Chapter 3: Master of Predicting Exam Questions

Qiu Yuan observed the students for a while. After confirming that no one was slacking off, he entered the chamber once more and retrieved a file marked “Class Two, Third Year” from a cabinet.

After flipping through more than ten pages, he found the information he wanted.

Under the “Name” field were two characters—

Cheng Han.

Qiu Yuan muttered to himself,

“Twelve years ago, both parents unfortunately died in an encounter with a ‘Weird Demon,’ after which he was taken in by the ‘Jici Orphanage’… Half a year ago, he passed the orphanage’s assessment and moved out early. The government even assigned him a residence.

“The assessment isn’t easy. Most orphans fail it and can only leave after turning sixteen. Yet this kid managed it before even reaching thirteen. That’s rather impressive.”

After reading the file, Qiu Yuan chuckled softly.

“During the last meditation class, Cheng Han’s observation result was only thirty-nine seconds, but this time it increased by so much.

“I’ve taught meditation classes for over twenty years. In all my memories, there have only been nine students whose results ever improved by more than two seconds in a single leap.

“Among them, four eventually became Warriors. Yet this kid increased by a full three seconds in one go. His chances of becoming a Warrior in the future are quite high.”

Qiu Yuan pulled out a fountain pen and drew a triangular symbol in the upper-right corner.

“Let’s classify this kid as a key observation target.”

Within the Tai’an Minor Spirit Realm’s Black Armor Army, there were a total of four battle regiments.

However, very few people knew that the regiments were not entirely united. In many areas, they competed fiercely with one another.

Selecting new talent was one such area.

Every meditation teacher in every middle school secretly served one of the battle regiments and carried the responsibility of scouting promising recruits.

Inside the meditation chamber.

Cheng Han began studying the True Flame Residual Seal.

After observing carefully, he discovered that within the core of the sphere of light were mysterious thread-like structures. However, most of them were incomplete.

Cheng Han muttered inwardly,

“Could this be the true nature of a ‘Residual Seal’? By extension, could Origin Sense Seals and Body Tempering Seals also fundamentally consist of this kind of light-thread structure?”

Personally, he thought the possibility was extremely high.

Cheng Han focused his spirit upon the True Flame Residual Seal.

The sphere of light suddenly flickered, and mysterious knowledge surged out from within it. Naturally, he came to understand the object’s function.

After digesting the information, he was overjoyed.

“An Origin Sense Seal can only sense Origin Energy, but this thing is far more useful than that.”

Cheng Han attempted to activate the True Flame Residual Seal.

As though sensing its master’s will, the sphere of light suddenly expanded and began automatically drawing in spiritual power.

In an instant, a warm current appeared within his body out of nowhere, spreading throughout his limbs and bones. His entire body immediately became pleasantly warm, as though soaking in comforting heat.

With another thought from him, the sphere of light returned to normal, and the warm current stopped.

Cheng Han suddenly understood.

“The True Flame Residual Seal was produced by analyzing the sun, so it can generate thermal energy just like the sun itself. The ‘Flame’ in its name probably comes from that.

“Even in its incomplete state, it already possesses such effects. If it were completed, it would probably have even more abilities.”

One hour later.

Ding-ling!

Qiu Yuan shook the bell in his hand.

This signified the end of meditation class.

Many students sprang to their feet as though fleeing a disaster, hurriedly packing away their cushions before staggering out of the meditation chamber.

This was perfectly normal.

Maintaining the same sitting posture for such a long time naturally caused numbness in the legs.

After returning to the classroom and barely sitting down, Cheng Han immediately heard Qian Qingqing ask in a gossip-filled tone,

“Cheng Han, could Teacher Qiu secretly be your father or something?”

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“If I repeat that sentence to Teacher Qiu, how many ruler strikes do you think you’ll get?”

Qian Qingqing quickly begged for mercy.

“My bad!”

Cheng Han glanced at her but said nothing further.

The little girl changed the topic and quietly asked,

“Oh right, there’s a mathematics test in three days. Do you have any suggestions?”

Over the past half year, she had personally witnessed her deskmate’s godlike ability to predict exam questions. Especially the major problems worth the most points—he guessed correctly nine times out of ten, leaving her utterly impressed.

Of course, Cheng Han had never revealed the existence of the Omniscient Eye. Instead, he simply claimed that as long as one studied seriously, it was not difficult to guess the teachers’ exam-setting patterns.

Qian Qingqing did not forget to offer payment.

“I’ll add two more breakfasts. Including the one from before, that makes three meals total. And each one will include your favorite Qinglin Fruit. How about it?”

Qinglin Fruit was a luxury fruit in this world, priced at forty copper coins each. Ordinary families could hardly bear to buy it. The little girl’s family was clearly quite wealthy, and she often used Qinglin Fruit to repay him for his help.

Cheng Han accepted without hesitation.

“Deal.”

Focusing his spirit, he silently muttered,

“Predict the final three major questions of the exam.”

The familiar cool sensation once again spread across the top of his head, and a stream of information suddenly appeared in his mind.

His Spirit Value decreased by 0.5 points, but his proficiency did not increase.

Previously, when the skill was only Level 1, predicting exam questions still granted proficiency. But after advancing to Level 2, it no longer did so, clearly demonstrating how difficult skill advancement had become.

Cheng Han tore off a sheet of paper and quickly wrote down three questions before handing it to the little girl.

“The types will be similar, but they won’t be exactly the same. Practice them diligently, otherwise you still won’t know how to solve them when the time comes.”

He added another reminder.

“Same old rule. Don’t spread them around.”

Qian Qingqing folded up the paper, smiling brightly as she nodded.

“Understood.”

She was no fool. She knew that if the questions spread around and everyone’s grades improved, the advantage she gained from them would naturally become much smaller.

At that moment, a slightly chubby boy seated in the back row watched the two chatting and laughing together. Unable to help himself, he revealed a trace of jealousy.

At this age, most boys had already begun awakening to romance. Since Qian Qingqing was pretty and adorable, quite a few boys in the class secretly liked her.

The chubby boy stared at the girl’s fair profile and could not resist speaking up.

“Qian Qingqing, what exactly is written on that paper that makes you so happy?”

Qian Qingqing’s smile immediately faded by more than half. She replied stiffly,

“Wen Jie, what does that have to do with you?”

The slightly chubby boy named Wen Jie awkwardly laughed.

“I’m just showing concern for a classmate.”

Qian Qingqing snorted and showed him no kindness whatsoever.

“I don’t need your concern.”

Wen Jie was instantly choked speechless.

Suddenly, he issued an invitation.

“Cheng Han, the day after tomorrow is a school holiday. Some classmates and I are planning to visit South Lake. Do you want to come along?”

Cheng Han found this utterly ridiculous.

Even using his toes to think, he knew Wen Jie had definitely begun secretly resenting him. This invitation clearly carried ill intentions.

He directly met Wen Jie’s gaze while connecting to the True Flame Residual Seal.

At that instant, Wen Jie suddenly felt as though Cheng Han’s eyes had become scorching flames. His eyeballs even experienced a slight burning pain.

The chubby boy let out a low cry.

“Ah!”

He hurriedly turned his head away from Cheng Han’s gaze while instinctively shutting his eyes.

Silently, Cheng Han curled the corner of his mouth upward before turning away as well.

This was another application of the True Flame Residual Seal.

Wen Jie cautiously opened his eyes a sliver and secretly looked toward Cheng Han’s back. His expression was filled with shock and uncertainty, mixed with a trace of fear.

(End of Chapter)