Chapter 65

At this time.

The identity device sent a notification.

"Transfer received: 1,200,000 alliance coins."

"Your balance: 2,337,609 alliance coins."

Jiang Jian swiped away the transfer information.

Shi Xuan's communication followed closely.

"Jiang Jian, 3 pieces of refined iron have been sold; I've transferred the money to you."

"I told them to prioritize selling your refined iron; mine haven't been sold yet."

Shi Xuan's tone was somewhat proud, "I didn't swallow a single cent."

Jiang Jian replied: "Thank you."

Turning off the communication, Jiang Jian looked at the balance.

2.33 million alliance coins.

"It's enough to buy the talent light orb."

Jiang Jian clicked the holographic screen and exited the Heavenly Ladder ranking tournament.

The glass cover opened.

Jiang Jian walked out of the virtual cabin, picked up the Han Guang sword from the scanning unit, and sat back on the sofa.

On the Linjiang internet trading platform, the goods he had previously bookmarked hadn't been bought yet.

"Level 3 Talent Light Orb, Heart, Spiritual Wisdom and Divine Thought, selling price 1.3 million alliance coins."

"Spiritual Wisdom and Divine Thought can significantly enhance brain intelligence, improve sensitivity to spiritual energy, improve the precision of controlling spiritual energy, and slightly increase cultivation speed."

Jiang Jian read the introduction and chose to buy it directly.

"You are about to buy a Level 3 talent light orb; this item is a rare item with high value and requires re-verification of identity."

A notification sound rang out.

On the identity device, light flickered.

"Verification successful!"

"You can continue to purchase!"

Jiang Jian clicked confirm.

"Purchase successful!"

"Your consumption this time: 1,300,000 alliance coins."

"Your balance: 1,037,609 alliance coins."

After thinking for a moment.

Jiang Jian swiped his identity device and dialed a real-time communication to Jiang Zhao.

Beep.

Beep.

A few seconds later.

The communication connected.

"Jiang Jian."

His sister looked surprised, but her expression was a bit unexpected, "Didn't you read the messages I sent you?"

Jiang Jian was silent for a moment and said: "I have too many unread communications and didn't have time to look."

Jiang Zhao stopped her cultivation, her hair black as a waterfall, hanging down: "Here, I bring cultivation spirit medicine every day to practice here for 2 hours."

The place where she sat was the cultivation room of the Anhe Academy.

Jiang Jian nodded and said: "I bought something, and the delivery address is yours; pay attention to receiving it in the next two days."

"You aren't spending money recklessly again, are you?"

Jiang Zhao raised her eyebrows slightly, "Jiang Jian, what did you buy?"

Jiang Jian said: "It's useful for you."

Jiang Zhao spread her hands: "It wouldn't be something related to cultivation again, would it?"

She stood up and pointed to the empty room next door.

"I listened to you and come here to practice every day; I already have to face other people's strange looks."

Although her tone carried teasing, there was no unwillingness.

Jiang Jian asked: "How much money is left?"

Jiang Zhao estimated: "Including the shopping quota, there's probably about 70,000 alliance coins left."

Jiang Jian said softly: "I'll transfer some more money to you to increase your cultivation intensity."

After speaking, he swiped his identity device.

"Transfer successful: 500,000 alliance coins."

"Your balance: 537,609 alliance coins."

Jiang Zhao on the other side didn't react for a moment.

A few seconds later.

She saw her account clearly, looking surprised and worried, and couldn't help but whisper: "So much money!"

Jiang Jian said: "I still have plenty left here."

Jiang Zhao bit her lip and said: "Jiang Jian, you have never lied to me; I believe you."

For a freshman at Anhe Academy, 500,000 alliance coins was really too much.

Her expression still held surprise and joy.

A moment later.

Jiang Zhao came back to her senses, suddenly thought of something, her expression became solemn, and she said: "By the way, Jiang Jian, I found your illness in the Anhe Academy library."

She swiped her identity device and sent a communication.

Jiang Jian opened the communication.

Only then did he see.

In the past two days, Jiang Zhao had sent more than a dozen communications.

The scene pictures inside were almost all taken at the Anhe library, all related to his illness.

Jiang Jian roughly looked through these emails and finally opened the communication Jiang Zhao had just sent.

The photo was extremely clear.

What was photographed on it was a yellowed, old book page.

"Soul-Loss Syndrome."

"The condition is rare, first discovered in 2987. In the four worlds of Earth and Moon, there are currently only a few dozen surviving cases."

"Patients with Soul-Loss Syndrome will suddenly fall into a deep sleep at irregular times, falling into an unconscious state similar to death; each episode causes great trauma to the spirit."

"Frequent episodes will cause the patient's soul to collapse and die on the spot."

"Dozens of medical masters studied Soul-Loss Syndrome and in 2989, identified the cause of the disease."

"The cause of the disease in patients is mostly due to a missing soul."

"Taking calming medicine on time can slightly alleviate symptoms and delay the time of the episode."

The ancient book page was already damaged, clearly something from several hundred years ago.

Jiang Zhao said seriously: "Jiang Jian, this illness is exactly the same as your symptoms; you must take your medicine on time!"

Jiang Jian was stunned and said: "Okay."

Soul-Loss Syndrome.

Jiang Jian was no stranger to this name.

Even.

Jiang Jian also knew of another, even rarer type of Soul-Loss Syndrome.

Soul-Separation Syndrome.

Soul-Separation Syndrome is a type of Soul-Loss Syndrome and is even rarer.

In the four worlds of Earth and Moon, there are still rare cases to this day.

Living beings are born with their souls and bodies, although not missing, in a strange state of separation.

Dull and foolish, like an idiot.

In 3227, the Divine Technology Medicine of the Earth Alliance could already cure all brain-domain diseases.

But the dullness caused by "Soul-Separation Syndrome" had no cure.

"Only a divine physician with profound cultivation can use incredible, mysterious means, combined with suitable pure materials, to make the patient's soul and body return to their origin."

Jiang Jian remained silent.

Deep in his heart, a conversation from ten years ago, deep in his memory, surfaced.

"Where can I find this kind of divine physician you're talking about?"

The boy raised his head and asked.

That person reached out a finger, stroked the boy's black hair, and chuckled: "I am one."

"Jiang Jian!"

The girl's clear, pleasant voice pulled Jiang Jian back to reality.

"I'm going to continue practicing."

"This cultivation room costs money."

Jiang Jian nodded and said: "When the talent light orb arrives, you will be able to get a new cultivation method; by then, cultivation efficiency will increase and should be much faster than now."

Jiang Zhao's pupils contracted: "Cultivation light orb!? What level!? That thing, every one of them is a sky-high price!"

"Practice well; these resources are enough for you to use for a while."

Without waiting for her to speak, Jiang Jian hung up the communication.

More unread communications emerged.

Among them were Jiang Zhao's, as well as those from classmates like Liu Tiezhu and Shan Ye.

Jiang Jian swiped away all the communications, sat in place, and frowned.

"Where exactly did my cultivation go wrong?"

Recently.

Jiang Jian noticed.

His own temperament was vaguely somewhat restless.

This intuition gave him a sense of crisis.

"If this continues, it will definitely not work."

Jiang Jian closed his eyes, spiritual energy trembling around his body, his mind surging.

"When others start practicing, they should also have a similar bottleneck period."

"But I am an outside student, lacking guidance from elders in cultivation, and have almost no experience to refer to."

Suddenly, Jiang Jian thought of someone.

He opened his eyes and opened his identity device again.

In the unread communications, he searched for "Gu Qi."

Sure enough.

The day before yesterday, there was an unread communication from Gu Qi.

Gu Qi, Linjiang Academy, third-year student.

Level 4 talent, Technique.

Spring Realm.

Jiang Jian clicked to open the communication.

"Junior Jiang Jian, reply to the communication when you have time; I have something to find you for."

Gu Qi's tone was very sincere.

The academy had been open for a week, and all the permissions for freshmen had been unlocked.

Jiang Jian could naturally guess Gu Qi's purpose.

Every Divine Gift university had a rare "Chief Student" quota.

A "Student" could establish a cultivation mansion alone.

This kind of "cultivation mansion" had exquisite arrays, far superior to cultivation rooms, with many benefits.

The huge funds for building a "cultivation mansion" were subsidized by the school.

Among them, they could accommodate a fixed number of students from each grade.

Every "Student" had many geniuses under their command, forming their own faction.

But competing for the "Chief Student" quota was extremely difficult.

Gu Qi was at a critical stage of competing for the "Chief Student" quota.

No matter which grade, Gu Qi needed some geniuses to help him.

(End of chapter)