Chapter 45: Finding a Wild Sage

As a few classmates chatted among themselves, the conversation suddenly shifted to another topic.

"Sigh, why hasn't Xu Changsheng arrived yet? Is he planning to show up right at the bell? Is he scared?"

"Who knows."

As usual, they began to target and attack Xu Changsheng.

Since these people were all part of Li Chengshan's inner circle, they naturally joined in the attacks.

After all, everyone knew that Li Chengshan had eyes for the campus belle, didn't they?

Although Li Chengshan's family had not produced any Tier 3 powerhouses, they had made a successful investment back in the day, backing one of the fierce powerhouses among the infamous "Three Brain-Dead Musketeers."

Now, serving as close confidants under a Tier 3 magnate and holding executive positions in a minor corporation, they had already reached the pinnacle of Tier 2 families.

They lacked for no resources; what they truly needed was a legitimate Tier 3 descendant to step forward and elevate their family to the next tier.

Before long.

Xu Changsheng arrived right on the dot.

And with his arrival came a barrage of various taunts and jeers.

"Oh, look, our college entrance examination top scholar has arrived. Didn't you bet on the mock exam results earlier? The loser was supposed to kneel and apologize."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, did you actually grow a brain, or did you steal that Tier 2 one from somewhere?"

"Hmph." Xu Changsheng sat in the back row by the window, not saying a word.

Liu Jun remained huddled in the corner, quietly eating melons and watching the drama unfold:

"The academic pressure in school is high, and there's an abundance of cyberpsychos, so bullying is bound to be common."

Today, for the first time, Liu Jun looked at Xu Changsheng, whose personality had undergone a drastic transformation.

He always felt as though something was slightly off.

Yet upon closer observation, the boy appeared completely mediocre.

No, that wasn't right.

Liu Jun suddenly felt as though his own "Eternal Longevity" ability was exhibiting some peculiar reactions.

"This guy definitely has some issues," Liu Jun silently noted.

Soon, the health class began.

This particular health class was dedicated to the college entrance examination medical checkup.

Currently, the three main subjects in high school were taught by:

The physical education teacher, and class advisor Si Anhe, who taught psychokinetic energy.

The health teacher.

The music teacher.

The students' cerebral nerves suffered severe and frequent damage. If not for the health teacher periodically repairing and patching up the students' brains, they truly would have devolved into mental deficients.

Yes.

Patching up brains—in the literal, physical sense.

As for the music class, its purpose was to relieve mental fatigue and provide psychological counseling.

Studying too much over a short period easily led to consciousness confusion, immersion into the worlds of books, and the onset of manic rage disorders.

This could be clearly seen from the way they taunted Xu Changsheng.

Before long, the medical checkup concluded.

They followed it up with a music class to soothe their brains.

Classes ended around ten in the morning. If students did not wish to continue studying, no one would mind if they went home for self-study.

"Liu Jun, are you going home?" Li Feng asked.

"Yeah, I'm heading back," Liu Jun said, packing up all the textbooks from his desk with the intention of taking them all home, as he wouldn't be needing them anymore anyway.

"Then go on ahead, I'll bring you some food later," said Zou Anmiao.

Liu Jun bid them farewell and left, holding his umbrella.

Stepping through the puddles to the school gates, Liu Jun suddenly looked up at the overcast sky and thought: "I wonder where Bug Thirteen is hiding right now?"

"I kind of miss it. Lately, I've been the one carrying the entire era on my shoulders, frantically grinding card decks and farming gear every single night."

"This Age of Speciation Disaster stage of wisdom is really annoying."

"Still, since its wife died and came back to life, doesn't that practically mean they're gazing across a vast chasm of time, separated by an entire Jurassic period?"

As Liu Jun sighed with emotion, his gaze drifted slightly toward Xu Changsheng, who was also preparing to leave through the school gates.

He was another one perpetually glued to his screen.

His consciousness seemed completely immersed in his cyber-brain.

On a whim, Liu Jun secretly employed the "Stealth and Invisibility" ability to silently and imperceptibly breach Xu Changsheng's cyber-brain network, taking a peek at his online account.

A trace of surprise crossed Liu Jun's face:

[Great Dream Longevity]

The online analyst guru who dissected everything was actually Xu Changsheng?

...

...

Walking against the rain-swept curtain, Xu Changsheng boarded the tram.

He had been rather irritable over the past few days:

"I deliberately posted those threads, uncovering sealed history and exposing the mastermind behind the scenes, all in an attempt to get this King of Angels to contact me, yet he hasn't reacted at all?"

Posting under the alias [Great Dream Longevity] was his way of casting a fishing line.

No one knew his secret.

He was a born saint who had undergone soul-seizure and possessed Xu Changsheng's body.

That day, after having his engagement annulled, Xu Changsheng had gone alone to the wilderness to jump into a river, only to accidentally touch an ancient burial site belonging to him, allowing him to seize the boy's body.

Every saint possessed a unique soul talent.

And his talent was: Longevity.

He was a saint from the Zhou Dynasty several thousand years ago, possessing the ability of reincarnation through continuous slumber.

Every time he was reborn, he had to cultivate all over again.

In one of his past lives, he had once discoursed on the Dao with Lü Weng, who experienced the dream of millet, and personally witnessed that astonishingly talented genius pioneer the method of the Dao arena, enabling ordinary scholars without innate talent to cultivate spiritual energy and usher in the era of cultivating scholars.

Later, in another lifetime, he also witnessed the major aristocratic families he had helped rise to prominence decay into corruption, and assisted that saint who "treads the bones of high officials upon the heavenly streets" in slaughtering over a hundred prominent noble clans, utterly wiping out families that had passed down their heritage for hundreds or thousands of years.

In yet another life, he had sailed across oceans aboard massive treasure ships.

In another lifetime, he traveled to foreign lands alongside a monk, forging friendships with numerous close companions and even leaving behind various indigenous myths, legends, sacred elephants, and divine bulls whose worship legends persisted to this day.

Throughout history, he had also left behind many hidden factions and powers.

Yet nowadays, the forces he had left behind had all betrayed him.

If he exposed his true origins, he would be secretly hunted down by the major corporations of the present day, who would undoubtedly want to turn him into a standardized assembly-line model...

After all.

Never underestimate these corporations' obsessive dedication to new cyber-brain models!

In his view, this King of Angels belonged to his very own faction!

Both wanted to change this corrupt world, and both were coveted by major corporations desperate to drag them onto the assembly line!

Therefore, he had posted those threads to lure out that King of Angels.

And he hadn't been afraid of anyone finding out through his posts.

Because there were countless talents within the corporations; if anything, they probably deduced that Bug Seven-Seven was the mastermind even earlier than he did.

When he posted, people wouldn't care.

Yet precisely because of that, the King of Angels didn't take him seriously either.

That was somewhat baffling!

If even the corporations couldn't track down this person's whereabouts, how was he supposed to find them?

"I always thought I was a saint who had lived for a very long time."

"Yet now, I never imagined there could be a prehistoric era before even this?"

Xu Changsheng sighed softly, finding it all utterly unbelievable.

There really was always someone better, a mountain higher than the previous.

His abilities were extremely covert.

It would take several top-tier entities from Rehe Heavy Industries descending in person to perceive his abnormalities.

But barring any emergencies, why would they ever come to the impoverished, backward regions of Rehe City?

Now, he began to ponder his own path forward.

The chubby kid was exceptionally good to him, so naturally, he would have to help him in the future.

As for his own parents' bizarre deaths, he also needed to investigate and unmask the real culprit.

And as for that campus belle?

What kind of stunning beauties hadn't he laid eyes on in his past lives? How could he possibly care about such painted skeletons?

Though, the sudden misfortune that befell his parents might perhaps be connected to her as well.

Continually organizing his thoughts, he returned to his room, only to feel his consciousness gradually blur and slip away into a deep slumber.

After a short while,

A voice echoed softly in the room:

"Picked up a wild saint, folks. He wants to come home with me."