Chapter 113: “Useless! Quick, Look at God!”

On the way home from school, Zhang Wuyong received a call from Boss Huo Hong of Honglian.

“Brother Quan, I heard you did really well this time!” Huo Hong said, “The guys downstairs are all talking like crazy, saying you’re amazing!”

Zhang Wuyong replied, “Not really, it’s just average. The scores just came out; I don’t even know which school I’ll end up at.”

“No argument there!” Huo Hong said from the other end. “When are your classmates coming over to hang out? Let me know the time.”

Zhang Wuyong quickly said, “Just joking around, Boss Huo. Don’t take it seriously.”

“Fair enough!” Huo Hong laughed. “Also, when are you going live? You’re so inspiring—you don’t even need to change your background. Just add some flair, and your stream will definitely attract a bunch of girls.”

Zhang Wuyong smiled, “We’ll see, we’ll see.”

After chatting for a while, he hung up. Song Mei asked, “Son, who was that?”

“Boss of Honglian,” Zhang Wuyong said. “Last time I joked with him that if I scored above 211, he’d treat the whole class.”

Song Mei said, “Wow! That’s quite a commitment. Isn’t that a lot of money?”

Zhang Wuyong said, “He’s a big boss. He can afford it.”

Back at home, Zhang Wuyong went over to chat casually with Tongtong next door.

Zhao Yutong had also received that photo. In the picture, she, Wuyong, Teacher Liao, and Yao Xueqin were all huddled closely together.

She couldn’t blame Wuyong—he was really trying to avoid Yao Xueqin and was leaning toward her.

But Yao Xueqin had taken his arm herself, and then Teacher Liao squeezed between Wuyong and Yao Xueqin, claiming it was to ease the awkwardness.

In the end, she herself was holding Wuyong’s other arm.

Zhao Yutong bit her lip, zoomed in on the picture, and turned the screen toward Zhang Wuyong for him to see.

Zhang Wuyong said, “I really can’t do anything about that! I can’t just push them away at a time like that, can I?”

Besides, Teacher Liao and Yao Xueqin had genuinely helped his grades a lot. Though they didn’t realize it themselves, he was grateful.

He couldn’t be too obvious about slighting them.

“Fine, then!” Zhao Yutong turned her phone back. “Anyway, the day after tomorrow is the graduation ceremony. We still have to go to school to get our diplomas. Then we wait for the admission results.

“Once the undergraduate cutoff scores come out, we’ll have to start planning our college applications.”

She wrinkled her nose slightly. Yao Xueqin’s score was just one point behind Wuyong’s, which was a bit troublesome.

They absolutely couldn’t apply to the same school.

Also, whether she could be in the same city or even the same school as him—that was a problem that needed careful consideration.

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That night, all was quiet.

Since the scores came out, it had felt like hours of noise. Now, finally, silence.

Zhang Wuyong opened the system and took a look.

Currently, in his inventory were the Supreme Dragon-Slaying Saber and Tianyi Demon Water—two heavenly-grade divine weapons and potions—as well as the Demon Sea Yaksha Bone, a terrestrial-grade forging material.

In addition, he had the Invincible Mandarin Duck Sword, Evil Crow Feather, Crimson Flame Stone, and many other mysterious and yellow-grade weapons, forging materials, and medicinal herbs.

In his mind were the Jile Tianmo Gong, the Ten-Thousand-Blood God-Slaying Array formation diagram, the Thousand-Hand Blood Glare Finger technique, and the Nine-Turn Spirit-Stabilizing Pill recipe—various martial arts and alchemy knowledge.

As for why he was given pill recipes instead of pills, and why the herbs he got were mostly poisons rather than rare spiritual herbs, he had a general understanding.

Because his identity was that of a demon-path joyous sect monster.

The system had given him the Jile Tianmo Gong from the start.

Not enough primal yin? Go gather some!

Injured? Gather yin to replenish yang!

Unable to consolidate pill energy? What are those joy meditation techniques in Jile Tianmo Gong for?

In other words, all these things could be solved by “gathering yin to replenish yang.”

Didn’t he see that the first task the system gave was to capture twenty female disciples of the Immortal Sect to “assist my cultivation”?

Nobody really thought the “assist my cultivation” just meant tutoring him in lessons, right?

The pill recipes he drew were just life skills to help him make pills and trade for money in his early development.

The system was actually quite generous—the stuff it gave him was genuinely useful.

The only problem was that he hadn’t actually transmigrated.

An otherworldly demon monk system…but I never transmigrated, brother!

Now, he had the chance to claim a half-step imperial weapon.

He also had a total of 4,110 points. After getting his high school diploma the day after tomorrow, he should also obtain that so-called “mysterious title.”

At this time, it was almost one in the morning.

He closed the door, took a deep breath, and clicked to claim the half-step imperial weapon.

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Before his eyes, a majestic aura of a sovereign surged forth.

He seemed to see vast mountains and rivers, stirring up boundless winds and sand, rivers of blood flowing in the sky, and overwhelming demonic energy.

Amidst the rolling evil aura, he seemed to witness the heavens splitting open, revealing a powerful treasure shining with a ten-thousand-foot radiance.

[Congratulations, host has obtained the half-step imperial weapon: Human Sovereign Banner!]

[Human Sovereign Banner: Half-step Imperial Weapon! When used, it amplifies the host’s power tenfold and can unleash heavenly thunder equivalent to a lightning tribulation. Any formidable enemy slain by the host will have their soul automatically absorbed into the banner; even divine tribulations cannot escape. Those injured by the host but not killed will be struck again by the Human Sovereign Banner.]

[All cultivators who die within the mortal tribulation created by the host cannot enter reincarnation and are automatically absorbed into the banner. Only Daoist plain-colored cloud brocade flags or Buddhist twelve-petal golden lotus and other artifacts of the same rank can forcibly resist.]

[The host has obtained a once-in-thousands-of-years half-step imperial weapon. Please quickly unify the mortal realm with the Human Sovereign Banner and Jile Tianmo Gong, and embark on the path to dominate the human world and awe the universe as a king.]

[To congratulate the host on completing the main quest “Demon Breaks the Sky” and officially opening the path to domination, a Demon Star has descended! The Demon Star’s arrival stirs the four seas; the Demon Lord appears, causing immortals and Buddhas to retreat.]

Zhang Wuyong looked at this half-step imperial weapon capable of “dominating the human realm and aweing the universe” and twitched at the corner of his mouth.

He felt a bit sorry for himself for the social death he suffered at the family gathering that day.

Outside, a series of startled exclamations rang out. Many windows that had been dark now lit up.

Zhang Wuyong’s phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up, glanced quickly, and pressed the answer button: “Tongtong?”

“Wuyong! Quick, look at the meteor!” Tongtong’s voice was full of excitement.

Zhang Wuyong felt a tingling numbness all over his scalp.

He rushed to the window and looked up at the night sky.

A dark red meteor trailed a long, eerie comet tail as it streaked across the sky.

The entire night sky seemed split in two by this long comet tail.

Windows lit up one by one across the city. Countless people on the ground looked up.

“Wuyong, it’s a meteor, right? Or maybe a comet?” Tongtong on the other end was stunned. “I was going to wake you so we could make a wish together… Should we wish on it?”

“No… no need!” Zhang Wuyong thought, wishing on this meteor seemed less effective than just wishing on himself.

Wait, where is this “Demon Star” headed?

A dreadful sense of impending disaster gripped Zhang Wuyong…