Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 80 - : Extraordinary

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Extraordinary

Nighttime, at the river dam.

“Yes, it’s the jade pendant I sent you,” Jiang Ning answered his parents’ call.

“It didn’t cost much, a classmate’s family works with jade.”

“Understood, I’ll thank him and treat him to a meal later.”

“Wear the jade pendant well, don’t be reluctant to use it.”

Jiang Ning said a few words, then hung up the phone.

His parents were often away, returning home only during the New Year, but having given them two protective jade pendants, he felt much more at ease.

Jiang Ning was walking on the road, his mountain bike moving automatically alongside him, quite eerily.

…

The room was lit.

Jiang Ning conjured two magic formations to gather water orbs, which he used to cleanse his entire body and remove the smell of grilled fish from his clothes.

He sat at his desk, writing diligently.

Jiang Ning was working on improving a spell that could hide the medicinal components of Evergreen Liquid.

Once a true ascetic, Jiang Ning had spent ninety percent of his 300 years in secluded cultivation, creating over a dozen cultivation techniques and nearly a hundred small magics.

Skilled in this area and combining what he had learned in the Real World, the task of devising a spell to mask the medicinal components wasn’t difficult for him.

Jiang Ning selected spells, then translated the medicinal components of Evergreen Liquid into symbols, started combining them, listed formulas, and inscribed complex lines onto sheets of A4 paper.

One page, two pages, three pages, until he had filled seven pages of A4 paper, Jiang Ning finally settled on a formula.

Next, all he needed to do was to prove the formula’s correctness, then follow the steps to cast the spell to secretly erase the medicinal component of Evergreen Liquid, allowing it to debut as a cosmetic product.

However, proving this formula was not easy; previously, Jiang Ning would often spend half a month, or even two months, to calculate the steps and conduct experiments.

But looking at the time, it wouldn’t meet the three-day promise he made to Shao Shuangshuang.

Yet, Jiang Ning wasn’t worried. He projected his Divine Sense and scanned Xue Yuantong’s room.

Xue Yuantong was curled up in bed with her lazy green jade pendant nestled in front of her chest.

Her pajama sleeves stretched out small hands, clutching a phone to play games, the screen’s light reflecting in her dark pupils.

Jiang Ning messaged her on QQ: “Xue Yuantong, do you think you’re smart?”

“Hmph, I am indeed a genius.”

Jiang Ning: “Really? (surprised)”

Xue Yuantong: “Hahaha, have you met anyone else who cooks extremely fragrant meals, rides an electric scooter super fast, and is amazing at house chores… If I’m not a genius, what am I?”

“Have you finished reviewing the formula sheet I gave you?” Jiang Ning asked.

Sometime earlier, he had taught her the specialized formula sheets he used for creating magic.

“Pfft, I’ve mastered it long ago,” Xue Yuantong replied.

“Okay, I’ve got a complicated formula here. If you can verify it for me, I’ll admit you’re a ‘genius.'”

Jiang Ning activated his spiritual power, slipping several draft papers under the door of Xue Yuantong’s house.

Upon knowing this, Xue Yuantong jumped out of bed, ran to the door in her slippers, and grabbed the draft papers.

“Wait, I’ll have it for you in a bit.”

Xue Yuantong switched on her desk lamp, bit on her pencil, and plunged into intense calculations.

Seeing her effort through his Divine Sense, Jiang Ning contentedly lit a stick of Soul Suppressing Fragrance.

This formula was difficult to verify and served well to test Xue Yuantong.

Jiang Ning remained amid the smoke, refining his Divine Sense, preparing to refine his godliness and then have a good sleep.

Before the incense stick had finished burning, a QQ notification rang:

“Jiang Ning, I’m done!”

“Done?” Jiang Ning opened his eyes, incredulous.

“I’ve left the draft papers under your door; go get them quickly,” Xue Yuantong retreated back to her bed.

Jiang Ning gently waved his hand, and Spiritual Power carried the draft paper as it flew into the room.

Eight A4 pages, one more than before.

The additional page was written by Xue Yuantong, only halfway completed.

Jiang Ning spent ten minutes verifying the draft paper and discovered it was entirely correct, with no steps missing or extra; the exquisite formulas were like a work of art that could mesmerize anyone.

At that moment, Jiang Ning felt as if this work of art was silently mocking him, mocking his stupidity.

Suddenly, Jiang Ning felt a sense of defeat; it had been many years since he felt this way, ever since he learned he possessed the strongest Spirit Root, the Heavenly Spirit Root.

He struggled to send a message to Xue Yuantong,

“You only took twenty minutes.”

Xue Yuantong replied instantly, “It was actually only ten minutes. Your handwriting is so ugly that it took me an extra ten minutes to decipher.”

Jiang Ning: …

…

Yu Zhou Center, commercial office building.

“The monthly exams are approaching, and the investment here is progressing steadily. You should return to school,” said Lin Han in a suit.

“Yes, it’s time to go back,” Ding Shuyan replied, also in a suit, her slender shoulders giving her a slightly immature air.

“I’ve arranged for you to be in Class 1 of Fourth Middle School, where Lin Xiaopang and Zhuang Jianhui can protect you.”

Lin Han looked out at the city’s nighttime scenery through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

“With all sorts of people at school and students inexperienced in the ways of the world, having them by your side eases my worries.”

Ding Shuyan remained silent. In that moment, she had wanted to say that she wished to go to Class 8.

But in the end, she didn’t voice it out, not because she feared her aunt might suspect, but because she worried about Jiang Ning. If he thought her action was a provocation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Transcendence… It was too alluring. Ding Shuyan had seen many landscapes and people in the world, yet she had never heard of the existence of the Transcendent.

Since her childhood, she had never been so intensely interested in anything.

Hold still and wait for the opportunity.

‘I will wait,’ Ding Shuyan thought silently.

…

First day of school, Class 8 classroom.

“Jiang Ning, I wiped down your seat for you,” said Geng Lu, holding a tissue and seeking praise.

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Jiang Ning wasn’t surprised, “After the first class, I’ll treat you to some food.”

“Yay!”

When Ma Shicheng saw Jiang Ning arrive, his expression turned solemn and said,

“I heard something happened in Class 10 upstairs.”

Geng Lu interjected, “I heard about it too, it seems like there was a fight.”

“It’s pretty serious, that person was hospitalized.”

Hearing the two of them, Jiang Ning recalled the incident in his memory, which seemed to have occurred around this time.

Ma Shicheng explained, “Last Friday afternoon, Class 10 had no teacher during their last period, and Wu Xiaoqi stood on the podium questioning another student, accusing them of talking behind his back and demanding an explanation.”

“Then the student denied it, Wu Xiaoqi kept questioning him, and eventually other students stepped forward to point out the accused. Wu Xiaoqi, enraged, grabbed a steel rebar—you know, the kind used in construction, as thick as a finger—and ran down from the podium to strike the student on the head with it.”

Ma Shicheng’s expressions were uneasy as he narrated, even showing some fear.

“A hit on the head with a steel rebar sent the other student to the hospital. Luckily, the injuries weren’t too severe and he has been discharged now, but this incident has had a really bad impact.”

Geng Lu was a bit angry, “Beating someone like that is too much; how could he use a steel rebar?”

“That person should be expelled!”

Ma Shicheng shook his head, glanced around as if he was discussing a taboo,

and spoke only once he was sure no one was listening, “Wu Xiaoqi’s family provides teaching materials. He pointed at the textbook on the table. Do you get my meaning?”

Geng Lu was indignant, “That’s all the more reason he should be expelled!”

But Jiang Ning knew that not only was Wu Xiaoqi not expelled, he was simply transferred to another class. Unfortunately, it happened to be their Class 8.