"What?"
Han Yuan was really shocked.
"Generally, it takes one week to one month to achieve Soul Movement, but he succeeded in one go."
"Then when it came to urging spiritual energy, Chen Qing succeeded on his first try with the guiding gun, and the guiding gun was only set to level 1!"
"Generally speaking, the guiding gun has to be set to level four or five to be effective. Some people even have to stay in the guiding instrument and let it run for several days before they can barely learn to urge spiritual energy."
"This talent is terrifying! It's absolutely impossible that it's only at A level."
"I'm afraid it could be S level, double S level, or even triple S level!"
"In that case..."
"In that case, he won't be your student anymore," Han Yuan said helplessly.
All of a sudden, Wu Kong understood everything.
Usually mild-mannered, he even cursed, "Damn it!"
"How shady of you!"
"Shady my ass!" Han Yuan said angrily. "What? Can't I teach him anything? Or is there any equipment that I don't have here? Whatever it is, I'll give him four times as much!"
"Besides, he doesn't want to join the Ghost-Eliminating Team himself. It's just right! We're cultivating the next captain!!"
Wu Kong was stunned.
"Anyway, he's A level! Understand? A! AAAAA!"
"..."
Chen Qing opened his necklace and put the Kunwu Knife and other equipment into the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
Then he began to focus on circulating the spiritual energy through the Heavenly Cycle.
When using the guiding gun, it was like a lighthouse lit up in the dark night. All he needed to do was to let the spiritual energy rush there.
But now, it became chaotic again, and everything had to be explored slowly.
Referring to the acupoint map, Chen Qing controlled the spiritual energy to flow slowly.
"Chen Qing, I'm back!"
Chen Man shouted and opened the door to come in.
Seeing that Chen Qing was practicing cultivation, although he didn't know what Chen Qing was doing, he didn't ask.
He ate something by himself and then started to do his homework.
"Chen Qing, I don't know how to do the first question."
Chen Qing waved his hand, "Ring the bell." Then he sank back into meditation.
Chen Man rang the service bell, and the waiter began the painful tutoring again.
Until dinner time, Chen Qing didn't move at all.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Chen Man yawned.
Suddenly, Chen Qing opened his eyes!
"Haha! Cleared the level!"
The first Heavenly Cycle was completed!
"Good night, Chen Qing." Chen Man brushed his teeth and soon fell asleep.
Chen Qing quickly ate his meal.
Then he started to circulate the spiritual energy through the Heavenly Cycle again.
This time, it was 明显快了一些 (obviously a bit faster). When he completed the second cycle, it was pitch black outside, and he didn't know what time it was.
Chen Qing then tried to start the second "Heavenly Cycle".
The acupoints on the second Heavenly Cycle were harder to find, and the flow direction was more complicated.
Chen Qing's speed slowed down a lot immediately.
Until Chen Man had breakfast and left, Chen Qing was still in the middle of cultivation.
Perhaps it had the effect of nourishing the spirit. Even though he had stayed up all night, he didn't feel sleepy.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already when Chen Man came back from school.
"No wonder people often retreat for several years at a time. Time really flies when you're cultivating."
While having dinner with Chen Man, the doorbell of the hotel rang.
Chen Man opened the door, and a somewhat familiar yet also somewhat strange woman's voice rang out.
"Oh! Chen Man, you've grown so big. You're really getting more and more likable!"
Three people walked in.
There was a middle-aged woman, carrying a box of milk in one hand and a bag of fruit in the other. She was a bit thin, with long and narrow eyes and bright red lipstick.
There was a middle-aged man, dressed in business attire, with a big and heavy belly and shiny leather shoes.
And there was a girl about the same age as Chen Qing, chewing gum, who had inherited the long and narrow eyes of the middle-aged woman.
Chen Qing frowned.
The middle-aged woman was Chen Qing's aunt, named Huang Xue. Her husband was Hong Jian, and her daughter was Hong Ya.
They also lived in the Jiangpan Community and were Chen Qing's only relatives now, but they hadn't had any contact for six or seven years.
When Chen Qing was in the toughest time and had run out of food, he had begged them for help.
Chen Qing would never forget that when he was 13 years old, in the cold winter, he went to their door just to borrow 200 yuan. Just 200 yuan! What was 200 yuan to a family with two working parents?
And that 200 yuan could have saved himself and Chen Man.
He tried his best to please them, using the most humble tone and attitude.
But what did he get in return?
His aunt sighed and lamented, and even managed to find a few rotten apples from somewhere to show how poor they were.
But the plate under the apples was clearly made of silver!
When Chen Qing walked out dejectedly, he sat at the door for a while. And then he heard the laughter that he would never forget in his life:
"That bitch always targeted me when we were young. She was better than me in everything. Hahaha, look! Now her little bastard has come begging to my door!"
How harsh it was!
Chen Qing had never thought that his close relatives would watch him struggling in the mud with a smile on their faces.
Instead, it was that blind old man who had lived alone all his life that gave him a helping hand.
He took out a pile of dirty small bills from his dirty pocket and saved himself and Chen Man in that cold winter.
Since then, although they lived in the same community, Chen Qing had never had any contact with them again.
He didn't even greet them when they met.
"Oh! Chen Qing, you've grown into such a handsome young man! Auntie really likes you!"
With that, she looked around again.
Huang Xue sat down on her own and then sighed, "Your parents passed away so early, leaving you two orphans. So many times when I think about it, I really feel bad in my heart..."
As she said this, her eyes became a bit red.
Chen Qing had been silent all along, but at this moment, his eyelids twitched suddenly.
An inexplicable anger rushed straight to his head.
Feel bad?
We live in the same community! For seven years! Have you ever come to see us even once?
Huang Xue continued, and her tone was full of reproach: "You should check out of this room today! You're so young, yet you don't know how to save money at all."
"Back then, 200 yuan was like something out of reach for me. Now, 5,000 yuan a night is just peanuts to me,"
Chen Qing stared straight into Huang Xue's eyes: "Auntie, does the milk and fruit you brought today cost 200 yuan?"
Huang Xue's face looked a bit unnatural, and she forced a smile: "What are you talking about, child!"
"Oh! Always harping on old grudges," Hong Ya, who was chewing gum, gave Chen Qing a disdainful look. "It's just 200 yuan. Are you going to hold a grudge forever? How petty can you be?"
Chen Qing's eyelids twitched slightly.
His hand involuntarily pressed on his necklace.
Seeing that Chen Qing's mood was off, Hong Jian waved his hand and looked at Hong Ya: "Stop talking."
"It's not that we didn't want to see you. There have been too many things in the past few years. I've been busy, and your aunt has been busy too."
After pondering for a moment, he pushed the milk and the bag of fruit forward. "Here we are to see you. This is good milk and fresh fruit."
Chen Man brought a big plate of fruit at the right time. He ate while watching cartoons. Whenever he encountered durian, he would frown and pick it out and throw it into the trash can beside him.
Hong Jian's face looked a bit embarrassed.
Chen Qing didn't even glance at the fruit. "I've become a bit picky in recent years. I generally don't eat fruit that costs less than 200 yuan. Just tell me straight. What are you here for?"
"Well, Xiao Qing," Huang Xue began.
"Just call me Chen Qing!" Chen Qing frowned. "Not everyone can call me Xiao Qing."
"How dare you talk like that!" Hong Ya was unhappy and stared at Chen Qing. "You rude guy, watch your mouth!"
"Alright, alright!" Hong Jian interrupted with a frown.
He said slowly:
"Yesterday, I heard from Chen Kun that you tested and got an S-level talent."
"Xiaoya didn't perform well in the talent test and only got a C level. I have connections inside. You exchange talents with her."
"Aren't you going to join the Ghost-Controlling Army? The Ghost-Controlling Army doesn't need such high talent..."
"I won't let you do it for free!"
Hong Jian took out a stack of red banknotes very solemnly: "Here's ten thousand yuan. After the talent exchange, I'll give you another five thousand!"