[Mufeng]
[Class: Traditional Chinese Medicine (Elite 4-Star)]
[Tier: Tier 1 Perfection]
[Talent: Extract Magic Energy attributes to enhance one's own professional skills.]
[Attributes: Strength 15.9, Agility 16.1, Constitution 15.8, Spirit 19.3]
[Skills: Healing Spell (Metal), Heal (Life), Qigong (Attribute Points), Sword Heart (Cultivation) (Can change class)]
[Technique: Tier 1 Basic Technique (Perfection)]
Toiling away for an entire night, he had finally brought the Basic Technique to perfection. The four stages—initial, intermediate, advanced, and perfection—each granted 2 points to all four major attributes, totaling 8 points across the four levels. Amplified by the "Qigong (Attribute Points)" skill, mastering the Basic Technique had added a full 12 points to every single one of his four major attributes.
Mufeng pushed open his bedroom door and stepped out, finding Muxue helping their mother prepare breakfast.
"I've brought the Basic Technique to perfection."
Muxue smiled radiantly.
"I figured you would."
"The Basic Technique is the easiest cultivation method to master. For you to bring it to perfection in a single night is quite impressive, even among the geniuses at Imperial Capital University."
"This is the Yixing Formula. Don't show it off lightly, or it will bring unnecessary trouble."
Mufeng took the Yixing Formula, flipped through a few pages, and put it away. The contents were indeed obscure and difficult to comprehend; the Basic Technique simply could not compare to it.
"I have a friend who wants to see a Hell-difficulty class-advancement dungeon. Do you have any information on that?"
"In theory, a Hell-difficulty dungeon has a Lord-level boss guarding the final stage, but the reality is far more complex. Inside a Hell-difficulty dungeon, both the people and the monsters possess their own independent behaviors and ways of thinking. Any action we class-advancers take in there will trigger unpredictable changes. Human research into Hell-difficulty dungeons has only scratched the surface, though a small group of people are making relentless efforts. They want to completely master the patterns of Hell-difficulty dungeons, hoping that one day, human class-advancers from Earth can treat Hell-difficulty class-advancement trials as a routine option. I read a piece of precious research data they compiled specifically, which mentioned that encountering intelligent life forms during a quest is far more terrifying than encountering ferocious monsters. Furthermore, monsters with King-level strength are hidden within, and if certain conditions are met, they will join the battle. I don't know what your friend's objective is, but I advise them not to try it lightly. Without professional personnel, they might even be beaten to death before they have time to admit defeat."
"Is that so? That certainly sounds immensely difficult."
After breakfast, Muxue took the initiative to say goodbye to their mother and Muyun. Mufeng assumed she would say goodbye to him last, seeing as they had much more common ground now that he had changed classes. Instead, after saying goodbye to their mother and Muyun, Muxue simply vanished, leaving Mufeng standing there in a daze, beginning to doubt himself.
"Mufeng, did you make your sister angry again?" their mother asked with a worried expression.
"No way, everything was fine just a moment ago." Mufeng was equally clueless.
"Mufeng, you must have borrowed money from sister again. If you borrow money and don't pay it back, of course sister won't want to talk to you. If it were me, I wouldn't talk to you either."
This little girl was dropping hints!
"Go on, go play somewhere else. I'm off to school, today is the school closing ceremony."
...
Mufeng walked into the classroom, and the original din instantly vanished as everyone turned to gaze at him. Earlier, most of the classmates had mocked Mufeng for biting off more than he could chew; now that news of Mufeng clearing the Nightmare dungeon had arrived, the majority of them felt bewildered.
Had the Nightmare dungeon somehow become easier? Even an arrogant weakling like Mufeng could clear it.
When he reached his seat, his deskmate Lu Lixin looked at him with a complex expression, yet spoke in an excited tone: "Mufeng, that was incredible! You actually managed to clear the Nightmare difficulty. Tell me honestly, did you clear it following the strategy guide I gave you? Clear out the mobs first, then fight the boss—I told you my guide would work."
Lu Lixin was also a child from an ordinary family, and his personality was very similar to the original Mufeng's—both were somewhat chuunibyou and arrogant. They had met in high school and quickly became friends; among Mufeng's circle of fair-weather friends, Lu Lixin could be considered the most reliable one.
However, his aptitude was much better than Mufeng's, sitting slightly above the middle tier. A month ago, he had spontaneously awakened a skill, and after failing his first trial at Normal difficulty, he had chosen the Simple difficulty and successfully changed classes to Physician.
After Mufeng comprehended the Healing Spell, the two of them were jokingly dubbed the "Nurse Duo" by their classmates.
"How did you guys find out about the news?"
"The class monitor came to announce it first thing in the morning. She already went to the school to submit an application inviting you to join the school team. Hey, Mufeng, I'm so jealous of you! You actually cleared Nightmare using the strategy I put together, whereas I didn't follow the guide and ended up failing even the Normal dungeon, winding up with the Simple difficulty."
"Don't beat yourself up over it. Even if you had cleared the Normal dungeon, you'd still just be an ordinary class—look on the bright side, at least the Simple dungeon was cheap."
"Ah, my heart aches. You got an Elite class, so you can work for major factions and large corporations in the future, while I'm stuck working at a regular hospital. Now even the class monitor, Gan Lijing, is taking the initiative to help you apply for a spot on the school team."
Hearing this, Mufeng frowned.
The class monitor and class belle, Gan Lijing, was the undisputed rich and beautiful girl of their class; she was good-looking and came from a well-off family background. The original Mufeng had always wanted to court her, but Gan Lijing looked down on him entirely. Later, after Xie Dahaio took the initiative to befriend Mufeng, Gan Lijing's attitude toward him also shifted—changing from cold indifference to occasionally tossing him a bone to string him along, routinely ordering him around to do odd jobs while the original Mufeng was overjoyed.
Now, drawing on the memories in his mind, Mufeng could easily deduce that this Gan Lijing was infatuated with Xie Dahaio. Her change in attitude toward Mufeng was undoubtedly instigated by Xie Dahaio.
Would a person like that now take the initiative to kindly help Mufeng apply for a spot on the school team?
At that moment, Gan Lijing walked into the classroom, holding her head high. Faced with the stares of the ordinary male students, a disdainful smile hung on her face.
"Mufeng, I really helped you out a huge favor regarding you getting onto the school team this time. How are you going to thank me? How about this, I'll give you a chance to show your worth: use your Elite class skills to treat my grandfather's illness. I've heard that Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners who have changed classes are the best at conditioning the body. From now on, you can spend an hour every day helping my grandfather condition his health."
Gan Lijing walked right up to Mufeng, lifting her chin and looking down her nose at him as she spoke. Once she finished, she waited for Mufeng to come fawn over her like a dog.
In her heart, she thought: *This loser Mufeng is finally starting to be of some use. It wasn't in vain that I previously forced myself to stomach my disgust and play along with him; now he can be put to good use.* Besides, in the past, whenever she asked him to run errands, he would be ecstatic. Now asking him to condition her grandfather's health, he was bound to be endlessly grateful and overjoyed.
"None of your business! Who asked you to help?"
"What?"
Gan Lijing's eyes widened, her voice cracking from shock. She didn't even notice it herself, suspecting she might be suffering from auditory hallucinations.
As a simp who didn't even qualify as a backup spare tire, Mufeng was someone who, in her eyes, wasn't even worth talking to—speaking to him was an act of magnanimous charity on her part.
Yet now, not only did Mufeng refuse to appreciate what she had done, but he had even turned around to question her for poking her nose into his business! How could Mufeng be so ungrateful? How dared he speak to her like that?