Chapter 158: Two Hours Counts as Rest? The Jing University Secret Manual Has Arrived!

Defeating Zhong Dan was within Xu Jingming's expectations.

This purely physical confrontation also made him realize.

His normal physical condition was roughly equivalent to that of a third-rank peak A-class Enhancement-type adept.

If he activated Thunder Extreme State, it would be an overwhelming crush.

"Fu Bo, when will the teacher be out at the earliest?"

Xu Jingming asked the butler Fu Bo.

"It's uncertain—maybe he'll come out in a few hours, or maybe not until days later."

Butler Fu Bo mused, a faint smile on his face.

Such a state of inspired outpouring was rare, and he genuinely rejoiced for his old friend.

"I see. Alright, Fu Bo, I'll head out then. Let the teacher know when he comes out."

Since there was still over a month before entering the Thunder Secret Realm, Xu Jingming wasn't in a hurry to ask now.

He bid farewell to butler Fu Bo and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Zhong Dan hurried after him.

"Brother Jingming, have you joined a club? If not, consider joining the one I started recently."

On the way, Zhong Dan asked enthusiastically.

Before Xu Jingming could respond, he immediately began envisioning:

"With the two of us together,

our Blue Club will surely punch Ash to dust and kick Meteor to oblivion, becoming the peak club of our Devil University!"

"Blue Club? That's a good name."

Xu Jingming raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. "Too bad, I've already joined Meteor Club."

"Oh? How much did Meteor Club offer you? I'll double it!" Zhong Dan declared solemnly.

"One hundred academic credits per semester, plus one B-class resource."

"Alright, sorry to bother you..."

Zhong Dan shrank back, quickly deflating.

He'd only founded the club on a whim.

With his third-rank peak strength, he'd indeed attracted many students.

But as president, he'd learned how hard it was to run a club.

Not only did he need to lead members into the Wild Zone to hunt monsters, but he also had to distribute benefits irregularly.

As a third-rank peak adept, his own cultivation expenses were already high.

He obviously couldn't spare so many academic credits and cultivation resources to recruit Xu Jingming.

Besides, he didn't believe his Blue Club could rival the appeal of Meteor Club, a peak organization.

But Zhong Dan's mind turned quickly—he thought for a moment and added:

"Then can you join us on our next Wild Zone expedition?"

"Sure. Two hundred academic credits per time."

Xu Jingming smiled.

Although the research trip had ended and his student account now had over ten thousand additional credits,

no one ever had too many credits.

"Two hundred credits? That much?"

"What, you thought you could get it for free?"

"With our friendship, talking about credits hurts feelings!"

Zhong Dan leaned in warmly, trying to put his arm around Xu Jingming's shoulder.

But Zhong Dan was only about 1. 5 meters tall—he couldn't reach Xu Jingming's 1. 9-meter frame.

After a failed attempt, he reluctantly pulled his hand back.

"Friendship? What friendship do we have?"

Xu Jingming was stunned—he hadn't expected Zhong Dan to be this bold.

"Ahem, just joking, just joking."

At the fork in the road, Zhong Dan cleared his throat.

"But I'll remember—two hundred credits per time. When I really need you, I'll come find you."

With that, he turned and walked off confidently in another direction.

Watching his retreating figure, Xu Jingming suddenly wondered:

Was two hundred credits per time too low?

"Tsk. I should've asked for three hundred."

He shook his head, not overly concerned.

Given Zhong Dan's habit of trying to get things for free, even two hundred credits would probably be too much for him to pay.

When Xu Jingming returned to Dorm 32 in Zone 3,

Liu Wentao, who had arrived earlier, was already snacking and drinking on the first floor of the villa.

He lay comfortably on the sofa, watching a video.

On the holographic screen, a female adept with a whip and a voluptuous figure darted through a swarm of monsters.

Each swing of her whip unleashed a storm of blood and gore.

Despite this being a film that in his past life would have been strictly restricted, Liu Wentao watched it with great enjoyment.

"Give me some too," Xu Jingming said, sitting beside Liu Wentao and sinking into a relaxed "Ge You lie."

"Brother Ming?"

Liu Wentao was startled and quickly handed over his snacks: "Aren't you going up to the training room?"

"After finishing the research trip, I need to rest too, don't I?"

Xu Jingming smiled, took a potato chip from the bag, and bit into it with a crisp crunch.

Mm—cucumber flavor, refreshingly light.

"You really should rest, but it's rare to see you this relaxed."

Hearing this, Liu Wentao suddenly understood and imitated Xu Jingming, leaning back on the sofa.

Honestly, this posture was kind of comfortable!

Thus, over two hours passed quickly.

Just as Liu Wentao thought he'd spend this comfortable, leisurely afternoon lounging with Brother Ming,

Xu Jingming rose from the sofa: "Wentao, I'm heading up."

"Aren't you going to keep lying down?"

"I've rested enough. Time to train."

"You've rested enough already?"

Watching Xu Jingming ascend to the second floor, Liu Wentao was momentarily stunned.

So your idea of "good rest" is just lying down for two hours?

You're too easily satisfied...

The Meteor Club's cultivation experience exchange meeting began at 6: 0 p. . the next day.

At 6: 0 p. . the next day,

as Xu Jingming prepared to leave the training room on the villa's second floor for Building 2,

he unexpectedly received a call from Vice Principal Ling Shuang.

"Jingming, the people from Jing University have arrived.

The original manuscript of the S-class top-tier combat technique, 'Lei Shen Finger,' has been delivered as well.

Come to the Combat Technique Library to pick it up."

Vice Principal Ling Shuang's clear, melodious voice came through the phone.

"Now?"

Xu Jingming blinked in surprise.

The Combat Technique Library was over twenty minutes away from the dorm.

Even running, it would take seven or eight minutes.

If he went now, he'd miss the Meteor Club's cultivation exchange meeting.

Of course, Xu Jingming knew which was more important.

Just as he was about to say he'd come right away, Ling Shuang's voice came again:

"You have another commitment? Never mind—I'll come pick you up."

With that, a soft hum sounded.

In midair above the training room, space split open, forming a spatial gate.

The next instant,

Ling Shuang's slender, graceful figure stepped out from the gate.

She wore the same classical attire as yesterday, only changed from pale black to bright red.

Her black hair fell loosely behind her, revealing a hint of her fair neck.

Her delicate features, paired with a tear mole at the corner of her eye, gave her cold, elegant beauty profound depth.

Her bare, jade-like feet hovering midair were translucent and smooth as sheep-fat jade.

This sight made Xu Jingming blink twice, silently marveling inside.

Vice Principal Ling Shuang never seemed to like wearing shoes...

"Let's go. I'll take you there."

Ling Shuang descended from midair, seized Xu Jingming's shoulder, and stepped once more into the space gate.

Before Xu Jingming could fully savor the sensation of spatial transit, his consciousness grew hazy.

When he regained his senses, he was already inside the Combat Technique Library—a room steeped in ancient charm.

The room held four seats; one was occupied by a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang-style robe.

"Teacher Chen, this is Xu Jingming, the S-rank student from Mo University. Jingming, this is Teacher Chen from Jing University."

After Ling Shuang made the introductions, Xu Jingming bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Teacher Chen."

Teacher Chen from Jing University carried a much weaker aura than Teacher Yang Zhentian.

Yet he was still stronger than the university's sixth-rank instructors—likely a seventh-rank Grandmaster.

"Hello, Student Xu."

Chen Lin gave a slight nod, though inwardly he was surprised.

He knew Mo University valued its S-rank students, but he hadn't expected...

That even the vice president, an eighth-rank Grandmaster, would personally come to fetch him for a library visit.

Ling Shuang, of course, was unaware of Chen Lin's misconception; she merely whispered to Xu Jingming:

"Teacher Chen is a seventh-rank lower-tier Grandmaster who also wields a Thunder affinity and has mastered the 'Lei Shen Finger' technique."

"Teacher Chen will stay here for about half a month. During this time, you must learn from him and ask him questions diligently."

"Yes, I understand."

Xu Jingming nodded slightly.

To be fair, Jing University's approach was quite considerate.

Not only did they send a secret manual, but they even arranged a dedicated instructor.

Unfortunately, he didn't need an instructor—he could just spend points directly.

Still, he had to maintain appearances:

"Teacher Chen, I'm sorry for the trouble over the next half month."

"No problem. I once trained in the same guild as your teacher, Yang Zhentian, back when we were young."

"This visit was meant not just to deliver the combat technique manual, but also to see an old friend."

Chen Lin smiled.

Of course,

he didn't believe Xu Jingming could master this S-rank top-tier technique in half a month.

After all, when he himself was a sixth-rank adept, it had taken him over three months to learn it.

Whether Xu Jingming could learn it was one matter; whether he would teach it was another.

His presence here alone signaled Jing University's high regard for Xu Jingming.