6kv Chapter 38 Threading and Knotting
Chapter 38 Threading and Knotting
"Whoosh—"
Although it was somewhat expected, when the number actually came out, a low murmur still rose in the classroom.
Many classmates' gazes toward Ling Jiu had shifted from initial surprise and envy to utter disbelief.
Is she even human?!
At the same time, with the same poem, they tried their best to understand, savor, and resonate with it, like painstakingly chiseling a hole in solid ice, just to barely read a line or two.
And what about her?
On the contrary, the more you recite, the better your state becomes?
"Monster..."
In the back row, a boy stared blankly at the "29" next to his name, then at the glaring "48" on the screen, and muttered to himself.
He thought he was already very good, but he never expected to be surpassed by so many people.
"Just who is she?"
The other girl lowered her voice, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Isn't this supposed to be a military family? Are the children of military personnel really this twisted in their understanding of literature and morality?"
"Idiot, she's a military child but chose humanities, and her literary cultivation is far superior to her martial arts. She must have a high-level life spirit suited for studying literature!"
Whispers spread like a tide throughout the classroom.
Surprise, awe, envy, curiosity... a mix of emotions mingled in the gazes cast upon their backs.
Amidst this undercurrent of discussion, there was a corner that no one paid attention to, deathly silent.
Wang Qian kept her head down, and the screen of her phone remained dark, not lighting up again.
She stared intently at the smooth reflection of her phone. In the reflection, her face was ashen white, and her lips were bitten until they were bloodless.
On the big screen, her name was listed at number 37, followed by a glaring number: 17.
Fifth from last.
The number was like a red-hot branding iron, searing her retina and burning into her brain.
"Impossible...impossible..."
A buzzing sound filled her ears; the whispers seemed to come through a thick layer of water, indistinct and unclear. Only the frantic pounding of her heart in her chest made her ribs ache.
She had clearly gone through countless interpretations of those poems using the Xiaoku app. She had clearly memorized those images, those emotions, those transitions perfectly. She should have been the one who understood them most thoroughly!
Why... why can't I read it?
While others were still struggling to understand the first line, she had already grasped the entire poem. But when others began to recite it with difficulty, it was as if an invisible hand had gripped her throat; the sentences she knew by heart were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Until his mental strength was completely exhausted from repeated futile attempts, until his ranking plummeted to the bottom.
I clearly tried so hard every night!
And Lin Jiu, that previously unknown student, even burdened by rumors, that student who hadn't attended class for two years, why did he suddenly appear like a solitary peak rising up, leaving her and everyone else far behind?
On what grounds?
Then what about all those nights I've spent working tirelessly, day and night, glued to my phone, calculating until dawn...?
A bittersweet feeling, a mixture of despair, resentment, and bitterness, suddenly rushed into my nasal cavity.
Yes, I have a mini-library!
As long as we attract more new users and get more opportunities to perform simulations... we can definitely do it!
She suddenly looked up at her classmate and exclaimed, "I want to recruit new users!"
But when she looked up, her heart sank instantly. She saw that the people who had been sitting next to her had quietly moved to their new seats and were now sitting next to the newcomer Lin Jiu with their notes, ready to ask her questions as soon as she finished.
One side was shunned by everyone, while the other side was surrounded by people from all sides. This created a stark contrast.
In this classroom filled with elites, the pain of the losers often becomes a backdrop for others.
Her classmates' alienation and rejection of her, and their adoration of Lin Jiu, stung her even more.
On what basis...?
She abruptly lowered her head, deeper shadows obscuring her suddenly reddened eyes and trembling lips. Her hands, hidden under the table, clenched into tight fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped white marks.
On the podium, Lecturer Wang stood quietly, his gaze fixed on Ling Jiu, which he hadn't looked away from for a long time.
A flicker of surprise crossed the depths of her eyes, which were usually as calm as an ancient well.
Her gaze lingered for a long time on Ling Jiu's brow—on that wisp of solid, swirling, pale golden aura.
As a Grandmaster of Literature and Dao at the Sympathetic Realm, she knew better than anyone what terrifying comprehension and what boundless will it would take to condense such solid and agile innate literary energy at the Strong Memory Realm.
This is not just about being talented.
It's almost impossible for an ordinary student to reach this level solely through talent; it must be that one of her close relatives holds a very high position in the "poet" profession.
I never imagined that there would be a student from a family of poets in my department, and with such talent... I've struck gold!
Soon, new topics about Lin Jiu quietly spread throughout the campus.
A literary genius, the descendant of a soldier, reciting fifty-three poems in one class... all these things became topics of conversation that students enjoyed discussing at the dinner table.
School of Humanities, Room 508, Girls' Dormitory.
"Hey, Vivi, what are you doing...?"
Ling Jiu looked at the bottles and jars that Chen Wei and Li Yue had gathered from their respective tables and piled up all over the bed, feeling somewhat at a loss.
"Jiujiu, you're a school celebrity now!" Chen Wei picked up a lipstick, her eyes sparkling. "How can you not dress up properly to do justice to the image of our 508 dormitory? A little makeover and you'll be the goddess of the Faculty of Arts!"
"Exactly!" Li Yue chimed in, picking up a foundation and gesturing. "Use a cushion foundation, arch your eyebrows, and choose a mauve lipstick for the most elegant look... Hey, your eyelashes are already quite long, just curl them and apply some mascara!"
The two chattered away, just like two excited birds.
Liu Yiqiu didn't participate in this styling competition. She leaned against the bed frame, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Ling Jiu's brow, and frowned slightly: "Jiu Jiu, your literary energy...has it solidified yet? Has it reached the peak of the Strong Memory Realm?"
"Hmm... but I still have no clue how to break through to the Hidden Spirit Realm."
Ling Jiu didn't make her statement completely.
Perfection is one thing; the first stage of spirit concealment is the form concealment period, which not only requires the spirit concealed to be in harmony with the soul, but also relates to the proportion of destiny.
At the same time, Jiang Yun, inside the amniotic fluid, clearly sensed her mother's current state through the "mother-child connection".
[Literary Realm: Perfection of the Strong Memory Realm]
[Innate Literary Talent: Sentiments of a Woman in Her Boudoir]
【Feelings of a young woman in her boudoir: This often stems from the feelings of a relatively introverted girl who has not communicated with others for many years, yet repeatedly imagines and dreams about someone she cares about.】
[Effect: Randomly extracts one thought from the person being thought of; the effect depends on the person's feelings towards you.]
Finally, one path was completed, and he directly experienced the benefits that Deacon Wei had mentioned.
The lotus flower in my consciousness was finally fully outlined, with the first row of petals blooming, as if dyed a delicate pink, shining brightly.
At the same time, he felt the constraints that hindered his intellectual growth due to incomplete brain development were fading, and his brain was developing faster and faster.
Meanwhile, in Shenji Tianyan's perception.
The color of "Tangled Threads" suddenly changed to a delicate pinkish-peach color, and at the same time, his perception greatly improved!
[Dao Hui: 88→114]
It jumped 26 points in a row, almost as big as that time when the gods enlightened us!
It is due to the enhanced perception of emotions or other subtle details that are not easily captured by the "connecting threads and knots" technique.
He can now more easily perceive and observe not only the emotional bubbles of many non-blood-related people.
Three new skills have been added.
[Borrowing Fate: You can see some strange causes and effects and collect them]
【Connection: You can forcibly link the cause and effect of objects or events together and remotely activate corresponding abilities】
Oh, so it's the God of Fate.
Is this what is meant by perfecting one subject leading to an enhanced innate talent?
It seems that instead of giving him a new talent, they greatly enhanced what he already had.
Jiang Yun tried to use the Xuanji to assist in sensing "Tangled Threads and Clumps" again, and sure enough, the description had changed.
Strengthening 'Entwined Silk' with Xuanji will grant it the new skills 'Seed of Fate' and 'Seizing Fate'.
[Planting a Seed of Fate: Your abilities are destined to align with mine. You will be able to discover a target whose abilities resonate with yours, plant a seed of affinity to help them develop their abilities, and at the same time, you will reap the corresponding insights.]
【Seizing Fate: You can forcibly reclaim the fate you have sown, causing a strong impact on the other party】
At the same time, the color of his fetal target also changed, and this time it even had a title.
[Fetus: Spiritual Embryo (Blue)]
Hmm, it seems that the so-called color is indeed a mark of his evaluation at the birth stage, and the advancement of 'Threading and Knotting' should be the achievement feedback of 'Nourishing Spirit Embryo'.
I wonder what the highest level of praise is? A divine fetus? A purple Qilin fetus?
His thoughts gradually drifted away.