Chapter 27

“Thunderbolt Spell…”

Lin Mo wished he could immediately walk a hundred steps along the roadside curb to claim the mid-grade spell.

A first-grade mid-grade spell, converted to ordinary currency, was worth at least a million.

So even though Lin Mo had carefully clicked to accept the quest, he felt uneasy, fearing it might vanish suddenly.

Fortunately, first-grade daily quests could be saved for seven days; as long as completed within that time, the reward would be granted.

He checked the quest’s deadline several times before finally relaxing, then stared intently at the 13 Luck Points on the panel, wishing he could kiss them.

“My mistake—you really are a ‘rare resource,’ Luck Points!”

Lin Mo’s mood improved greatly, even surpassing how he felt during yesterday’s Immortal Exam.

After all, even if mastered perfectly, the [Kui Star Zhuang ] had its limits.

Even a perfect-level [Kui Star Zhuang ] could not achieve a perfect score in spells.

But the baseline for a mid-grade spell was 100 points; even if his [Kui Star Zhuang ] reached Peak Level, his score would be no different from Ye Chen’s accomplished-level mid-grade spell.

If he pushed further to Great Accomplishment, his spell score would be at least 200 points.

At that point, even if Lin Mo advanced to Qi Refining 7th Layer, he’d still be left far behind in spell scores.

But now it was fine—if he obtained the [Thunderbolt Spell] and added Merit Points, achieving a high spell score wouldn’t be hard.

“Hmm, I need to re-plan—some Merit Points must be allocated to spells too…”

As he mentally calculated, he walked to school and unconsciously entered Classroom 10 of Grade 12.

Only when he snapped back to reality did he realize he’d already sat in his usual seat; looking up, he saw all his classmates had arrived.

After a day off, not a single person was absent?

Lin Mo was surprised, but then he understood why.

After yesterday’s Literary and Immortal Exams, most students had clearly recognized their weaknesses.

As for the Literary Exam candidates, they were all buried in studying cultural knowledge.

The Immortal Exam candidates were the same.

Of the four Immortal Exam candidates in class besides Ye Chen and Lin Mo, none dared claim they’d definitely pass the Dao Academy entrance.

With little time left, it was better to spend it boosting cultural scores than sitting in meditation.

After all, a strong Literary Exam score could add bonus points.

For those with weak cultural scores, raising 100 points in culture was easier than raising 1 point in Immortal Exam.

But…

“Why are you here?”

Lin Mo glanced curiously at Zhang Da beside him.

Zhang Da, exhausted, yawned and grumbled:

“I took leave last night to stay overnight at an internet café playing ‘Immortal Paru,’ got caught by Old Li, and now I have to write a ten-thousand-word self-criticism. You know, we’re almost graduating—why the hell am I writing a damn self-criticism?”

After he finished his rant, Zhang Da suddenly realized something and stared at him:

“Wait, why are you here too?”

For someone like Li Feng, who barely scraped through the Immortal Exam and ranked last in the Literary Exam, coming here to practice cultural questions made sense.

But Lin Mo’s Literary Exam score had little room for improvement; logically, he should be in the cultivation room, not the classroom.

Just as Lin Mo was about to answer, a startled cry rang out from the front row:

“Holy shit—Chu Wange!”

At the mention of “Chu Wange,” nearly every student buried in study looked up, turning toward the voice.

“Whoa~!”

Several students gasped; the previously murmuring classroom fell instantly silent.

There, standing at the classroom door, was Chu Wange in a red Daoist robe; her sharp, spirited phoenix eyes swept the room, then locked onto Lin Mo, and she said:

“Come.”

Before Lin Mo could speak, Zhang Da beside him widened his eyes in ecstatic delight:

“The campus beauty called me out?!”

A student behind him immediately retorted: “Bullshit! She called me!”

A student to the right snatched the words: “Pfft! She meant me!”

Suddenly, all the male students nearby began arguing.

“Back off! The campus beauty smiled at me!”

“Wahhh! I waited so long—today’s the day! I’m finally eating this soft meal!”

“You’re all too shameless! She was smiling at me!”

“…”

Hearing their overconfident claims, Lin Mo even began doubting himself—was she not calling me? Did I hallucinate? I didn’t see her smile at all.

Yet despite their words, not one of these boys moved from his seat; they merely stared longingly at Chu Wange at the door, eyes filled with anticipation.

As if she said one more word, they’d all rush out.

Chu Wange, standing at the door, noticed Lin Mo hadn’t moved; her expression showed slight confusion, and she spoke again:

“Lin Mo, come.”

This time, she called him by full name.

The hope in the eyes of the male students shattered, one by one, until it vanished entirely.

Amidst the stunned expressions of everyone, Lin Mo rose calmly, leisurely adjusted the collar of his Daoist robe, and smiled:

“Oh, so she was calling me.”

Damn this bastard!!

The male classmates all shot him murderous glares, especially Zhang Da beside him, whose eyes nearly popped out and whose ballpoint pen cracked under his grip.

Shit, I overdid the show…

Lin Mo silently cursed himself.

As a student of Nanshan, he knew full well the influence of “Chu Wange” at Nanshan No. 4 High, even across all of Rongcheng’s high schools.

Every Rongcheng joint exam, she topped the rankings.

She had single-handedly dominated every high school in Rongcheng for three full years.

According to reliable rumors, she might even be the most exceptional genius Rongcheng had seen in a century.

But to protect this rare Immortal Seed, information about her remained scarce.

All anyone knew was that Nanshan No. 4 had this three-year-ranking Immortal genius, and with her beautiful face and figure that even a Daoist robe couldn’t conceal, the title of campus beauty naturally fell to her.

Perhaps because Lin Mo had been frequently meeting her for barbecues lately, he’d almost forgotten just how popular she was in Rongcheng’s high schools, how many fans she had, and how many boys saw her as their white moonlight…

Indeed, the phrase “white moonlight” carried the strongest punch.

Lin Mo muttered a silent complaint, then slipped out of the classroom under the deathly stares of countless eyes.

When he reached the door, he casually slung an arm around Chu Wange’s shoulder, turned her around, and pushed her out.

“Let’s go, let’s go—this place is too dangerous to linger!”

Lin Mo urged quickly, but hadn’t taken more than a few steps before he looked up and saw Old Li and a middle-aged bald man standing just outside the classroom door.

Both men turned their gazes toward Lin Mo; their eyes landed on his hand resting on Chu Wange’s shoulder, and both expressions flickered with surprise.

After his initial shock, Old Li’s gaze toward Lin Mo grew complex.

The bald middle-aged man’s eyes showed disbelief, then a faint flicker of anger—his expression as if his prized cabbage had just been rooted by a pig.