Tang Hong went to the printing room inside the campus. He printed the form stamped the University of Finance and Economics' seal and he made two copies of his proof of internship.
When he finished, he couldn't help but hesitate.
"This…"
Tang Hong stared at the proof of internship. A line was deliberately marked in bold. It said that his internship salary was 30,000 Hua dollars before taxes.
He instantly felt ashamed.
Compared to those students with extremely strong personal abilities and high GPA, just how was he supposed to be qualified for a paid internship with such a high salary?
If this was the Yellow River Organization's standard treatment to their members, Tang Hong would not hide this achievement.
He would gladly brag about it and taste the joy of life.
But these did not belong to him. It belonged to Fang Nanxun.
"It's fake."
"It's just a temporary illusion."
Tang Hong clutched onto the two pieces of paper. Somehow, an unspeakably strong desire erupted deep inside him.
The house he lived in…
The car he secretly drove…
All of them—he would buy them in the future.
He must buy them over from Fang Nanxun upfront and legal.
He would make the house and car his very own property.
"As for this internship certificate…"
Tang Hong found a study room. He took out a black carbon ink pen and lightly struck off the line stating the salary amount.
Anyway, this was just an internship. The counselor would not ask about it in detail.
Then, he went back to make two more copies.
Making use of his free time in the afternoon, Tang Hong took the three sheets of paper to his class counselor's office. About seven or eight counselors were sharing one office.
"En."
Tang Hong's class counselor was a middle-aged woman in her thirties.
She looked at Tang Hong and chatted happily for a few minutes.
She flipped open the proof of internship and looked at it casually.
"Just leave it. This will do."
The middle-aged counselor nodded.
Soon after…
She adjusted her glasses and stared at Tang Hong's arm.
She said in a slightly shocked manner, "You've been working out? You're in good shape."
"Just working out for fun."
Tang Hong realized that it was difficult to hide his muscles' contour.
This was the problem of being too outstanding.
Of course…
Part of the reason was that he didn't buy new clothes.
His old clothes were becoming increasingly ill-fitting to his body.
Tang Hong left the counselor's office and decided to find a place to buy clothes.
Two short-sleeved shirts would do.
It was more affordable to buy online though.
''But I don't even know what size I should wear by now.''
As he was thinking, a notification from a WeChat message interrupted Tang Hong's thoughts.
It was actually a message from Fang Nanxun.
"I've only been away for a few days, ah…"
"How come your bench press is about to reach 100KG?"
It was clearly impossible.
Fang Nanxun was slightly upset.
Tang Hong replied, "Want to bet on something? I'll wait for you at the fitness center on campus."
"I don't like to gamble. I never gamble."
"If you can reach the minimum standard, teaching you a Transcendent Technique is nothing."
Fang Nanxun became even more upset.
But Tang Hong didn't know.
When he saw the words, 'Transcendent Technique'…
His eyes lit up.
"Thank you, thank you. You're a good person."
"Wait."
Fang Nanxun headed to Yunhai University of Finance and Economics with a cold look on his face. Tang Hong was too proud. At this time, he was still so stubborn and persistent.
He must teach him a lesson today.
Half an hour passed.
At the fitness center of the University of Finance and Economics.
Tang Hong followed the silent Fang Nanxun out of the fitness area.
Boom~
There were shouts from the basketball court. It was crowded and it seemed people were having fun watching a game. However, Tang Hong was not in the mood to pay attention to any games at this moment.
He glanced at Fang Nanxun's face and he saw that he appeared to be slightly solemn.
'Very impressive.'
''I didn't expect for Fang Nanxun to notice that I didn't use my full strength.''
Tang Hong was a little confused.
He didn't know that when Fang Nanxun spotted for him earlier, he was actually using his strength to apply more weight on the barbell. This was how he was able to tell whether Tang Hong was actually able to lift the weight, or if he was struggling to do it.
He also managed to find out through this method whether Tang Hong was making his arms tremble on purpose to look as if he was struggling in front of the spectators.
The cat was out of the bag.
'120? Or 140?' Tang Hong was not sure himself.
"You…"
When they reached a quiet corner, Fang Nanxun sized up Tang Hong.
Fang Nanxun concluded that after Tang Hong successfully escaped the bewitchment of the Sacred Voice of the Gods on his own the other night, his body had undergone something strange.
His strength greatly increased within a short period of time.
Fang Nanxun glared at Tang Hong.
"Your body was affected by the Divine Breath? Why didn't you tell me? Don't you know that this is a very dangerous thing? The Divine Breath of a god in one's body can easily break any other person out there…"
"I couldn't feel it."
Tang Hong appeared innocent.
'He became stronger without realizing it?'
'Just what exactly happened and how was he affected with the Divine Breath?'
It seemed that Fang Nanxun had misunderstood. But this was just fine.
Tang Hong did not deny it.
Fang Nanxun also couldn't be bothered to explain.
He snorted coldly. "This situation of yours is not that rare…"
The Central Research Institute of Hua Country still has not reached the conclusive end to their research in regards to a deity's divine skeleton as well as their life structure. Hence, anything related to the gods could not be measured nor judged by common sense alone.
Fang Nanxun recalled and shook his head. "As far as I know, compared to every time people were influenced by a god's Divine Breath, your change is considered minimal. Only your strength has increased, there is no increase in your other physical qualities."
"Actually, to be able to achieve 100KG bench press in a month…"
"Some people who are naturally strong can achieve that too."
That being said…
Fang Nanxun's eyes looked strange. "If only this progress came from your training. The Divine Breath didn't have much effect on you, so the road ahead will be more difficult… to embark on this path, you need more Transcendent resources."
"Oh…"
Tang Hong nodded indifferently.
'What Transcendent resources? I don't even want it even if it is free.'
All he needed was Individual Value.
As long as he became a little stronger every day, he would become a lot stronger each year.
"You…"
Fang Nanxun's face darkened even more, lamenting his misfortune.
He didn't know whether to get angry or to laugh.
"Once you've finally understood the rarity of Transcendent resources, you will have a headache to deal with…"
"En."
Tang Hong nodded seriously.
Both of them walked straight along the path and they arrived at the entrance of the school.
Fang Nanxun suddenly asked, "What type of Transcendent techniques do you like? I only have three here—a fist technique, meditation technique, and a sports technique."
"Which do you think suits me better?"
Tang Hong listened attentively to Fang Nanxun's advice and chose the Fist Technique.
Not only can it improve one's physical fitness, but it also has a sustained effect on training his Willpower.
"I forgot to bring it."
"Follow me to the branch."
Fang Nanxun glanced at Tang Hong.
He didn't expect Tang Hong to reach the minimum prerequisite standard of using a Transcendent Technique so quickly.
He could choose another technique with his bench press above 100KG.
Each Transcendent Technique represented the life's work and experience of a consultant.
However…
Transcendent Techniques were not so precious.
Official members of the major civil organizations in Hua Country could pick a Transcendent Technique as long as they were strong enough.
'How strange…'
Tang Hong couldn't help but speak up. "Transcendent Techniques are so ordinary? I thought it was something similar to a martial arts manual or a peerless divine skill. Something that was extremely rare and should not be passed on so easily."
All things aside—say for example the Sunflower Manual—which one could only be learned after one castrated themselves. If it really existed, countless people would probably be frantically fighting over it and all of them would be willing to pay a huge price for it.
Therefore, he was confused.
Could it be that sharing was popular to those from the world of Transcendents?
Fang Nanxun fell silent. It took a while before he spoke again in a low voice. "If you managed to create an exclusive martial art with all your efforts, are you willing to take it out for free? Are you willing to give it away for free?"
"I don't think so," Tang Hong said thoughtfully.
Fang Nanxun asked again. "What if—everyone will die if you did not hand it over?"
If everyone refused to contribute, Transcendent Techniques would indeed become incomparably precious and would be worth a lot more.
However, it could also be shelved, forgotten, and rarely seen.
The strong would become stronger.
But the people who could become strong would lessen.
At that moment—when everyone's lives were at stake—would the technique still be hidden as if it was a treasure?
Tang Hong was dumbfounded
This crisis—the so-called invasion of the gods—has already gotten to this stage?