Chapter 2

But this thing is just like having an abortion; it's not without a price.

It is very likely that one will never be able to give birth to an inner world again and become a Lord, at which point one would be completely a useless person.

In the best-case scenario, the origin power would also be reduced by half, and that is still under the support of the Primordial Realm.

"I have consulted an expert of the Empire outside," Fang Qingxue took out a pale white crystal from her hand.

"With this, the probability of your successful re-cultivation will increase significantly."

"Guardian Stone?" Zhao Xing raised an eyebrow upon seeing this crystal.

The Origin Guardian Stone is very precious and can be used to improve the inner world; it is a very powerful treasure.

"Why give it to me?" Zhao Xing was puzzled. Although he and Fang Qingxue were classmates.

But at that time, Fang Qingxue was the class monitor, and her talent and family background were both quite good.

The two didn't have much interaction, but rather, it was after Fang Qingxue became an instructor.

They communicated more, and she helped him a lot.

A trace of emotional fluctuation finally appeared on Fang Qingxue's cold face.

"Why, you're still asking me why? I also want to ask why!"

"I was your class monitor for a year and your instructor for three years."

"When I was class monitor, you held back my combat team."

"Now that I've become an instructor, you're holding back my entire class!"

"Consider it me begging you, be a good person, hurry up and graduate..."

"If you can't graduate next year, I'm going to become the first female teacher at Anping Academy to have a student who can't graduate."

"..." Zhao Xing looked at Fang Qingxue, dumbfounded.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered his experience of taking the driver's license test in his past life.

At this moment, Fang Qingxue looked exactly like the helpless driving school instructor from back then.

In the Primordial Realm, the maximum time a novice Lord can stay is six years, and the fifth year has just passed.

At Anping Academy, there has never been a novice Lord who couldn't graduate in six years.

Zhao Xing is under a lot of pressure, and the academy's teachers are also under a lot of pressure.

He has been under Fang Qingxue's teaching tenure for three years now.

To have endured for so long before complaining about him, it really was hard for her...

"I'm sorry, old classmate," Zhao Xing scratched his head, "I want to graduate too."

After Fang Qingxue finished speaking, she finally felt physically and mentally relieved.

She returned to her cold and detached appearance. She also knew that this wasn't Zhao Xing's fault; after all, the other party had already tried very hard.

But she just couldn't help it...

"This Guardian Stone is lent to you; return it to me after you graduate."

"... Self-detonating might just mean I'll kick the bucket, what kind of fortune would I be making," Zhao Xing said.

"I believe in you!" Fang Qingxue stared at Zhao Xing and suddenly said seriously.

"Being able to persist in bitter cultivation day after day in the Primordial Realm without slacking off for a single day, you will graduate sooner or later!"

Zhao Xing was stunned, and suddenly felt a bit moved—what was going on?

"Take it, it's the last year, you still have a chance," Fang Qingxue stuffed the item into Zhao Xing's hand and turned to leave.

"What kind of situation is this? Does transmigrating mean I have to gamble with my life?"

Zhao Xing looked at this Guardian Stone, sighed, and returned to his residence.

At this moment, a video was playing on the smart light screen in the room:

Under a vast starry sky, a high-level Mechanical-type Lord was crossing the void on a warship.

Suddenly!

A faint light radiated from a green planet in the distance.

A vine root that covered the sky and the sun stretched out from the void and quickly wrapped around the warship, constantly tightening.

In just ten seconds, this high-level Mechanical Lord and his warship were 'death-wrapped' into powder.

Subsequently, the vine dragged the wreckage and disappeared from the void, shrinking back into the green planet.

"Thousand-Star Vine! A powerful Thousand-Star Vine!" Zhao Xing looked at this video, his eyes revealing a look of longing.

This is a video circulating in the Red Star Empire. It is rumored that the green planet is the tomb of a mysterious Plant-type Lord.

And the Thousand-Star Vine was raised by that Plant-type Lord!

This video inspires countless Plant-type Lords, and Zhao Xing watches it almost every day.

"Plant-type Lords are still worth developing, but it's just too late-stage."

"For a Thousand-Star Vine to grow up, even if you spend many resources, it takes hundreds of years."

"I don't know how long this Thousand-Star Vine has lived to be this terrifying," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

Plant-type Lords need time to develop the most.

However, very few Lords can grow to that stage.

"If only I had endless time, or sufficient resources," Zhao Xing thought in his heart.

Just at this moment, his dantian trembled slightly, and a prompt sounded in his mind.

【The native species has finished breeding, please go to the inner world territory to check!】

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