DEM Chapter 8: Taihua High School’s Weightlifting Champion!

No matter what, the tasks could be set aside for now. Class came first.

Before class started, Su Yuan had one more thing to do.

Collect homework.

Though Su Yuan’s grades were only above average in the class, he was the class representative for Spiritual Literature.

In this world of universal cultivation, high school courses differed greatly from those in Su Yuan’s previous life.

Leaving aside the non-exam leisure courses, the subjects relevant to the college entrance exam totaled six: General Knowledge, Cultivation, Physical Education, Martial Arts, Heart of the Dao, and Spiritual Literature.

The first four subjects were worth 150 points each, while the last two were worth 75 points each, for a total of 750 points.

Spiritual Literature referred to the script used in the ancient cultivation world. Even though the immortal path was advanced today, many ancient ruins remained undiscovered.

Top-tier techniques and methods could only be interpreted through Spiritual Literature, making it a mandatory subject for cultivators.

Learning Spiritual Literature didn’t rely much on talent, just rote memorization, which was why Su Yuan excelled in this subject alone, earning him the role of class representative.

He first pulled out his and Chu Lanxi’s Spiritual Literature homework from his bag, then started collecting from the first seat in the first row—Chen Nuoyi’s spot.

Looking at Su Yuan’s outstretched hand for her homework, Chen Nuoyi raised her bright, starry eyes and said calmly, “Didn’t do it. Cover for me.”

Su Yuan: “…”

The class’s top student was just that bold.

This wasn’t the first time Chen Nuoyi hadn’t turned in her homework, so Su Yuan didn’t say anything, but a ding-dong sounded in his mind.

[Under the seductive whispers of your demonic voice, the pure and naive righteous saintess foolishly gave up an opportunity to improve herself. Due to your indulgence, her highly attentive teachers remain completely unaware, Saint Fall Degree +5%]

[Task Progress: Saint Fall Degree 5% (Cap 20%)]

Damn it, system! That’s enough!

Did he utter a single punctuation mark to seduce Chen Nuoyi?

She was just too lazy to do it herself!

Su Yuan’s mouth twitched hard.

But on second thought, just skipping homework made the system judge Chen Nuoyi as falling? This task might not be as hard as he’d imagined.

Given the system’s low bar, he decided not to argue with it for now.

Su Yuan closed the system pop-up and looked at Chen Nuoyi’s deskmate, signaling for her homework.

The carefree, tanned girl named Wu Xingqi unceremoniously snatched one of the two homework books from Su Yuan’s hands, then pulled out her own blank Spiritual Literature homework, clasping her hands together with an apologetic look. “Chief Su, let me copy.”

Su Yuan: … What kind of ferocious phrase was that?

“I copy homework fast. By the time you finish collecting everyone else’s, I’ll be done.”

Oh, just copying homework? No big deal then.

Su Yuan flashed a professional smile and moved to the next desk with the homework stack.

After making a round through the class of forty-eight students, Su Yuan collected only a dozen or so homework books, a pitifully thin stack in his hands.

“Foster father, my little life is in your hands!”

A student who hadn’t turned in homework bowed to Su Yuan.

In the office, Su Yuan placed the homework on the Spiritual Literature teacher’s desk.

Though Spiritual Literature wasn’t one of the three main subjects—Martial Arts, Cultivation, or Physical Education, the teachers who taught it were generally high in cultivation and experience, at least in Class Two.

Their Spiritual Literature teacher not only taught that subject but also the Cultivation course, one of the three main subjects, and was their homeroom teacher.

After setting down the homework, Su Yuan addressed the stern-faced, impeccably dressed middle-aged man behind the desk. “Teacher Yue, here’s the class’s Spiritual Literature homework.”

Yue Lin glanced at the thin stack of notebooks, his deep voice resonating. “All collected?”

“All collected.”

Su Yuan replied without flinching.

The fates of Class Two’s forty-eight “sons and daughters” rested on his shoulders, and he had to hold firm!

Yue Lin was silent for a moment before saying slowly, “Alright, I understand.”

Su Yuan relaxed slightly, about to slip away, when Yue Lin stood up. “The first period today is Cultivation class, and I have some announcements to make. Let’s go together.”

“Oh.”

Su Yuan nodded calmly, and they headed to the classroom. As they reached Class Two’s door, the clear sounds of chatter and play filled the air.

But the moment Yue Lin stepped through the door, the class fell silent, every student sitting obediently as if the earlier noise had never existed.

Su Yuan quietly slipped back to his seat.

“I could hear your racket from the office. This class is the noisiest in the entire senior year.”

Yue Lin stood at the podium, his voice cold.

The vibe was intense.

But their homeroom teacher wasn’t one to nag. After his opening, he got straight to the point, holding up two fingers. “Two things. First, to prepare for the college entrance exam, the school is establishing a special advanced class, selecting the best students from the eight senior classes. A key criterion for selection will be this month’s exam results.”

“Second, a powerhouse from one of the top ten immortal academies will soon visit Taihua High School. Rumor has it they’re considering teaching the advanced class. Prepare well, stay sharp, and don’t embarrass us!”

Hearing Yue Lin’s solemn words, the entire class, including Su Yuan, grew serious.

The advanced class was a no-brainer. Getting in would significantly boost chances of entering one of the top ten immortal academies or, at the very least, make it easier to get into a good university.

Any student with ambition wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

“The advanced class, isn’t that just blatantly hogging all of Taihua High’s resources? If I get in, the task of seizing student resources would be done, right?”

Su Yuan’s heart stirred as he thought it over.

Even without the task, his goal was to get into one of the top ten academies. If there was a chance, he had to join this advanced class.

But…

The selection for the advanced class was based on this month’s exam results, which was a bit rushed!

Only twenty days until the end of the month.

System bro, you better step up and show me your limits!

As he thought this, the class bell rang.

Yue Lin stopped discussing the advanced class and said, “This period, we’ll activate the Spirit Gathering Array in the classroom. Cultivate freely, and I’ll point out flaws in your breathing techniques. Those renting spiritual roots, hurry up, don’t hold up the class.”

As he spoke, intricate array patterns appeared on the classroom’s clean walls, glowing faintly.

The surrounding spiritual energy quickly grew denser.

Su Yuan didn’t dare dawdle. He opened the school app and rented a basic artificial spiritual root for two hours at five hundred yuan per hour.

Within a minute of placing the order, an unmanned flying sword zipped in from outside, placing a tightly sealed box on Su Yuan’s desk.

Inside was the artificial basic spiritual root.

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