Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 111: Grand Xia Talent Competition, the Academy Team’s Strength, Introductions and Probing, and the Composed Lin Ping’an

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Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Grand Xia Talent Competition, the Academy Team’s Strength, Introductions and Probing, and the Composed Lin Ping’an

Is this the true meaning of Civilization Value?

While pondering, Lin Ping’an vaguely gained a new understanding of the term Civilization Value.

At this moment, his mindset also underwent a change.

When a person is weak, they only think about how to improve and live better.

But when their strength reaches a certain height, their vision and outlook change, transcending past limitations to think about more distant matters.

Currently, Lin Ping’an was experiencing this very transformation.

The strength he now possessed was sufficient for self-preservation, giving him the time and ability to reflect.

Half an hour later.

"Junior, your medicinal meal is here!"

The unfamiliar senior from earlier appeared with a dish exuding a light fragrance, skillfully placing it on the dining table.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping’an nodded expressionlessly, paid the bill quickly, and then began to eat.

Not far away, the new and old students, already familiar with the routine, packed their free meals and left.

Although this time the aroma didn’t fill the cafeteria like before, the faint scent was enough to make their meals taste like wax.

Rather than suffer here, they might as well leave early.

However, the current situation also proved something else.

That Song Changkong, that scoundrel, must have deliberately intensified the aroma of the medicinal meal previously.

Otherwise, why was there such a big difference with the same meal?

On the other side, Lin Ping’an took a bite and found the taste slightly inferior to that made by Senior Song Changkong.

After a brief silence, he continued eating.

It was still much better than anything he could make.

At the same time, another thought popped into his mind.

The next time he met Song Changkong, he should teach him a lesson in a way that only torments the mind without harming the body, so as not to delay the preparation of medicinal meals.

A moment later, when he was almost done eating, two familiar figures appeared at the cafeteria entrance.

A few minutes later, a familiar scene unfolded once more.

"Lin Ping’an, you’ve finally decided to come out!"

Su Die commented as she sat opposite him.

Hearing this, Lin Ping’an’s expression didn’t change. He took a light glance and replied sparingly.

"What’s up?"

Su Die was so annoyed by his cold demeanor that her teeth almost itched, but unfortunately, there was nothing she could do.

After all, she was not as strong as him, and confronting him would be asking for humiliation.

With her understanding of this junior, he certainly wouldn’t care if she was a senior or from the same academy.

A dozen seconds later.

She tapped the dining table with dissatisfaction, her tone carrying a hint of resentment.

"Hey... you, have you forgotten about the Grand Xia Talent Competition?"

"After you finish eating, come with me to meet the teammates in advance."

Lin Ping’an slightly frowned, yet his tone remained as calm as ever.

"I haven’t forgotten! In 10 days! Meet the teammates? What a bother!"

At this moment, Su Die felt a little exasperated.

"Argh... Big brother, you’re my big brother... The competition is in ten days, but it’s not held at Great Xia Academy. We need to go a week early."

"And... how is meeting the teammates a bother?"

"How have you managed to survive without being beaten up?"

Not far behind, Liu Yanran quietly played the background, her eyes full of gossip as she glanced at her friend.

It had been a while since she’d seen Su Die like this; could there be something going on?

Lin Ping’an slowly stood up, leisurely heading outside.

"Then see you in three days!"

With that, he left.

Witnessing this scene, Su Die was more furious than ever.

"Damn it! You jerk! Did you even listen to a word I said? Stop right there!"

With a roar, she charged angrily.

The next moment.

She pounced and clung to one of Lin Ping’an’s legs tightly, refusing to let go.

"Are you going or not? Are you going or not? Are you going or not?"

Lin Ping’an: "..."

Twenty minutes later, Su Die led the way with her head held high, her steps somewhat arrogant.

The two others followed behind her.

If she had used force earlier, Lin Ping’an wouldn’t have held back.

But this clingy trick of holding onto a leg—who could withstand it?

To avoid being entangled by Su Die, who was clinging like glue, and to minimize future trouble, he reluctantly agreed to come along.

To be honest, Lin Ping’an didn’t really want to waste time on these trivial matters. Wouldn’t it be better to reinforce a few meridians, increase his strength, or enhance his understanding of martial arts knowledge, and study new cultivation techniques?

Anyway, with his hidden strength in this so-called inter-academy competition, the outcome had long been decided.

Teammates or whatnot were totally unimportant; the result was already predestined!

The trio strolled through the academy, attracting the gaze of many passing students.

"Isn’t that Chairman Su, Liu Fuhei, and Lin Ping’an?"

"Certainly! Those three walking together—could the gossip on the campus net be true?"

"Two girls chasing one guy? A love triangle?"

"Interesting! Truly interesting! Who would’ve thought both Chairman Su and Liu Fuhei would go for the ’old cow eating young grass’ option with Lin Ping’an!"

"Sizzle... It’s a degenerate world! Truly a degenerate world! They obviously don’t like my type and went for that pretty boy Lin Ping’an instead!"

"I advise you to think twice before speaking out; don’t bring destruction upon yourself. The last person who flaunted like that is still stuck on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races!"

"Precisely! Let’s not forget, Chairman Su is at the Third Grade Peak, and Liu Fuhei is also at the Third Grade High Rank, while Lin Ping’an is even more terrifying—rumor has it he recently broke through to the Fourth Grade Initial Rank. Offend the three of them, and you’ll face a different person beating you every day!"

"Damn, I almost forgot! Let’s clear out! Outside the academy is better; I don’t want to stick around and get beaten up!"

"..."

Meanwhile.

Inside the principal’s office at Great Xia Academy.

Qin Ruguo was chatting with several deans.

"The Talent Competition is in ten days; it seems like we’ve got no suspense this time!"

"Not necessarily! I heard that a genius has emerged from Southwest Academy, reaching Second Grade Peak just three months after enrollment, and might appear at the competition."

"Yes! Huabei Academy, Luo Hai Academy, and Demon Capital Academy all have new talents emerging, some promising prospects."

"Each generation surpasses the last! They’re much better than in our time!"

"Hahaha... But it’s a pity that no matter how strong they are, it’s useless! Our Great Xia Academy has a genius like Lin Ping’an, who can subdue everyone!"

"After the competition, invite the talents from over there to come over and broaden Lin Ping’an’s horizons, so he doesn’t sit in the well and limit his perspective only to inter-academy matters."

"That’s right! Lin Ping’an is too reclusive! Always immersed in personal cultivation research, that’s not good... not good..."

"..."

At a training ground in Great Xia Academy.

After Su Die brought the two inside, three figures were already waiting.

"Introduce yourselves to the junior!"

Upon hearing this, a burly senior holding an Alloy Rod spoke in a muffled voice.

"I’m Hao Yong, a third-year in the Combat Department at Third Grade High Rank."

Then, a nearby senior sister holding a longsword, ice-cold in demeanor, also spoke up.

"Qin Yu, a second-year in the Combat Department, Third Grade Middle Rank."

Finally, a petite senior sister wielding two large alloy hammers chirped up.

"Xiong Xiaoxiao, third-year in the Combat Department, Third Grade High Rank."

After the three finished speaking, Su Die placed her hands on her hips, proudly announcing.

"By the way, Yanran is also a team member; she’s at the Third Grade High Rank, and I’m at the Third Grade Peak. We also have a reporter hiding on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, also at the Third Grade High Rank. He’ll be returning in a couple of days."

"Impressive, right? This is the strength of the talents of Great Xia Academy."