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Back at school, Ye Xiu repeatedly stroked the ancient, weathered tome.
Compared to this Cultivation Manual, the Black Jade Piece was of little use; Ye Xiu simply tucked it into his pocket as a Lucky Charm.
At this moment, Ye Xiu felt a surge of excitement, not just because he had spent a hefty sum of one hundred thousand in one go.
He had obtained a cultivation technique! He could now practice and no longer feared ordinary Demons!
Upon returning to the dormitory, he found that Xie Bei, Qian Jinyu, and Zhao Wentong had already left, leaving him alone. This was even better.
It was the perfect opportunity to practice this technique.
Ye Xiu sat cross-legged on the balcony. First, he used a rudimentary Mind Method to circulate his spiritual energy around his body. Then he spread out the Nine Yang Divine Skill before him, flipping through the pages one by one while learning the postures.
Feet flat on the ground.
This posture felt a bit strange.
Next page. Belly pressed to the ground.
This one wasn’t difficult at all.
Standing in a split stance, right foot down, left foot up.
Now this was challenging; no wonder it was called the Nine Yang Divine Skill!
Ye Xiu struggled to lift his left leg; it felt like it might snap, yet he just couldn’t raise it high enough.
Just then, a gust of wind blew through, flipping several pages of the manual. A few large characters stood out glaringly, nearly blinding Ye Xiu!
"Jiangnan Children's Entertainment Ancient Book Printing!"
"Ahhh~~~~~"
At this moment, Ye Xiu felt not only pain in his eyes but also a deeper ache in his heart.
One hundred thousand!
Before he could withdraw his foot, the dormitory door swung open, and Ye Xiu's horse stance was caught by three of his roommates.
"Whoa~~~ impressive, Brother Ye, practicing yoga?" The chubby guy with a piece of beef jerky in his mouth mumbled.
"This is for exercising! It's great, teach me a few moves when you have time," Zhao Wentong said as he walked toward Ye Xiu. Just then, he noticed an ancient book lying on the floor.
Ye Xiu attempted to grab the fake book casually, but in his horse stance, he ended up toppling over.
Zhao Wentong picked it up and burst into laughter: "Hahaha~~~~ Nine Yang Divine Skill!!!"
"Hahaha~~~"
Understanding the situation, Xie Bei, Qian Jinyu, and Zhao Wentong all erupted in laughter.
"Brother Ye's Nine Yang Divine Skill, you must teach us sometime! Hahaha!" Qian Jinyu laughed so hard that he nearly spat out the meat in his mouth.
"I'm impressed too. Do you think you're Zhang Wuji or something? Nine Yang Divine Skill?" Xie Bei managed to calm down from the laughter, grinning widely.
Amidst the laughter of his friends, Ye Xiu stood alone on the balcony, feeling disheveled in the strong wind.
"This book looks pretty good; at least it resembles an ancient book—very much so. By the way, Brother Ye, where did you buy it? I want to get a few copies too!" Zhao Wentong said while holding the ancient book, completely unaware that his words were hurting Ye Xiu even more.
"Antique Market! One hundred thousand!" Ye Xiu said, holding back tears.
The laughter of the crowd abruptly stopped upon hearing those six words.
After a moment of silence, chaos erupted once more.
"Brother Hao! The big spender!"
"I thought the richest in our dorm was Brother Qian, but it turns out it's the low-key Brother Ye!"
"I'm impressed, Qian Jinyu!"
"One hundred thousand just for fun, that's quite generous, Brother Ye. I only bow to you!"
Ye Xiu replied solemnly, "I won a hundred thousand from the lottery before and went to the Antique Market today, only to be scammed."
"I see. Looking at it now, I, Qian Jinyu, am still the richest among us. Although I can't match your spending, I'll make sure we enjoy good food and drinks together in the future. That's what brothers are for!"
"Thanks. But I need to find that bastard who scammed me!" Ye Xiu suddenly realized and hurried toward the door.
"We'll go with you."
The group rushed toward the Antique Market.
However, upon arriving at the Antique Market, there wasn't a single person in sight, just a few scattered figures in the wind.
There's an old saying about the Antique Market: if it doesn't open for three years, when it finally does, it will feast for three years!
The money was in hand, and it was time to leave. Could the Perverted Uncle wait for Ye Xiu to come back after being scammed?
"From now on, it's instant noodles for me. Don't mind me; I just want to be alone."
"Come on, brother, I'm here for you!" Qian Jinyu said as he pulled the despondent Ye Xiu into a hug. "Let's go, I'll treat you all to dinner."
"Let's go, let's go!" Xie Bei raised his hand.
"That's what I've been waiting to hear!" Zhao Wentong chimed in from the other side, wrapping an arm around Ye Xiu.
With that, they dragged Ye Xiu away.
To drown their sorrows, Qian Jinyu took the three of them to a mid-range hotel.
The group from the dorm gathered together, drinking beer and keeping Ye Xiu company.
As they chatted loudly while slightly tipsy, no one noticed the faint purple-black glow emanating from Ye Xiu's pocket.
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