Chapter 3: Cultivation Cheat Device

Yunluo Li Year 9992, March 1st. This book's first release: Tian Tian Kan Xiao Shuo Shu Ku Guang, ttkks. tw, choose at will, providing you with an error-free chapter, non-misordered chapter reading experience.

It has been nearly a month since Ernst Institute opened, and the five people in dormitory 1987 have gradually adapted to the rhythm here. Each attends classes in the morning, cultivates freely in the afternoon, goes to the restaurant together for dinner in the evening, and chats and jokes in the courtyard at night—such days, for me who worked 996 in my past life, are simply a life of immortals.

The only problem is that Linlei tries too hard.

"Fourth brother went to Hou Shan again?" In the morning when getting up, I looked at Linlei's empty bed and asked.

"He went out before dawn." Leinuo yawned, "Is this guy even human? He sleeps so little every day."

I smiled and said nothing.

Linlei's diligence was already present in the original work. Every morning he exercised, attended classes in the morning, went to Hou Shan in the afternoon to cultivate magic and carving, and meditated at night. Such intensity would have broken an ordinary person long ago, but he stubbornly persisted for over ten years.

"Get up, get up!" Yelu's voice came from the courtyard, "I specifically asked about today's Fire Element class; it's a beautiful teacher!"

Leinuo's eyes lit up, and he instantly bounced up from the bed.

Qiaozhi slowly put on his clothes, glanced at me, and said, "Third brother, aren't you excited?"

"I am of the Fire Element, so of course I must go today," I said, "As for you guys, why are you making a fuss about the Wind Element and Water Element?"

"Do we need a reason to make a fuss?" Yelu said with righteous confidence.

Ten minutes later, the five of us marched majestically towards the classroom.

Ernst Institute's class schedule is very free; if you want to listen, you listen; if you don't want to, you can skip. But the Fire Element first-year classroom was especially lively today—not only because of the rumored beautiful teacher, but also because the legendary number one genius, Dixie, would be coming to audit the class today.

When we arrived, more than half the seats in the classroom were already occupied. Yelu and Leinuo snatched seats in the back row by the window, Qiaozhi sat beside them, Linlei chose an empty seat near the front, and I sat next to him.

"Nervous?" I asked Linlei.

Linlei shook his head: "Just listening to a lecture."

I smiled. Linlei's personality is just like that; he appears indifferent to everything, only becoming exceptionally focused when cultivating.

At exactly eight o'clock, a silver-haired woman walked into the classroom.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

Because the magic robe on this silver-haired woman had seven golden patterns embroidered on the cuffs—Level 7 Mage!

"Hello everyone, my name is Ailisen. For the coming year, I will be responsible for your Fire Element courses." The silver-haired woman spoke, her voice clear and cold, "For today's first lesson, I first want to understand your level. Is anyone willing to come up and demonstrate?"

The classroom was utterly silent.

It has only been a month since the start of school; not many can even cast a Level 1 Magic spell completely. Who would dare to make a fool of themselves in front of a Level 7 Mage?

"I'll do it."

I stood up.

Linlei turned to look at me, his eyes showing some surprise.

I walked to the front of the classroom, stood still, and took a deep breath.

The Fallen Heart Flame within my body trembled slightly, and a warm sensation flowed from my heart to my right hand. I raised my hand and chanted the incantation in a low voice—Fire Element Level 1 Magic, Fireball Technique.

A fist-sized ball of flame condensed in my palm.

A normal fireball should be orange-red, but the color of my flame was somewhat pale, and the edges were even somewhat transparent. Teacher Ailisen stared at that ball of flame, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Interesting," she said softly, "Continue."

I threw the fireball towards the test target in the corner of the classroom. With a "Bang!", it exploded, and flames scattered everywhere. A line of numbers lit up on the magic sensor on the test target—Temperature: 870 degrees.

A chorus of gasps rose in the classroom.

The normal temperature of a Level 1 fireball is around 500 degrees; my shot was directly nearly double that.

"Your fireball's temperature is higher than normal." Ailisen looked at me, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

I answered honestly, "Perhaps it is talent."

Ailisen nodded and asked no further questions.

But I knew clearly in my heart that this was the Fallen Heart Flame. After this strange fire merged into my body, the temperature of the flames in any Fire Element magic I cast was more than thirty percent higher than normal.

After class, the five of us went to the restaurant to eat. Leinuo chattered non-stop all the way: "Third brother, you are too fierce! 870 degrees! I saw the faces of those Fire Element students turn green!"

"Keep it low profile, keep it low profile." I pressed my hand down.

"Low profile what!" Yelu slapped the table, "We, dormitory 1987, have made a name for ourselves today! Fourth brother is Dual Element Super Grade, and Third brother is Fire Element Super Grade and so perverted like this; even when I walk outside, I bring the wind with me!"

Qiaozhi shook his head with a smile: "Second brother, that's enough."

"What Second brother? Call me Second Brother!"

The five of us laughed together.

In the evening, I came alone to Hou Shan behind the institute.

Ernst Institute covers a vast area, and Hou Shan stretches for dozens of miles. I stopped in a clearing in the woods, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

The Fallen Heart Flame within my body lay quietly dormant, like a docile young beast. I could sense it beating slowly; with every beat, a wisp of warm qi flowed into my four limbs and hundred bones.

This is the most heaven-defying ability of the Fallen Heart Flame—automatic cultivation.

No need for deliberate guidance, no need for meditation or sitting in seclusion; it produces Heart Fire within the body 24 hours a day without interruption, refining fighting qi—or rather, in this world, refining magic power.

I closed my eyes and entered a meditative state. In the Middle Dantian of my chest, red magic power was slowly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This speed... was nearly double what it was when I first transmigrated.

"No wonder it's called a cultivation cheat device," I thought silently.

At this speed, I might reach Level 7 Mage in less than ten years. If combined with the rewards from the Sign-in System, five years, or even three years, is possible.

"Hmm?"

I suddenly sensed movement not far away.

Opening my eyes, Linlei was walking out from the woods, with Beibei perched on his shoulder.

"Fourth brother?" I was somewhat surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Cultivating." Linlei walked over and sat nearby, "It's quiet here."

I nodded and said no more.

Linlei sat cross-legged and quickly entered a meditative state. Beibei jumped down from his shoulder, lay on a stone nearby, and stared at me with a pair of round, black eyes.

"Little one, what are you looking at?" I smiled at it.

Beibei tilted its head and ignored me.

I didn't mind and continued my cultivation.

Night fell, and moonlight filtered through the leaves. In the clearing, two people cultivated separately while a small Ying Shu dozed nearby, occasionally chirping twice.

Late at night, I returned to the dorm alone. Yelu and Leinuo were already asleep; a faint light glowed on Qiaozhi's bed, indicating he was reading.

【Ding—Host has established a trust relationship with the original protagonist.】

【Hidden condition triggered? Sign in?】

The system's voice suddenly rang out.

I paused, then silently thought in my mind: Sign in.

【Sign-in successful.】

【Reward obtained: Heart-Flame Resonance—can briefly ignite the emotional fire within another's body, intensifying their emotional fluctuations. Highly effective against those with lower spiritual power than oneself; effectiveness diminishes against those with higher spiritual power.】

I: "..."

What is this? A weakened version of the Fallen Heart-Flame's "combat psychological warfare"?

On second thought, this ability is indeed useful in combat—the greater an enemy's emotional fluctuations, the more prone they are to mistakes. But in daily life...

"Third brother, what are you smiling about?" Qiaozhi's voice came from nearby.

"Nothing." I stopped smiling. "Go to sleep quickly."

"Mm."

The dorm fell silent.