Chapter 30: Lie Down... You Do It Yourself

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves.

Even everyone, including homeroom teacher Old Li, showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Since the Great Cultivation Era began, [Qi Yun] has not been a secret to the general public.

Those blessed with Qi Yun receive the favors of heaven and earth.

Even with average talent, they will still achieve something great.

Across every historical turning point of the Cultivation Era, the presence of Qi Yun bearers is nearly always found.

Nanshan No. 4 High has one publicly known Qi Yun bearer: Ye Chen of Class 10, Senior Year.

Now a second Qi Yun bearer has appeared in Class 10, Senior Year?

Not just Principal Zhu and Wang Shuo—even Old Li, as homeroom teacher of Class 10, felt strange. Could Class 10, Senior Year, be some kind of feng shui treasure land?

Two Qi Yun bearers in one class?

Yaozhidao ， even beyond Nanshan, among the million immortal examination candidates across all hundred provinces of Qinzhou, the number of Qi Yun bearers born each year is few and far between.

An ancient sage once wrote in an ancient text that Qi Yun is fate decreed by heaven, and the number of Qi Yun bearers in an era is fixed.

It may be fewer, but never more.

That is why Qi Yun bearers are so rare and precious.

With the words “Qi Yun,” Lin Mo’s recent rapid advancement now has a perfectly reasonable explanation—

“Isn’t it reasonable for a Qi Yun bearer to have strange encounters?”

Old Li suddenly understood: “So Lin Mo is also a Qi Yun bearer?”

Old Li, you clearly don’t understand Qi Yun… Before the Immortal Master could answer, Lin Mo turned back and glanced at him.

As expected, Meng Xianzhang shook his head slightly and said: “Little friend Lin has not yet earned the title of Qi Yun bearer.”

Old Li: “...”

He happened to catch Lin Mo’s half-smiling, half- mocking gaze, and his old face flushed red as he glared back.

Lin Mo smiled and turned back to ask curiously: “May I ask, Immortal Master, how many Qi Yun points are needed to qualify as a Qi Yun bearer?”

Meng Xianzhang did not withhold the information and said:

“Very well, let me explain properly today.”

“According to the Heavenly Mechanism Masters, Qi Yun reflects the strength of one’s destiny pattern. The Heavenly Dao system categorizes it into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang.”

“Huang grade is the threshold for a Qi Yun bearer.”

“To reach Huang grade, one needs 100 Qi Yun points. I’ve heard Nanshan No. 4 High has one Huang-grade Qi Yun bearer.”

Oh, so Ye Chen is a Huang-grade Qi Yun bearer… Old Li thought inwardly, cleared his throat, and said:

“Yes, Immortal Master, this boy is in my class too—he’s truly outstanding. Three years ago he was an ordinary child, yet in just three years he rose against all odds and is now the second-best immortal examination candidate in our school!”

After hearing this, Meng Xianzhang nodded with a smile but said nothing further.

Seeing this, Old Li felt a pang of disappointment.

Clearly, the man had no interest in Ye Chen.

But if even Huang-grade Qi Yun bearer Ye Chen wasn’t good enough, what about Lin Mo, a student who doesn’t even qualify as Huang-grade? Could he enter the Dao Academy through Chu Wange’s connection?

Meng Xianzhang continued:

“I don’t mean to shut Little Friend Lin’s path to the Dao. But the Dao Inquiry Academy differs from ordinary Dao Academies. Poor comprehension and root quality can be overlooked, but the Five Element spiritual roots...”

Feng Xianzhang cut in directly: “Your talent is too poor. Qingshan Sect has no Foundation Establishment Dao method suitable for you.”

Meng Xianzhang nodded slightly: “Indeed.”

But then he spoke again:

“Here’s an offer: if, before the Immortal Examination, you break through again to Qi Refining Level 5—or even Level 6—I will petition the Academy to let Little Friend Lin enter the Nine Great Dao Academies as Little Friend Chu’s sword attendant.”

Make me Chu Wange’s dog… Lin Mo frowned.

As a modern man and a reincarnator, he could not accept becoming someone else’s servant.

If he had to enter the Nine Great Dao Academies this way, he’d rather choose an ordinary Dao Academy.

As if sensing Lin Mo’s hesitation, Meng Xianzhang explained:

“I know your generation differs from ours. But even as a sword attendant, you’d be entering the Nine Great Dao Academies as one—how could that compare to ordinary Dao Academies?”

His tone dripped with superiority, as if ordinary Dao Academies weren’t even worth mentioning.

Meng Xianzhang continued:

“The pursuit of the Great Dao ultimately cannot escape the mundane ‘wealth, law, companions, and location.’ This is the very difference between the Nine Great Dao Academies and other Dao Academies. When you someday truly step onto the Immortal Path, you’ll understand whether I’m right.”

At this, Lin Mo began to understand the man’s meaning.

Forget distant examples—even in high school, the same logic holds.

Nanshan No. 4 High ranks among the top five in Xichuan Province not because its principal is a great marketer, but because it offers students enough free access to spirit-energy training chambers.

Without a Level 1 spirit vein, neither Chu Wange nor Lin Mo would have applied to Nanshan No. 4 High.

The Immortal Path is long. Even a slight difference in resources, stretched over ten or a hundred years, adds up to a massive advantage.

Yet even though Lin Mo vaguely understood these truths, and knew countless students at Nanshan would kill to be Chu Wange’s dog, he still felt disgusted.

Why?

I’ve got a cheat system—why can’t I eat this soft meal while standing upright?

If this place won’t keep me, I’ll find another!

Lin Mo silently thought, just as Old Li stepped forward, speaking respectfully:

“Immortal Master speaks wisely. Lin Mo will consider your proposal. We leave the rest to your kindness.”

Old Li, you… Lin Mo frowned, about to speak—then noticed Old Li’s bowed back and the uncharacteristic sly smile on his face.

Meng Xianzhang nodded slightly, turned to Chu Wange with a smile, and said:

“Now that Little Friend Lin’s matter is settled, Little Friend Chu—shall we discuss the direct admission?”

Just those words shifted everyone’s attention to Chu Wange.

Even Feng Xianzhang, who had been disinterested until now, perked up slightly, his gaze sharpening noticeably.

Just as Old Li moved quickly to pull Lin Mo away quietly, Chu Wange—who had said nothing since entering—suddenly spoke:

“Lin Mo, do you want to be a sword attendant?”

Everyone fell silent, eyes turning back to Lin Mo.

He didn’t hesitate: “No.”

Chu Wange nodded, then looked again at the two Immortal Masters: “He enters with me. Not as a sword attendant.”

“This...”

The two Immortal Masters exchanged glances, both showing hesitation.

They had assumed Chu Wange hadn’t defended Lin Mo much—that their “relationship” wasn’t as strong as imagined.

Now it seemed otherwise.

This is troublesome...

Meng Xianzhang felt a knot of unease. The sword attendant role had been, after all, a disguised way to discourage him.

At that moment, Lin Mo’s expression shifted slightly—first a touch of “wounded innocence,” then a hint of “concern”:

“Wange, won’t this be too much trouble for you and the Immortal Masters?”

Meng Xianzhang’s heart tightened—he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Chu Wange shook her head: “No trouble at all. The teachers are all kind—they’ll agree.”

She turned to the two Immortal Masters.

Lin Mo spoke with exaggerated sweetness: “Then we’re counting on the ‘teachers’!”

He emphasized the word “teachers.”

This kid—got the advantage and still acts like he’s doing you a favor?

Meng Xianzhang’s image of Lin Mo as a “good student” shattered instantly. He forced a stiff smile: “N-not really troublesome.”

Feng Xianzhang beside him grunted: “We can consider it.”

Lin Mo suddenly understood: all his earlier arguments meant nothing—Chu Wange’s two sentences were worth more?

If I’d known that, I might as well have just lain down and done nothing.

A faint, barely noticeable smile curled at the corner of his lips. Chu Wange... you do it yourself.