In a world where ancient magic and modern technology coexisted, Jim Chris, a brilliant and ambitious senior at Princeton Fifth High School, was on a mission to unlock the secrets of the universe. With his sights set on the prestigious Dao Academy, Jim Chris was studying tirelessly to ace the entrance exam and embark on a journey that would change his life - and the world - forever.
[Name: Jim chris]
[Age: 19 years old]
[Level: fifth level of Qi training]
[Spiritual roots: Gold 20, Wood 25, Water 25, Fire 18, Earth 11]
Phenix City, Wellesley Fifth High School, in a classroom by the window, a handsome young man took out his thin, jade-like mobile phone and opened his personal interface data.
The school had just started, and the head teacher wanted to check the progress of each student's practice during the holidays. Jim Chris edited some content that needed to be updated. After connecting to the teaching network and preparing to send his personal panel to his head teacher, he heard a voice next to him.
"Hey, you kid actually practiced in seclusion during the holidays and broke through to the fifth level of Qi training." After sending his own panel, the classmate glanced at Jim Chris' and saw that he had filled in [Fifth Level of Qi Training] in the realm column, and his tone was a little sour.
Although the content on the personal interface is filled in by oneself, the school can easily verify the authenticity through various examinations, and basically no one fills it out randomly. After all, if you are caught cheating, it will be recorded in the file, affecting your future studies and even war assignments.
In the Immortal Sect, the punishment for fraud is quite severe.
"I'm different from you. I have real spiritual roots. As long as I work hard, I will definitely cultivate much faster than your fake spiritual roots." There was a hint of pride in Jim Chris' words. This holiday, except for being taken to the temple to burn incense by his mother, he spent the rest of his time in seclusion at home, practicing hard. Finally, relying on the power of elixirs, he broke through the bottleneck and advanced to the fifth level of Qi training.
"It's so unfair that your spiritual root attributes can actually be classified as true spiritual roots." His deskmate was furious, but there was nothing he could do because that was the rule of the Immortal Sect.
If a spiritual root attribute is over 20, it is considered a true spiritual root. However, God did not pay attention when distributing talents in the womb and slightly averaged out the four attributes, so it was classified as a pseudo-spiritual root. But in fact, the spiritual root attribute points of his deskmate were not much different from those of Jim Chris-it could be said that they were about the same.
"Well, that's good. Many people have made progress during the holidays." At this time, the head teacher on the podium had already looked through everyone's panels, and a rare smile appeared on his usually serious face.
Afterward, every student who had made progress was named and praised. Among them was Jim Chris. The praise from the head teacher made the two beautiful students at the front table turn their heads, and Jim Chris couldn't help but hold his head high and puff out his chest, a look of complacency on his face.
The fifth level of Qi training was already in the top 20 in the entire class. He was now in his third year of high school. If he worked harder, he might be able to reach a higher level before the Wellesley college entrance examination.
If he could reach the sixth level of Qi training, there was no hope for the four top Taoist academies, but he could still aim for a second-tier Taoist academy. As for the third-tier Taoist academies, such as Yale University and Princeton University, he was almost guaranteed admission. As long as he could enter a Taoist academy after the college entrance examination, he would not be recruited by the Immortal Sect to participate in the war of development within ten years. Maybe there was even hope of building a foundation.
"Finally, I would like to give special praise to Darrel Cole and Dean Leroy. I never thought that in my lifetime, I would be able to train two students in the late stage of Qi training."
Rodney Booth, the class teacher, had just finished his first class and was overwhelmed with emotions. He put down the tablet in his hand, and his usually serious eyes suddenly became gentle. He looked at Darrel Cole and Dean Leroy, the top students in the class, who had stood up along with everyone else.
These two students had the best spiritual attributes and had lived up to expectations by reaching the seventh level of Qi training before the college entrance examination. With this achievement, they could secure entry into a second-level Taoist academy and establish their foundation within ten years. If successful, they would become golden elixir Taoist seeds and receive key training in the Immortal Sect.
Jim Chris couldn't help but feel envious. Unlike his own true spiritual roots, which were just average, Darrel Cole and Dean Leroy had exceptional spiritual roots. One of their spiritual root attributes exceeded 40, allowing them to achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing exercises.
The class came to an end, and Rodney Booth summarized the collected test papers. After the bell rang, he announced the end of the class, and the students quickly dispersed. Jim Chris jumped out of the window and rushed to the training room.
Fortunately, his cultivation level had improved during his retreat, and his flying skills had improved by three points. He arrived at the training ground before most people and quickly occupied an empty training room. He swiped his electronic student card, and the door closed behind him.
A student who was a step slower cursed and rushed to another empty training room. The students were anxious because spiritual energy was scarce, and they were competing for limited training rooms.
After 6,000 years of development, the Immortal Sect had depleted the resources of Diyuan Star. The spiritual veins and vitality in the territories occupied by the thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessed places had been nationalized. The remaining spiritual energy between heaven and earth was only sufficient for basic breathing.
Cultivators had to pay a good deed fee to the Immortal Sect to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation. The cost varied depending on the quality of the spiritual energy. For example, transporting first-grade lower-level earth spiritual energy to a living cave required 10 points of good deeds per month.
Jim Chris, currently at the fifth level of Qi training, required higher-quality spiritual energy. First-level medium-quality spiritual energy cost 20 points of good deeds per month, while first-grade superior spiritual energy cost 40 points. Jim Chris needed at least first-grade intermediate spiritual energy to make progress, but first-grade superior spiritual energy would be even better.
Ideally, second-level or third-level earth vein spiritual energy would be the best option. However, this was unlikely. Jim Chris began to sense the rising concentration of spiritual energy in the training room and used his mobile phone to test the spiritual energy value.
After waiting nearly a minute, the value stabilized at 10. According to the Immortal Sect's rules, a spiritual energy value of 1-10 corresponded to a first-level spiritual vein. Higher values indicated higher-level spiritual veins, with values of 10-100 and 100-1000 corresponding to second-level and third-level spiritual veins, respectively.
By analogy, the highest grade in the entire Immortal Sect was said to be the cave where the two gods of transformation resided, which had a sixth-grade spiritual vein.
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