394: I am not good at anything, but eating is my first priority.

Facing the gaze of Immortal King Lin Dao, Lü Fan gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to let go of this grievance and turn hostility into friendship from now on!"

Hiss!

He's a ruthless person who speaks nonsense with his eyes open!

However, what Lü Fan said was unconvincing, because he didn't explicitly clarify what he meant by "letting go of hatred" in his previous statement.

He might have been referring to the hatred for his father and sister, which he could let go of. After all, there wasn't a deep bond between them. To Lü Fan, the two of them might just be his biological father and biological sister.

His true hatred for Chu Mo was that if the Grand Elder hadn't intervened quickly when Chu Mo struck him with a sword, he would have likely been killed.

For Lü Fan, avenging others was unnecessary.

The revenge he truly sought was for the sword Chu Mo had slashed at him with murderous intent.

Immortal King Lin Dao, however, was unaware of Lü Fan's thoughts and continued to play the peacemaker.

"Since Lü Fan is willing to let go of all hatred and make peace with the young friend, what is the young friend's intention?"

Even an Immortal King like him.

Cannot see through people's hearts.

As for Immortal King Lin Dao's words, Chu Mo naturally wouldn't refute them on the spot.

"Since he is willing to let it go, why wouldn't I be?!"

Lü Fan was just a student of the First Immortal Mansion, but Immortal King Lin Dao was different; he was a Sacred Teacher.

At this moment.

There was no need to completely tear off the facade.

After the two sides shook hands and made peace on the surface, the class bell rang.

Next up.

The teacher appeared.

A receding hairline, a thermos cup, and a large bunch of keys on his waist.

Hmm, this is very much a math teacher!

With the experience from the previous class, everyone quickly returned to their seats.

Only Lü Fan, who wanted to return to his own seat, was thrown out by the math teacher. Clearly, the punishment for violating school rules was still in effect.

The next class.

Not only all the Cultivators present, but even Zhuge Rizhao, a Transmigrator, found learning extremely difficult.

What does it mean to start with one 'x'?

In the blink of an eye, good heavens, the entire blackboard was filled with English letters.

Zhuge Rizhao put on a pained expression and looked at Chu Mo next to him: "Master, isn't this math class? How did it turn into English class!"

Chu Mo placed his hand in front of his mouth, making a shushing gesture. During this process, his gaze remained on the blackboard, and the pen in his hand never stopped moving.

"Alright! Which student would like to answer this question and provide the corresponding solution?"

After writing down the problem, the math teacher looked at everyone, searching for someone to answer.

The Confucian Cultivators who were brave enough to speak in the previous class were all mute in this class.

Each of them bowed their heads.

Silent.

Who could tell them what these strange symbols even meant!?

However, one person stood up and solved the problem.

"No, Master! Didn't you just say that learning was extremely painful? How... how did you solve it right away?"

At this moment, Zhuge Rizhao looked at Chu Mo with eyes as if he had seen a proletarian revolutionary betray the revolution.

Everyone had agreed to be bad students together, but you didn't even pretend anymore.

"Before the Chinese class representative appeared, being a bad student might have had a future, but now, class cadres can gain the rule blessing of this Secret Realm.

Comprehension, memory, and quickness of thought will all increase. The more positions a person holds, the stronger the buffs they receive. When all these buffs are fully stacked, their IQ might even rival Einstein's!"

Chu Mo had somewhat figured out what this Secret Realm was up to. It not only wanted everyone in the Secret Realm to have no chance to hide and fiercely compete, but also to make them fully display their personal talents to obtain class cadre positions and strengthen themselves.

This was like a game; the more buffs you stacked on yourself, the stronger you became.

Initially, everyone started on the same line, perhaps with some differences in attributes, but these did not affect the overall situation.

But when a person with countless buffs appeared, this situation would be completely broken.

This was a leading by a wide margin.

As expected, Chu Mo was successfully chosen by the math teacher as the math class representative.

And at this very moment.

Mysterious Qi surged into Chu Mo's body.

He felt that his understanding of text and his computational abilities had both improved to a certain extent.

At the same time, a black and white Qi appeared within his body.

"This is... Literary Qi?!"

Chu Mo was somewhat shocked, and at the same time, he wanted to know even more what the Sage of Literature, who created this Secret Realm, his true purpose was.

"He certainly didn't create this Secret Realm merely to pressure people; there must be other profound meanings! Besides the information hidden in the school rules and the method of leaving the school with the top score, there should be other ways to pass..."

To confirm his conjecture, Chu Mo decided he had to thoroughly investigate this school.

Afterward, during every five-minute break between classes, he would quickly move through each classroom.

Attempting to find new clues.

By the end of the morning, although he was exhausted, he wasn't without Harvest.

Because.

He did find a clue.

Xinhua High School had a total of 108 classes, with 64 people in each class.

This meant that the total number of people who entered this Secret Realm was 6912.

However, the actual situation was.

6913 people.

One more person was not in these classes; that person was Fei Cai.

The first person to enter the Secret Realm.

Just as he was thinking, Zhuge Rizhao next to him nudged his shoulder: "Master, wake up, the English teacher's 'train' has reached you. Options A, B, C, D are almost all the same length. Personally, I think C is the choice!"

When in doubt, choose C.

That's not wrong.

But this... this isn't a multiple-choice question.

Chu Mo ultimately answered the English teacher's question perfectly, then shifted his gaze to Zhuge Rizhao.

"Although I zoned out for a moment, I still knew exactly where we were. You're still awake!"

Next to him, Zhuge Rizhao chuckled awkwardly: "Master, although I'm awake, I don't understand any of the English up there! I don't even know where we're at!"

He really couldn't be blamed.

In this English class, the English teacher spoke entirely in English throughout the lesson. It would be strange if he could understand.

Not only him, but the other Cultivators were also the same. From their perspective.

The teacher on the podium, wearing a strange Magic Treasure, babbled in some inhuman language.

It could be said that.

In the classroom, except for Chu Mo, everyone else was completely bewildered, understanding nothing.

As expected.

After this English class, Chu Mo secured another position.

Buff +1.

When the bell rang.

The moment the English teacher announced the end of class, everyone sighed in relief.

Only Zhuge Rizhao, like a wild horse unbridled, fled the classroom and headed straight for the cafeteria.

"He's useless at everything else, but first in eating!"

Experienced students would rush to the cafeteria the moment the class bell rang.

Zhuge Rizhao was like this.

Chu Mo was no exception.

The quick get it, the slow don't.

If you arrived late, there wouldn't even be leftover scraps.

Meanwhile, these Cultivators, who had long since stopped eating mundane human food, remained in the classroom, discussing the English class they had just had.