I'm really not the god of time.

Chapter 42 1 [Magic Points], Ascending to Godhood

Zhang Lingyun answered truthfully:

"Master, that was so long ago. I've already broken through to the fourth level of the Meditation Technique."

These words struck Lan Ruoxi once again.

Even though she was naturally aloof, she couldn't help but show her delight at this moment, and unusually, she offered a word of praise:

"You have a really good understanding, and you're much more diligent than some people."

As Lan Ruoxi spoke, she glanced at Bai Lu.

The latter shrank into a corner, suddenly realizing that having a powerful junior brother might not be such a good thing after all.

Then, Lan Ruoxi asked about the Necromancer School.

Zhang Lingyun didn't go into details, only mentioning briefly:

"I sat in on a few classes to learn more about our opponents so I could better deal with Ding Shuangshuang and the others in the future."

Lan Ruoxi frowned, feeling that this was a bit outrageous:

"You've only attended a few classes, and you can already summon a third-ring [Spirit Messenger]?"

Zhang Lingyun didn't want to reveal the secret of the [Awakening Card], so he could only give a vague answer:

"Maybe I was just lucky; I just happened to figure out the tricks of the spell."

"In that case, you might be better suited for the Necromancer school."

"No! Master, the Necromancer School is too sinister. I think it's better for you to follow them."

Zhang Lingyun's words came from the bottom of her heart.

Although Lan Ruoxi wasn't very enthusiastic, she was at least very pleasing to the eye.

Lan Ruoxi didn't say anything more, but instead asked about the appearance of the summoned creature:

"Bai Lu said the messenger you summoned is very special. What does it look like?"

Zhang Lingyun gave a brief description:

"It has nine heads, which looks quite eerie."

Lan Ruoxi, however, was not surprised at all, and gently shook her head:

"The creatures of the [spirit world] are naturally strangely shaped, and it's not uncommon for them to have nine heads."

She casually started talking about her own experiences:

"When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I summoned a hellhound that had a long snout all over its body. No matter where I touched it, it would bite me."

"..."

Zhang Lingyun nodded silently.

He thought to himself, it seems that his cheat code wasn't so exaggerated after all; Lan Ruoxi's cheat code was even more ruthless than his own.

The three of them chatted for a few more minutes before preparing to leave the teaching building together.

They walked down the corridor, the atmosphere quite relaxed.

But just then, three people walked towards them.

Huang Ku, along with Ding Shuangshuang and Lin Hao, ran right into them.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense as the six people were stuck in the narrow corridor.

Lin Hao was the first to lose his composure.

He hated Zhang Lingyun to the core.

Not only did they hit him twice, but they also spilled the "Angel Drug," causing him to lose over a million dollars.

Therefore, as soon as he saw Zhang Lingyun, he was eager to provoke him, speaking in a harsh and rude manner.

"Zhang Lingyun, how dare you linger in front of me! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

He turned to Huang Ku, his face full of obsequious pleading:

"Master, it's this kid! He's been causing me trouble and opposing our society! You have to teach him a lesson, or we'll lose all face."

Lin Hao had a good plan; he wanted to take advantage of his master's power and make a big scene.

But his provocation was both clumsy and blatant, making it laughable.

Zhang Lingyun smiled calmly and retorted slowly:

"The 'Angel Drug' is inherently harmful; I'm doing this to rid the people of this scourge. I believe Professor Huang will support me."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Heh! Why don't you ask Professor Huang if he dares to openly oppose national policy?"

"this……"

[Angel Drug] This kind of thing, it's either four ounces on the scale or a thousand pounds on the scale.

Although many people sell it secretly, no one dares to admit it publicly.

Huang Ku rolled his withered eyes, silently cursing Lin Hao in his heart, "Useless!"

Lin Hao's face turned bright red, and he trembled with anger.

Ding Shuangshuang watched quietly, secretly plotting her own scheme.

Huang Ku merely glanced at Zhang Lingyun indifferently.

He didn't recognize the boy as the one he had made a deal with.

Soon, his gaze turned to Lan Ruoxi.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Junior sister, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to have such an eloquent disciple."

Lan Ruoxi's face turned cold, she crossed her arms, and her tone became sharp:

"Senior brother, keep your people in check, don't cause trouble."

Huang Ku chuckled, his expression revealing his cunning and shrewdness:

"What do you mean by 'making trouble out of nothing'? He's clearly your apprentice, yet he's the one who eavesdropped on my lesson."

"The course is open to the university, and anyone who is interested can attend. If your students are outstanding enough, they are also welcome to audit my classes."

"No need! I will teach my apprentice myself; there's no need for me to learn from others."

"Heh! Can you even teach it properly? You yourself only have a superficial understanding!"

"What do you mean? You think you're better than me?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

The two started arguing.

First, the concept of magic, then the allocation of school resources, all became reasons for their arguments.

The two argued more and more fiercely, eventually arguing about inheriting their master's mantle.

Huang Ku said with a cold laugh:

"Lan Ruoxi, don't forget, Master specializes in the Necromancy School, so I'm more suitable to be his successor than you."

Lan Ruoxi, exuding an aura of dominance, retorted with a cold smile:

"What Master values ​​most is innovation and development. I am the one who inherited her ideas. You are just eating Master's leftovers."

Lan Ruoxi's words were still as vicious and arrogant as ever.

The two addressed each other as "senior brother" and "junior sister" throughout, but they both wished they could belittle each other as worthless.

Zhang Lingyun was a little confused, so he quietly moved closer to Bai Lu and whispered:

"Senior sister, what is the relationship between Master and Professor Huang?"

Bai Lu whispered in his ear:

"They were trained by the same master."

Zhang Lingyun pressed further:

"And who is our grandmaster?"

"Our master was a [Grand Witch of the Palace], but she has been gone for many years."

[Dianwei]?

This unfamiliar term piqued Zhang Lingyun's interest:

"What exactly is the rank of the [Grand Witch of the Palace]?"

Bai Lu patiently explained to him:

"Generally speaking, the titles of 'Great Witch' and 'Great Sorcerer' represent the limits of ordinary people, but some geniuses can go even further."

"If your [Magic Value] reaches 700,000 or more, it is called [Rank], which represents exemplary authority."

"Reaching 800,000 or more is called 'color position,' which represents being outstanding and exceptional."

"Reaching 900,000 or more is called the 'Crown Rank,' representing the pinnacle of achievement."

"These three levels are called the [Transcendent Third Tier]. After reaching this level, one can no longer be considered human, but rather a mythical creature."

Zhang Lingyun's eyes widened in surprise.

He then realized that he was still far from being good enough.

The potential of this world is much higher than he imagined.

He thought for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"What level is it when one million [magic points]?"

Bai Lu shook her head and said:

"I don't know about higher realms. But logically speaking, reaching one million [magic points] would probably be enough to ascend to godhood."

Zhang Lingyun gasped.

I never imagined that one could ascend to godhood in this world.