The boy with the parted hair sized Ling Yun up and down. He had only glanced at Ling Yun when he entered, and his overly ordinary appearance and plain attire led him to believe that Ling Yun was an easily fooled freshman. But now it seemed that this freshman was quite stubborn and unconvinced. But that didn't matter. Since force wouldn't solve the problem, they would try a different approach. Some problems, in fact, weren't problems at all.
“Lingyun, let’s discuss this.” The boy with the parted hair smiled. “If you agree to go to the regular boys’ dormitory over there, although the conditions are worse, we can compensate you for some of your losses. Do you think this money is enough?” As he spoke, he took out a light yellow crocodile skin wallet from his pocket, pulled out a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills, and was about to hand them to Lingyun when his hand suddenly loosened, and the hundred-yuan bills scattered all over the ground.
The muscular guy and the guy with the mustache both stood with their arms crossed, staring blankly at Ling Yun.
Ling Yun silently bent down and picked up the hundred-yuan bills one by one from the floor. Then he calmly stood up, took out his wallet from his pocket, neatly folded the money inside, and then put it back in his pocket. Every movement he made was so natural, showing neither anger nor greed, as if he were doing something completely unrelated to himself.
The boy with the side-parted hair wore a disdainful smile. Sure enough, if money could easily solve the problem, why resort to violence? He enjoyed the feeling of others bowing down when picking up money in front of him, making him seem superior, as if he controlled their destinies.
Now, he should be bowing and scraping and getting lost, this country bumpkin is really shameless. The boy with the parted hair thought gleefully, his contempt for Ling Yun growing even stronger.
"Thank you for giving me money." Ling Yun's expression was sincere, and her voice was gentle. "I think we'll become very friendly roommates in the future."
The smile on the boy with the side parting froze on his face, and the expressions of the muscular boy and the boy with the mustache also stiffened.
"Are you kidding me?" The boy with the side-parted hair glared at Ling Yun, his cold, triangular eyes gleaming with a chilling light. The muscular boy and the boy with the mustache angrily took a few steps forward and surrounded Ling Yun.
Ling Yun laughed heartily: "No, why would I play a trick on you? I'm playing a trick on all three of you, understand?"
"Fuck your mother!" The muscular boy could no longer hold back and suddenly raised his fist, punching Ling Yun hard in the face.
But just as he raised his fist, an iron fist, seemingly forged from steel, slammed into his cheekbone.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Ghost Possession
The muscular boy, whose height exceeded 1.85 meters and whose weight was well over 200 kilograms, was sent flying like a weightless porcelain doll under Ling Yun's fist.
Several broken teeth flew out of his blood-stained mouth, hitting the living room wall with a loud clang.
Ling Yun reached out and grabbed the muscular man's thick arm, pulling him back from the brink of flying. Then, he delivered another punch, slamming it into the muscular man's six-pack abs.
The muscular man arched his back like a shrimp, his eyes bulging out, his blood-stained mouth opening wide as if he were suffocating, gasping for air but unable to breathe anything in. Disgusting white foam gushed up from his lungs, which were under immense pressure, and quickly flowed down his chin onto his neck and chest.
Ling Yun released the muscular man's arm, and the muscular man collapsed onto the floor like a dead dog, his body arched and convulsing uncontrollably.
The mustachioed boy's raised fist froze in mid-air, and like the boy with the parted hair, both of them wore expressions of utter horror. Others might not know how formidable the muscular boy was, but the two of them were well aware of it. Back in high school, the muscular boy was already a locally renowned amateur boxer, possessing immense strength. He had once knocked an adult boxer unconscious with a single punch, earning him the reputation of a local boxing prodigy.
But this little prodigy boxer couldn't even withstand a single punch from an ordinary, almost unremarkable boy. Instead, he was beaten until he foamed at the mouth and collapsed on the ground. How could this not instill deep fear in the other two?
Ling Yun stepped on the head of the muscular boy who was already somewhat unconscious, and said with a smile, "Boyfriends, can I stay here now? Do I no longer need to go to the regular dormitory?"
The boy with the parted hair and the boy with the mustache nodded blankly. In just a few dozen seconds, the huge contrast between before and after had almost driven them to a nervous breakdown. Now, looking at Ling Yun's harmless smile, they felt as if they were seeing the smile of a devil.
Ling Yun removed her foot from the muscular boy's head and said with a surprised look, "Oh dear, what's wrong with this student? Is he sick? Why is he lying on the ground foaming at the mouth? What do you think happened?"
The mustachioed boy froze, "He's not your..." Before he could finish, the boy with the parted hair interrupted him, "Excuse me, Ling Yun, our fellow villager has epilepsy, and it can have unpredictable seizures. We're sorry, we'll take him to the school hospital for treatment right away. Thank you for reminding us." As he spoke, he winked at the mustachioed boy, who immediately realized what was happening and glanced at Ling Yun. Then, without a word, he and the boy with the parted hair helped the muscular boy, whose eyes were half-open, up from the ground.
Ling Yun gazed at the boy with the parted hair and said calmly, "Qin Zhengwei, you've just started school, and there's a long road ahead of you. I hope we can live harmoniously under one roof, study diligently, and strive to become knowledgeable talents for our country as soon as possible."
The boy with the parted hair stiffened, looking at Ling Yun with a complicated expression: "Do you know what my name is?"
Ling Yun smiled slightly and pointed at the boy with the mustache: "I also know his name is Lü Xing, and the big guy you two are supporting is called Fang Xiaoming."
"What else do you know?" Qin Zhengwei asked with a gloomy expression.
"That's all I know. I saw your names on the dormitory list of the security guard downstairs, so I wrote them down." Ling Yun smiled calmly, turned and walked towards the bedroom. "You should take Fang Xiaoming to see a doctor as soon as possible. Maybe if you leave it too long, his epilepsy will recur."
Qin Zhengwei stared at Ling Yun's retreating figure, a hint of resentment flashing in his small, triangular eyes.
The two men carried Fang Xiaoming downstairs. As soon as they stepped out of the revolving door, Lü Xing, who had been holding back for a while, immediately spoke in his dialect: "Zhengwei, we really misjudged him. We didn't expect this freshman to be so powerful. Even Xiaoming couldn't beat him. We've suffered a great loss this time. Are we just going to let it go like this?"
Qin Zhengwei remained silent with a gloomy face for a long time before coldly laughing and saying, "Let it go? The word 'let it go' has never existed in my dictionary. He thinks he can fight? Heh, all brawn and no brains. We'll find another way to deal with him. He'll pay back tenfold, a hundredfold, for the loss he suffered this time."
“Good.” A sinister glint flashed in Lu Xing’s eyes. “Zhengwei, you are the strategist of our Chaozhou freshmen. You must come up with a good way to get rid of this kid. It would be best if the school expelled him. 308 must be our territory.”
"Don't rush things. Let him be smug for a few days first." Qin Zhengwei patted Fang Xiaoming's arm and said with a sneer, "I have plenty of ways to slowly torment him. Let's get Xiaoming to the hospital for treatment first."
Lu Xing nodded heavily, and the two of them supported Fang Xiaoming as they headed towards the school hospital.
The bedroom window of dormitory 308 was wide open. Ling Yun stood by the window, expressionless, watching Qin Zhengwei and the other two walk away. After a while, he put down his luggage, carefully settled everything, and then leisurely went to the communal computer in the dormitory living room to start browsing the internet. He quickly searched for something, and soon, an afternoon had passed.
As evening fell, Qin Zhengwei and the other two returned to their dormitory. Fang Xiaoming looked much better; the bloodstains on his lips had been washed away, but half of his face was still badly swollen, and thick medical gauze was applied to the corner of his mouth. His imposing body also appeared weak, all thanks to Ling Yun's punch.
Qin Zhengwei greeted and chatted with Ling Yun warmly, as if nothing had happened, as if the unpleasantness of the morning had never existed. He explained to Ling Yun that it was all a misunderstanding; Fang Xiaoming had mistaken him for someone else, which led to the conflict. Of course, the fault lay entirely with Fang Xiaoming and himself. He hoped that Ling Yun would be magnanimous and forgiving, and forgive their impetuousness, without holding a grudge, because they would be living together for a long time, and classmates should get along harmoniously.
To show his sincerity, Fang Xiaoming apologized to Ling Yun with a lisp, and even Lü Xing smiled warmly and sincerely admitted his mistake to Ling Yun.
Ling Yun nodded inwardly. Putting everything else aside, the restraint shown by Qin Zhengwei and his companions was something most boys their age couldn't do. To be beaten up and still apologize, and even greet someone with a smile... this Qin Zhengwei seems to have a very deep and calculating mind...
Qin Zhengwei was incredibly thoughtful; he even bought a lavish dinner for Ling Yun, half-jokingly saying it was to apologize. He planned to treat Ling Yun to an even more sumptuous feast another day when he had more free time.
Ling Yun hadn't eaten dinner yet, so she didn't stand on ceremony. She said thank you and started chatting with the three classmates who had ulterior motives while eating. During the conversation, she casually inquired about Qin Zhengwei and the others' family backgrounds, but Qin Zhengwei cleverly evaded the questions. The two sides chatted casually, and each learned more about Jinghua University and their majors.
After a while, I checked the time and it was already 10 p.m., the school's designated bedtime, so we washed up and went to bed.
"It seems like a harmonious and wonderful first day of school?" Ling Yun thought with a cold smile as he lay on the bed. Then he closed his eyes, activated his mental imprint, and entered Elder Yu's barrier. To outsiders, he appeared to be fast asleep, emitting soft and gentle breathing.
The day before reporting to Peking University, Ling Yun, after months of hard training, finally reached the standard of mental energy field that Yu Xiujie acknowledged. He could maintain his balance under strong forces in eight different directions and regain his balance under changes in the strength of the force. His control over telekinesis was exquisite, and his telekinesis was also enhanced to the point that he could withstand sudden changes in temperature of plus or minus one hundred degrees, which made Yu Xiujie very satisfied.
The cultivation of supernatural arts within the fourth layer of the barrier shares similarities with the combat training within the third layer, but they are not entirely the same. It begins with the most basic and simplest supernatural arts, gradually increasing in difficulty. The barrier will repeatedly and automatically display the cultivation method and key points of each supernatural art. If Ling Yun encounters obstacles or unclear points during his cultivation, the barrier will automatically provide clear and concise guidance, as if Yu Xiujie were personally and meticulously instructing him. It is like an omniscient and omnipotent master manual of supernatural arts, with no gaps or obscure parts. Ling Yun was both surprised and delighted.
Once Ling Yun learns a new technique, the barrier will employ various tests to assess his mastery. These tests might involve setting up virtual opponents, creating mechanisms to enhance the technique's effectiveness, or presenting unpredictable scenarios and traps. Only after Ling Yun passes all the tests and truly masters the technique will the barrier, like a sophisticated computer system, automatically generate the next technique. This cycle repeats, progressing from easy to difficult, systematically guiding Ling Yun in his training of new techniques.
Ling Yun quickly became immersed in the vast and boundless cultivation of supernatural arts, drinking like a thirsty person, oblivious to the passage of time. Only then did he realize that it was precisely because of the foundation laid by his meditation and cultivation of his mental energy field over the past few months, especially his exquisite control over telekinesis, that his cultivation of supernatural arts had become so much more efficient and effective. He couldn't help but feel deep admiration for Xiu Jie's arrangements.
Perhaps, at this moment, Ling Yun is unaware of how rare and precious this opportunity is to cultivate within Yu Xiujie's barrier.
The second day of school was for freshmen to attend the opening ceremony and get to know each other. In addition, there was a routine introduction to the departments, the school's history and honors. Lingyun's major was bioengineering. Her counselor was a recent master's graduate who had been at the school for six and a half years. He skillfully explained the school's rules and regulations to a group of freshmen and distributed course notices to the dormitory heads. Qin Zhengwei picked up the course schedule for Lingyun's dormitory and planned to post it on the living room wall.