed to the scene and found his grandfather lying on the ground, being trampled underfoot by a burly man.

"Let go of my grandfather!" Tang Zheng roared.

"Where did this brat come from? Get lost!" The burly man glanced at Tang Zheng sideways, completely disregarding him.

"Xiao Zheng, what brings you here? Hurry up and go!" The old man gasped for breath, calling out weakly.

"Grandpa, I'm here to help you." Tang Zheng leaped onto the ground and quickly appeared in front of the burly man.

The man was slightly taken aback, not expecting Tang Zheng to be so fast, but seeing a mere student daring to challenge his authority, he was truly enraged and roared, "Kid, you're asking for a beating, so I'll grant your wish!"

Whew!

A punch was thrown, but it missed. Before the burly man could react, he was struck in the stomach, his stomach churning with excruciating pain.

"You…" The burly man was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he saw the enormous fist hurtling towards his face. He screamed in agony, blood spurting from his nose, and fell backward.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Tang Zheng hurriedly helped the old man up, asking with concern.

The old man, panting heavily, weakly said, "I'm fine, Zheng, you should go quickly. This man looks fierce and is not someone to be trifled with."

"Grandpa, with me here, no one can bully you," Tang Zheng said firmly.

"Sigh, you should study hard. You can't fight for an old man like me. If the teacher finds out, you'll definitely be criticized," the old man said anxiously.

Tang Zheng felt a pang of pain in his heart. His grandfather always put him first, which made him even angrier at the burly man.

"Grandpa, you rest for a while. I'll deal with this man first," Tang Zheng turned and glared coldly at the burly man.

The burly man had already gotten to his feet, furious. He roared, "You brat, you're asking for death! Since that's how it is, then I'll show you what I'm made of!" With a

swift movement,

he drew a gleaming dagger, his menacing expression revealed.

The old man was startled and hurriedly cried out, "Xiao Zheng, run! I'll hold him off!"

"Grandpa, he can't hurt me," Tang Zheng comforted him, then glared fiercely at the burly man. "Why did you hurt my grandpa?"

"Damn it! This is Tiger's territory! You have to get Tiger's permission to live here! You dare to challenge Tiger's authority? Not killing you is already merciful!" the burly man roared menacingly.

"Tiger?" Tang Zheng was a model student and had never heard of Tiger.

The burly man's name was Dongzi; he was one of Tiger's henchmen, sent here to guard the territory. Anyone who found anything valuable in the area had to hand it over to him.

Tiger, whose real name is Lin Hu, is a big shot in the northern part of the city. He has a gang of henchmen and is a well-known figure in the Changheng City underworld.

Originally, he looked down on the garbage dump area, but a few days ago, someone dug up an antique from it and sold it for over a million.

Only then did Lin Hu take the area seriously, sending a henchman to guard it. Scavengers had to hand over anything they found for appraisal, and anything valuable would be stolen.

Tang Zheng's grandfather had been ill recently and was unaware of this new rule. Today, he dragged his ailing body to scavenge, which led to this series of conflicts.

"What, scared now? Let me tell you, it's too late." Dongzi said smugly, thinking that Tiger's name had intimidated Tang Zheng.

"I don't care if you're Tiger or Bull, if you dare hurt my grandfather, I won't let you get away with it." Tang Zheng was already a cultivator; how could he be afraid of a few thugs?

Dongzi was shocked. This kid had a death wish; even Tiger's name couldn't scare him.

"Hmph, kid, you dare say that? You're dead! Die!" Dongzi charged forward, his dagger aimed straight for Tang Zheng's chest.

Tang Zheng dodged, grabbed the man's wrist, and snapped—the bone broke. The burly man screamed, beads of sweat instantly forming on his forehead.

Bang!

Tang Zheng kicked Dongzi in the knee, and Dongzi's knees buckled, sending him sprawling to his knees.

"If you dare come here again, I'll break both your legs too," Tang Zheng said sternly. "Get lost!"

Dongzi, furious but unable to speak, cried out in anguish, "Kid, do you know the consequences of offending Brother Tiger?"

"Damn it, still daring to talk back!" Tang Zheng sneered, and snapped—Dongzi's other arm twisted like a pretzel.

"Ah, it hurts so much! Let me go! I'll never do it again!" Dongzi, clearly unprepared for Tang Zheng's ruthless decisiveness, begged for mercy with heart-wrenching cries.

The old man stared at Tang Zheng as if he were a stranger, frantically pleading, "Xiao Zheng, let him go! Someone's going to die!"

Tang Zheng released him, and Dongzi fled like a stray dog, no longer daring to utter a single boastful word.

"Oh no, this is a disaster! We should be avoiding these kinds of people, not messing with them!" The old man sighed, his face contorted with worry.

"Grandpa, if they dare come near me, I'll fight them every time," Tang Zheng reassured him.

"Xiao Zheng, they outnumber you and aren't good people. How can you possibly be a match for them? Besides, you're a student, how can you fight?"

"Grandpa, I know martial arts, they're no match for me."

"Nonsense, what martial arts do you know?" the old man said sternly. "The most important thing is to know your place, don't be arrogant."

Tang Zheng was helpless. In his grandfather's eyes, he was always a good student, and fighting was something he absolutely couldn't do.

"Sigh, forget it. If they come again, you can hide, and I'll let them beat me up. They'll be fine once they've calmed down," the old man muttered to himself.

Tang Zheng's nose stung with tears, and he clenched his fists, secretly vowing that if they dared to come, he would break their legs.

The grandfather and grandson returned home, and Tang Zheng began to cook. Over the years, the two had relied on each other, and he had honed his culinary skills, able to create unique and delicious dishes from simple ingredients.

"Little Zheng, you're growing, you need to eat more meat," the old man instructed, placing shredded meat from the plate into Tang Zheng's bowl.

"I'm eating, Grandpa, you should eat too. You've lost weight lately."

"Hehe, I'm already very content to have lived this long, especially with you by my side, Little Zheng. Heaven has truly been kind to me," the old man said, a happy and satisfied smile on his face.

They weren't biological grandfather and grandson; Tang Zheng was an abandoned child the old man had found in a garbage dump.

The kind-hearted old man adopted him, naming him Tang Zheng. For over ten years, they had depended on each other, with the old man doing his best to provide for Tang Zheng's needs. Fortunately, Tang Zheng was intelligent and quick-witted, excelling in his studies, which was the old man's greatest comfort.

"Little Zheng, if Grandpa is gone, you must take good care of yourself, okay?" the old man sighed softly, earnestly instructing him.

Tang Zheng was startled, dropping his chopsticks under the table, staring intently at his grandfather. "Grandpa, don't think like that, you'll be alright. Tomorrow we'll go to the hospital to get your illness treated."

The old man grinned, revealing deep wrinkles, and said, "I'm not thinking like that. I'm fine, it's just an old ailment. I went to the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor said that with some rest, it would be fine."

Tang Zheng knew that his grandfather had always been in poor health, supposedly due to internal organ damage in his youth, leaving him with chronic illnesses, but the doctors couldn't pinpoint the exact cause.

Some time ago, his old ailment relapsed, and he went to the hospital again. The doctor prescribed medication, and he seemed to be feeling a little better these past few days.

"Xiao Zheng, you'll be eighteen soon. Then you'll be an adult. Grandpa knows you've always been sensible. Grandpa hasn't been able to give you much; you'll have to walk your own path from now on."

A bad premonition rose in Tang Zheng's heart. His grandfather's words sounded like a final farewell; his illness was definitely not as simple as he imagined. Just

as Tang Zheng was about to ask for more details, a voice sounded outside: "Does Tang Zheng live here?"

"Old witch!" Tang Zheng immediately recognized the voice.

"Xiao Zheng, someone's looking for you," the old woman said.

"Grandpa, you eat first, I'll go out for a bit."

"Is it your friend?"

“She’s our class’s homeroom teacher.”

“Oh, she’s a teacher! Then I must go see her. Xiao Zheng, your excellent grades at school are all thanks to your guidance and help. Grandpa has never thanked her in person.” The old man perked up and excitedly strode out.

Tang Zheng wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He wondered what the old witch was doing here.

He had been in high school for almost three years, and the old witch had never visited his home. However, he had heard that she often visited Qiao Fei and Fang Shishi’s homes.

“Teacher, hello, please come in.” The old man hunched over and invited him kindly.

Wu Cuihong frowned, looking at the old man with a wrinkled face, gray hair, and shabby clothes. She said coldly, “You are Tang Zheng’s grandfather?”

“Yes, I am. Thank you so much for taking care of Xiao Zheng at school and waiving his tuition. This is a great blessing for our family.” The old man said gratefully, tears streaming down his face.

Tang Zheng came out and saw his grandfather being cautious while Wu Cuihong was arrogant. He felt a surge of anger and asked, "Teacher Wu, what can I do for you?"

"Tang Zheng, I've come to inform you of a few things."

"Teacher, please come inside and we can talk," the old man continued, inviting him.

Wu Cuihong glanced at the low-ceilinged house, curled her lip, unable to hide her disdain, and said, "I'll say it right here, Tang Zheng. Tomorrow you won't be going to Class One anymore. From now on, you'll be going to Class Seven."

"What?" Tang Zheng was shocked. Class One was the best class in the entire school, while Class Seven was the bottom-ranked "garbage class," known as the hell class, filled with spoiled brats who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. The two classes were worlds apart.

Although the old man didn't know the details, he could tell something from Wu Cuihong's tone and Tang Zheng's reaction. His face stiffened, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Teacher, did Xiao Zheng make a mistake?"

Chapter 005 Hell Class

Wu Cuihong snorted coldly and said, "Tang Zheng doesn't study hard. His grades have dropped drastically in the past six months. He's been last in the whole grade in several exams."

"What? Last in the whole grade?" The old man was shocked and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Tang Zheng felt a pang of pain in his heart. The thing he had been hiding had finally been exposed. Why was the old witch so cruel? This was like stabbing his grandfather in the heart.

Wu Cuihong completely ignored the feelings of the grandfather and grandson and continued, "Not only is he bad at studying, but he also has character problems. Today he even stole class funds. The school has already been more than lenient by not expelling him."

"...Stole class funds?" The old man stared blankly at Wu Cuihong, as if listening to gibberish.

"Yes!" Wu Cuihong's answer was decisive, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

Tang Zheng was furious. This was slander! Where was her dignity as a teacher?

"I didn't steal!" Tang Zheng retorted loudly.

Wu Cuihong glanced at him mockingly and said, "Of course you won't admit it, but who else could it be but you? Hmph, don't bother with your excuses. Look how poor your family is. Qiao Fei has already promised to cover the class expenses himself, making up for the class's loss. Look at the difference between you and Qiao Fei. But in the future, our class will be a great blessing to have you, this dragging-down..."

"Shut up!" "

Shut up!"

Suddenly, two loud shouts rang out in unison. Both the grandfather and grandson turned red in the face, especially the old man, who trembled with anger, his eyes bulging, and said, "You're slandering me! My Xiao Zheng wouldn't steal money. We may be poor, but the poor have pride too."

Wu Cuihong was startled by this display and said disdainfully, "Excuses!"

Tang Zheng's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he glared fiercely at Wu Cuihong, saying, "I said I didn't steal, and that's final!"

"Get out! You're not welcome in our house!" The old man took a step forward and suddenly roared.

Wu Cuihong instinctively stepped back, almost falling to the ground, looking disheveled and furious. "You really are an impolite barbarian! Humph, do you think I want to stay here? This place is filthy and chaotic. Even if you invited me with eight sedan chairs, I wouldn't come back!" "

Old witch, remember what you did today. One day I'll make you regret it," Tang Zheng said through gritted teeth.

"Haha, make me regret it? Do you have the ability?" Wu Cuihong mocked, but seeing the unfriendly expressions on the grandfather and grandson's faces, she quickly left.

The old man's aura changed, like a deflated balloon, his spirits waning as he silently watched Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng felt a sudden panic and quickly explained, "Grandpa, I really didn't steal the class funds."

"I know. Don't I know what kind of person my grandson is?" the old man forced a smile and said calmly.

Tang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a surge of warmth. Even if everyone else in the world didn't believe him, his grandfather would stand firmly by his side.

"But why did you lie to me?" Suddenly, the old man's face darkened. "Why have your grades dropped so drastically?"

"Grandpa, I didn't want you to worry. My memory wasn't good for a while, but it's better now. Just you watch, I'll definitely get first place in the city in the college entrance exam." Tang Zheng spoke with absolute certainty and full of confidence.

The old man stared at him intently for a long time before nodding. "I believe you." He didn't ask for specific details because he knew his grandson would never boast.

"Xiao Zheng, although you're no longer in Class 1, gold shines wherever it is. Don't be discouraged." The old man patted his shoulder, comforting him.

Tang Zheng nodded emphatically. He already had a plan. There were still three months until the college entrance exam. He didn't intend to immediately unleash his former glory. Otherwise, if he immediately regained first place in this monthly exam, he would definitely be transferred back to Class 1. He didn't want to face the old witch every day again.

"Actually, Class 7 is also a good choice. Quietly lie low, and then make a beautiful comeback in the college entrance exam, giving the old witch a good slap in the face."

The moon was bright and the stars were few; all was quiet.

Tang Zheng sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, circulating the cultivation technique of the Ancient Scroll of Heaven. Warm, comforting true energy flowed along his meridians.

He

exhaled deeply, feeling incredibly relaxed and full of energy. The true energy within his nine main meridians had increased by two points; a ten-point increase would be two inches of true energy.

"Boy, your Nine Yang Sacred Body and this Ancient Scroll of Heaven are truly a perfect match. This short day of cultivation is equivalent to a month's worth of progress for others," Tian Chanzi's voice echoed in Tang Zheng's mind.

Tang Zheng was secretly delighted; faster cultivation meant he could become stronger even faster.

"But I have bad news for you," Tian Chanzi abruptly changed the subject.

"What news?"

"Your grandfather's life force is almost exhausted; his days are numbered."

"What did you say!" Tang Zheng was shocked, as if struck by lightning. His ominous premonition had been confirmed, leaving his mind blank.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order; you have no need to grieve."

"Bullshit! He's my grandfather, not yours. Of course you're not sad!" Tang Zheng roared angrily. Tian Chanzi remained

silent. Having cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years, he had long since transcended the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death, and didn't share Tang Zheng's intense feelings.

"Grandpa can't die. Aren't you a cultivator? You must have a way to save him, right?" Tang Zheng asked impatiently, a flash of inspiration striking him.

"I am merely a wisp of divine consciousness; I have no way to save him."

Tang Zheng's heart sank. Even Tian Chanzi couldn't help; did that mean his grandfather was truly beyond saving?

Seeing his dejected look, Tian Chanzi changed the subject, hesitatingly saying, "...Perhaps there's a glimmer of hope...but it's almost impossible unless a miracle occurs."

Tang Zheng was overjoyed. "Please, don't speak so dramatically, it's terrifying!" he exclaimed. "What can I do? I'm not afraid of difficulties, no matter how much suffering, as long as it can save Grandpa, I'm willing to endure it."

"There's a pill called the Life-Extending Pill, which can extend his lifespan by ten years," Tian Chanzi said mysteriously.

"Life-Extending Pill? Where can I find such a pill?"

"I don't have any, but you can refine it. As long as you reach the third rank of Qi Refining and find the Heavenly Fragrance Flower, the key ingredient for the Life-Extending Pill, I can teach you how to refine it."

"Then I will definitely cultivate to the third rank of Qi Refining as soon as possible. Where can I find the Heavenly Fragrance Flower? How much longer can my grandfather last?"

"Your grandfather's body can last another month, so you must reach the third rank of Qi Refining within this month. As for the Heavenly Fragrance Flower, it usually grows on cliffs and precipices; you'll have to find it yourself."

"Cliffs and precipices." Tang Zheng's heart stirred. There was a high mountain in the suburbs of Changheng City called Changheng Mountain, over two thousand meters above sea level. Changheng City was named after this mountain. "I can only try my luck at Changheng Mountain. I must find the Heavenly Fragrance Flower." "

The Heavenly Fragrance Flower was rare even in ancient times, let alone now. Furthermore, you must reach the third rank of Qi Refining within this month. It takes ordinary cultivators two years to go from the first rank of Qi Refining to the third rank; you only have one month..."

"Didn't you say my one day of cultivation is equivalent to someone else's one month? Then wouldn't I be able to achieve the equivalent of two years of cultivation in twenty days, and definitely reach the third rank of Qi Refining?" Tang Zheng said confidently.

Tian Chanzi immediately poured cold water on him: "Kid, you're thinking too easily. If cultivation were that easy, wouldn't everyone in the world be an expert? You're only fast now because you've just started cultivating. In a few days, your speed will plateau and become that of an ordinary person. Besides, I've observed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is thin in this era, much worse than the cultivation environment a thousand years ago. Reaching the third rank of Qi Refining in a month isn't as easy as you say."

Tang Zheng felt a chill in his heart. He had really been too optimistic. But even if there were difficulties, for his grandfather's life, he had to overcome them. He gritted his teeth and said firmly, "For my grandfather, I must succeed!"

Tang Zheng put all his effort into his practice, circulating the Tongtian Ancient Scroll technique again and again, his true qi gradually growing stronger.

As dawn broke, Tang Zheng finished his cultivation, prepared breakfast, woke his grandfather, and told him not to go out to work before heading to school.

Although his immediate priority was cultivation, he couldn't skip class; otherwise, his grandfather would be even more heartbroken.

At the gate of Tianpeng International School, luxury cars lined up one after another, like a car show. Many students got out of these cars and swaggered into the school.

"Tang Zheng, wait for me!" A melodious voice called out to Tang Zheng. He stopped and turned to see Fang Shishi getting out of a luxury car, carrying her backpack and walking quickly towards him.

Yesterday, almost everyone in the class thought he had stolen money, but only Fang Shishi believed him, and he felt a surge of gratitude.

"Tang Zheng, let's walk together." Fang Shishi smiled gently, her breath sweet and her flawless skin shimmering in the sunlight.

Tang Zheng nodded, and the two walked into the school together.

"Tang Zheng, I heard you were transferred to Class Seven," Fang Shishi said sadly.

Tang Zheng gave a bitter smile and said, "Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast."

"I'm sorry."

"What does this have to do with you? Why are you apologizing?"

"No, the school originally decided to expel you, and I begged my dad to let you stay in Class 1, but the other board members objected, so we had to temporarily put you in Class 7." Fang Shishi said apologetically.

Tang Zheng was furious. The school actually wanted to expel him! This must be some kind of witch stirring up trouble. Luckily, Fang Shishi helped him; otherwise, he might really have been expelled from school. Fang

Shishi's father, Fang Chongguo, was one of the board members of Tianpeng International School. If he hadn't intervened, Tang Zheng really wouldn't have been able to stay at the school.

After his anger subsided, an indescribable gratitude welled up within him. He looked intently at Fang Shishi and said sincerely, "Fang Shishi, thank you!"

Fang Shishi's pretty face flushed red under his intense gaze, more alluring than the rising sun. She smiled faintly and said, "We're classmates, no need to be so polite. I believe your grades will definitely recover."

Tang Zheng had almost lost faith in himself, but he hadn't expected Fang Shishi to believe in him so much. She was only the second person besides his grandfather to have such faith in him, giving him a strange feeling.

"Kid, I have good news for you. I've found a girl with sufficiently powerful pure Yin energy." Suddenly, Tian Chanzi's voice rang out.

Tang Zheng was taken aback. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [青衫文学] and reply with the number 21 to continue reading the exciting story!) "Where is she?"

"Hehe, you're really lucky, kid. She's so close, yet so far away. The girl next to you has a pure Yin body, her pure Yin power is exceptionally strong." Tian Chanzi chuckled. "Women's bodies are divided into different constitutions based on the amount of pure Yin power. Besides the general constitution, there are pure Yin bodies, mysterious Yin bodies, Yin Sha bodies, and Nine Yin Sacred Bodies."

"Fang Shishi." Tang Zheng subconsciously looked at her and found a faint smile on her lips, like a lotus flower blooming alone in the world, making one's heart flutter.

"If I really made her my girlfriend, it would truly be a great blessing in life." Tang Zheng knew that many people at school would love for Fang Shishi to be their girlfriend, but she had refused them all.

"Her family is so good, do you think I can win her over?" Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Qingshan Literature] and reply with the number 21 to continue reading the exciting story! "Boy, you're underestimating yourself. You're a cultivator now, it's her honor that you've taken a liking to her." Tian Chanzi gave him a stern lecture. Suddenly, he screamed, "What's going on? How come you're already absorbing her pure Yin power?"

"What are you yelling about?"

"Boy, you can absorb a woman's pure Yin power without even going to bed with her? Is this the mystery of the Nine Yang Sacred Body?" Tian Chanzi shouted.

Tang Zheng was overjoyed: "You mean I can absorb pure Yin power just by staying by her side?"

This was unbelievable, but Tian Chanzi had to admit it was true.

"No, this definitely isn't the effect of the Nine Yang Sacred Body, otherwise no one with the Nine Yang Sacred Body would have exploded and died before. This must be the effect of the Heavenly Scroll."

Tang Zheng didn't care what the effect was; in short, he had a way to absorb pure Yin power, and he could do it simply by staying near a girl, which was a thousand times easier than sleeping with her.

"Kid, don't get too excited yet. This absorption speed is much slower unless you spend a lot of time with her."

"Don't worry, I will definitely create opportunities to spend more time with her." Now that Tang Zheng had found a way, he was in a better mood.

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the door of Class 1, Grade 12.

"I'm going in first, good luck, Tang Zheng!" Fang Shishi waved her fist in encouragement, then skipped into the classroom like an elf.

Tang Zheng nodded, watching her go inside. He glanced at the nameplate on the door that read "Class 1, Grade 12," feeling the countless mocking glances coming from inside the classroom. A cold laugh sneered in his heart: "Go ahead and mock me all you want. When it comes to the college entrance exam, I'll crush you all under my feet!" Qiao Fei sat in the classroom, his face bandaged and throbbing. He watched Tang Zheng from afar, then glanced at Fang Shishi, whose face was flushed, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Tang Zheng, you've already been expelled from Class 1, yet you still manage to win Fang Shishi's attention? Unbelievable! Hmph, it seems simply expelling you from Class 1 isn't enough; I must completely ruin your reputation."

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