[Warning: The host is approaching the stronghold of the Second Peak Master of Rongyang Immortal Sect.]
[The host, a monk of the Demonic Joyful Sect, is about to enter the righteous path's Profound Peak. Please take precautions!]
[The host is only 300 meters away from the Second Peak of Rongyang Immortal Sect!]
[The host is only 200 meters away from the Second Peak of Rongyang Immortal Sect!]
[Danger! The host is only 100 meters away from the main base of the righteous path. Please be aware of your status as a villainous monk of the demonic path and take immediate evasive action to avoid falling into a trap.]
Red warning messages flooded the system interface as Zhang Wuyong watched helplessly.
At last, the taxi stopped in front of No. 2 Middle School.
He paid the fare, stepped out with his cane, and looked up at the school's nameplate.
Teachers were on duty at the entrance, watching the students come in. Anyone not wearing a school uniform would be stopped. The uniforms were not flattering to begin with, and almost no one wore them unless they had to.
With no other choice, Zhang Wuyong pulled his uniform out of his bag and shrugged it on.
[Host detected performing a high‑risk undercover mission. The host is disguised as a righteous sect member and attempting to infiltrate the main peak of the Second Peak of Rongyang Immortal Sect.]
[Mission issued: Successfully infiltrate and enter the protective barrier of the Second Peak of Rongyang Immortal Sect. Reward upon completion: 50 system points.]
Good—this system had a strong self‑correcting instinct.
Students flowed through the gate like a steady stream. Leaning on his cane, Zhang Wuyong took one step after another toward the entrance.
"Hey, student!" the teacher on duty called out.
Zhang Wuyong turned his head.
Why me? Had his disguise already failed? Had his infiltration been exposed?
The teacher looked him over, taking in the half‑worn uniform and the cane he leaned on. Then he waved his hand.
"Never mind, go on in."
Zhang Wuyong walked through the school gate.
[Ding! Host has successfully completed the infiltration mission and entered the Immortal Sect barrier. Points +50.]
[The host has successfully infiltrated the righteous sect through disguise. New mission issued: By any means necessary, coerce 20 female disciples of the Second Peak of Rongyang Immortal Sect to assist the host in cultivation (time limit: three months).]
[Each time you force a righteous female disciple to assist your cultivation, you will receive 10 points. Upon completing the mission, you will be rewarded with a Gold Card.]
In the lower right corner of the interface, his total points had risen to 60.
He still had no idea what those points were for, but they had to be good for something eventually.
As for this "Gold Card"… did that mean a guaranteed gold‑grade reward?
A thrill rose from the soles of his feet.
Even if the Heavenly Demon Bliss Technique turned out to be useless in this world, whatever item he drew from a Gold Card might still prove very handy. Even if it did not help his college entrance score, it might be something rare and valuable—something that could quickly make him rich.
Or… perhaps the system could be persuaded to give him a Sister Xinhai.
Of course, it only promised a "gold" item, not which prize pool it came from. It could just be an ordinary pool… and even pulling a "harp butt" would not be the worst outcome.
Still thinking nonsense, Zhang Wuyong made his way into Class Two's classroom.
Classmates greeted him one after another.
"So you really came to school on crutches?" his deskmate, Qian Shu, said.
"What else was I supposed to do?" Zhang Wuyong sat upright, resting his cane against the desk.
His seat was in the middle of the room. Normally, students with poor grades were long since exiled to the back rows. Despite his awful results, he behaved fairly well in class. He might daydream or nod off, but he did not cause trouble, so he was never chased out.
"If I were you, I'd definitely use this chance to take a few more days off," Qian Shu sighed. "I'm so sick of being nagged every day to study harder and harder."
When they first entered high school, Qian Shu's grades had been average. By second year, some students steadily improved while others steadily declined. He was one of the latter, and had long since resigned himself to it.
Even so, his grades were still better than Zhang Wuyong's.
"Hey, Zhang Wuyong!" The petite girl seated in front of him turned around. "A few days ago, someone from the police station came to speak with our homeroom teacher. It seemed to be about you. What happened?"
"Don't remind me." Zhang Wuyong shrugged. "I saved a kid crossing the road and got hit by a car myself, remember?"
"After that, my dad went to talk to the kid's family, hoping they'd testify that I was injured because I did something brave."
"The police said that as long as the family gave a statement, they could issue a certificate of commendation for bravery."
"We just wanted a note in the 'comprehensive quality' section of my college entrance file, but that family flatly refused to admit anything."
"We pulled the surveillance footage. It clearly showed that if I hadn't rushed in, that little boy would have been done for. Do you know what his family said? They said nobody had told me to save him."
"There was an old lady in their family who actually said that since her grandson was fine in the end, they'd just let it go—but if he'd been hurt, she would've gone after me instead."
"My dad was so angry he said he wanted to drive another dump truck through their place. Then the argument got out of hand and somebody called the police. In the end, the station sent an officer and a school representative to visit that family along with our parents."
"In the end, they finally agreed to give the statement."
"Scumbags," Qian Shu cursed. "People like that don't deserve to be saved. You should've just let their kid get hit by the car."
"I didn't think that much at the time." Zhang Wuyong spread his hands. "I just ran out."
"Good thing you're okay," the petite girl said. "They were probably scared you'd be seriously injured and end up trying to cling to them for compensation, right?"
"Who knows?" Zhang Wuyong rolled his eyes. "We didn't ask them for a cent. We just used the student accident insurance."
He pulled out a test paper and handed it forward. "By the way, there are a few questions I can't solve. Can you explain them to me?"
"Let me see." The petite girl shifted in her seat and turned around fully. "Isn't this the physics paper from yesterday? Why do you think I know how to do these?"
That shut him up.
"Then teach me English," he said quickly. "Your English is better." He swapped the paper for his English test.
The petite girl picked up her pen and began explaining the questions.
While she tutored him, Zhang Wuyong snuck a look at the system interface.
A new line of small text had appeared next to the quest list:
[You are using demonic methods to force Zhu Xiaoying, an inner disciple of the Second Peak of Rongyang Immortal Sect, to assist in your cultivation.]
A small progress bar trailed behind the line of text, inching forward bit by bit.
Yesterday's notification had described Zhao Yutong as a "direct disciple," while today's described Zhu Xiaoying as an "inner disciple."
Was it because Zhao Yutong was in the elite class, while Class Two was just an ordinary class? The thought flashed through Zhang Wuyong's mind, leaving his expression a bit strange.
This so‑called "demonic method"… System, what exactly do you think I'm doing with her?