The next morning.
Tired.
This was the only lingering feeling Cheng Jinyang had upon waking up.
As it turned out, the pressure of nightmares didn't come solely from the life-and-death struggles, but more from the tension of racing against time, the high-intensity stress of being on edge every moment.
In last night's dream, the three of them embodied the spirit of guerrilla warfare, executing the hit-and-run tactics to perfection, ultimately achieving far greater results than usual.
Xing Yuanzhi reached under the nearby pillow and pulled out her bloodline detector, giving it a quick check.
522 Ma, officially promoted to ninth-grade upper realm.
Reaching the ninth grade upper realm means a more advanced mass effect algorithm, with a much higher rate of mass increase or decrease.
Yay!
Wait a minute, does this mean she increased her value by over 300 Ma in just one night?
Thinking about this, she suddenly felt horrified.
For ordinary supernaturals, who are at least at the seventh grade and striving for the sixth grade, the natural weekly increase in blood concentration wouldn't exceed 2 Ma.
What does 300 Ma in one night mean?
Over 1000 times what an average person would experience!!!
If this were a cool novel, there would probably be a comment like "This is getting out of hand" in this chapter.
However, Xing Yuanzhi was feeling nothing but horror, with no excitement about her unprecedented progress.
This was a complete blood explosion in every sense of the word.
It meant that if she were to have her blood tested soon, all past lineage identification data would need to be falsified and redone, or else the curve would look like a slow climb followed by a sudden skyrocket, which even a fool could see was not right.
But as the genius of the Xing family, the family is still very lenient with her. As long as she delays enough time first and then demonstrates her ninth-grade proficiency, the increase of these 300 Ma can be spread out over a longer period.
But what about my family's Jinyang, and the Five Great Families girl?
Forget about the Taiyuan Wang family, the Shendu Cheng family probably won't be easy to deal with...
Hmph, anyway, Miss Wang fancies herself as exceptionally clever, let her worry about it!
Handing the bloodline detector to Cheng Jinyang, Xing Yuanzhi got up from the bed:
"Remember to test the bloodline, I'll go to the next room and use the bathtub."
Cheng Jinyang took the detector and tested it, 502 Ma, just breaking through the ninth grade upper realm.
So, in just one night, there was an increase of over 350 Ma?
For some reason, at this moment, he felt neither joy nor sorrow, only a hollow sense of loss—perhaps because he still hadn't seen Su Lili last night.
"I don't need it," Miss Wang murmured, turning away from him. "I'm still tired from last night; I need more sleep."
"You should go sleep in the adjacent room," Cheng Jinyang worriedly suggested. "In case someone comes to visit and sees you sleeping in my room..."
"Then there's no way for the engagement between Xing Yuanzhi and you to proceed," Wang Wanrou huffed.
Cheng Jinyang: ???
What does that mean? Miss Wang, what are you trying to do?
Suddenly unsure if it's just his imagination, Cheng Jinyang felt like Miss Wang was up to something regarding his engagement with Ah Zhi.
Back to the point, jumping from ninth grade middle to ninth grade upper realm, there's certainly a significant improvement in Cheng Jinyang's supernatural abilities.
For example, the Qiong Biluo algorithm originally had very low accuracy when controlling its own gravitational field, completely failing to meet the requirements for flight.
Using the Iron Shooting to drive Iron Slide Car method, the sled randomly rolls and rotates during flight, which is fine; but if you're also spinning 360 degrees like a windmill while flying, you'll be dizzy by the time you reach the enemy, making it seem like you're just delivering food, right?
Upon promotion to the ninth grade upper realm, Cheng Jinyang's targeting of the Source of Quality became even more refined.
It only requires further enhancement of blood concentration while ensuring the proficiency of supporting computational power and algorithms.
This would enable stable flight with controllable posture, truly embodying the idea of "soaring to the end of the blue sky and descending to the yellow springs, with the vastness of heaven and earth at my command."
[T/N: Qiong Biluo= Poor Blue Sky. That's the literal translation.]
Of course, brain domain development is also imperative because Qiong Biluo requires constant adjustment of its algorithms.
In terms of computational power, it far exceeds the requirements of the Iron Shooting method, which only needs to be applied once.
Brain domain development can greatly increase efficiency and fault tolerance.
Today the family will hold the first brain domain development class, so he decided to leave early for the research institute. That way, if someone discovers Wang Wanrou sleeping in his room, he can simply claim ignorance:
"'What? Miss Wang in my room? Perhaps she entered the wrong door.'"
The Cheng family's private school, tailored for training the abilities of family members, consists of two main areas: the "Lecture Hall" and the "Combat Arena."
The Combat Arena, where the last entry-level testing took place, is a large-scale practical combat field.
The Lecture Hall, on the other hand, is an underground institute focusing on more theoretical aspects such as bloodline identification, algorithm simulation, and brain domain development.
Of course, there are always inevitable classes and exams.
According to the family forum, classes in family studies are elective, with most of the time spent watching videos independently.
Students can ask the on-duty teachers if they have any questions, making the atmosphere quite relaxed and free.
The classroom is located in a spacious tiered classroom, with all students being newly ranked at the ninth grade, aged around 18 to 24, from the Cheng family.
Due to different entry times, these people naturally divide into two factions: the newly enrolled students from humble backgrounds sit in small groups in the front row, while the aristocratic students sit in pairs or groups at the back.
The division is clear, with little interaction mainly because everyone is still unfamiliar with each other.
By next year, these humble background students will expand their social circles and naturally sit next to friends, leaving the front row for next year's newly enrolled students from humble backgrounds.
Of course, there is one person who is definitely an exception. He stood out during the humble background test, overshadowing the performances of other humble background students, and the next day, he led people to invade the Cheng family's territory.
Instead of facing harm, he gained recognition from Cheng Benhe, the old patriarch and was designated as the heir to the patriarch.
Why?
Because he's awesome!
With a confident stride, Cheng Jinyang calmly walked into the stairwell classroom through the front door, only to be met with the curious gazes of both the humble newcomers and the children of prestigious families.
Sigh, as the reigning newcomer king of this year, it's already very difficult for me to act low-key.
Even if I quietly enter the classroom, it inevitably attracts everyone's envious and admiring looks... Huh?
Cheng Jinyang suddenly noticed keenly that the gazes directed at him in the classroom didn't seem to hold much goodwill.
Instead, they were mixed with a complex blend of four parts jealousy, three parts anger, two parts resentment, and one part frustration.
Of course, those percentages are just arbitrary, but what's certain is that these people definitely harbor ill intentions.
Feeling puzzled by this, Cheng Jinyang could only find a secluded corner to sit down, wondering if he truly had the protagonist's aura.
Was he really being looked down upon and despised by everyone right from the start?
Didn't they know he's the designated next clan leader appointed by the Cheng family's old patriarch himself?
Once he sat down, it was as if some hidden switch in the classroom had been turned on, and murmurs began:
"He's the one?"
"Yes, him."
"He doesn't seem like it?"
"Absolutely, my cousin was cleaning behind the main hall and heard Xing Shumin proposing to the clan leader."
"Darn it, why... How could Ah Zhi marry him? My Ah Zhi, ahhh (gnashing teeth)."
"Don't worry, it seems the clan leader didn't agree back then. I heard he was close to people from the royal family at that time, and the family was worried about him getting into trouble, affecting the alliance with the Xing family."
"In plain words, Ah Zhi should find someone with a clean background, like me..."
"Get lost! Ah Zhi is mine!"
The murmurs of discontent gradually grew louder. Cheng Jinyang listened expressionlessly, feeling speechless:
Oh, turns out they're just a bunch of licking dogs.