Chapter 67

In front of Song Shuhang, there was only one middle-aged man who looked like an office worker hurrying along. He held a briefcase in his left hand and was reaching into his pocket for his phone with his right hand.

Just as he was taking out his phone, Song Shuhang saw a wad of cash fall out and land on the ground. However, the man didn't notice and continued walking away quickly.

"Hey, Uncle, wait a moment," Song Shuhang quickly came to the money and picked up the wad of cash. It was over 150 yuan, crumpled into a ball.

He had always been willing to help others. In this boring and uninteresting world, helping others within his means had once been one of the few joys in Song Shuhang's life.

Even now that he had entered the more exciting 'cultivator world,' he still wouldn't easily give up the pleasure of helping others.

The office worker turned around and looked at Song Shuhang with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle, your money fell!" Song Shuhang called out, holding up the money.

The man stared at Song Shuhang and the money in his hand, looking grateful.

But suddenly, his expression of gratitude turned to one of fear.

"Is this a scam?" the man muttered. "Not long after I learned to use the internet, I saw online that if someone drops money or picks up money and says it's yours, it's a scam. Don't bother, this old trick won't fool me."

With that, the man quickly walked away.

Song Shuhang's hearing, enhanced after his body tempering, was excellent. He heard every word the man muttered.

"Uncle, I'm not a scammer, it's really your money. Check your pocket!" Song Shuhang called out.

But the man's expression changed even more. He started jogging and soon disappeared—little brat, trying to scam me, you're still too young!

Song Shuhang stood there, holding the money, feeling quite foolish.

After a while, he calmly put the money in his pocket.

If something that others don't want, and he picks it up, shouldn't it be his?

But that's not quite right... because, if someone throws away their wife in a fit of anger, and bachelors pick her up, it shouldn't count as theirs, right?

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7:30 AM

This was the time for the first class of the morning.

Song Shuhang's mind was completely unable to focus on the class.

He propped up a thick textbook to use as a shield and then logged into the Nine Provinces Number One Group's group space, finding the article "Preliminary Research on the Optimization of Mental Energy Application—Drunken Moon Scholar."

In university classes, professors don't care whether you are paying attention or playing with your phone.

But don't be like Tubo, who, while playing with his phone during class, liked to give likes to the posts and pictures the professors shared. When professors occasionally posted something to vent their teaching stress, giving a like at that moment was a big no-no.

Was it to express that the professor wasn't teaching well and was instead posting on social media during class?

Doing such a stupid thing would make even the most broad-minded professor angry.

"Indeed, as Senior Medicine Master said, these are all easy-to-master little tricks," Song Shuhang thought to himself after reading Drunken Moon Scholar's research report.

Why not try these mental energy application tricks while there's time?

Song Shuhang was always someone who acted on impulse.

Cultivators mainly use mental energy to control and guide external spiritual energy and internal energy. But mental energy is a vast treasure, and using it only to guide and control energy seems too wasteful.

Each sect has its own secret techniques for developing and applying mental energy. Some special mental techniques, when used, can be bizarre and have a destructive power even stronger than some spells or martial arts. When one's internal energy is depleted but mental energy remains, mental techniques can be the decisive factor in victory.

Drunken Moon Scholar's mental energy application mainly optimized three initial mental energy usage tricks.

These included spreading mental energy comprehensively or to a specific location to create a 'reconnaissance' effect.

Another technique kept mental energy in a weakly active state, allowing one to remain 'alert' and also conceal one's aura.

Of course, keeping mental energy active all the time is not easy, especially during sleep, so mastering this technique requires a lot of practice.

The last technique involved releasing mental energy in a burst to overwhelm the opponent, creating mental pressure—this could only be used to bully the weak. If the opponent's mental energy is stronger, your pressure would be a joke, feeling like a gentle breeze with no impact.

Reconnaissance, alertness, and pressure—these were the optimized tricks studied by Drunken Moon Scholar, which even a Foundation Establishment cultivator who had just started practicing mental energy could use.

Moreover, these mental energy application tricks were easy to learn, like someone who has learned to use a computer and then learns to play games on it, finding it quite easy.

"Since I have time now, I might as well give it a try," Song Shuhang thought, feeling a strong urge to act.

After all, except for the last mental pressure technique, 'mental reconnaissance' and 'alertness' wouldn't affect others. Even if he used them during class, it wouldn't cause any problems.

Thinking and doing, Song Shuhang secretly circulated the "True Self Meditation Sutra." In his mind, his true self sat cross-legged, concentrating his mental energy into a pure form.

Then, following Drunken Moon Scholar's mental energy tricks, Song Shuhang gradually spread his mental energy.

The first time using the 'mental reconnaissance' technique, Song Shuhang couldn't focus his mental energy on a specific location and could only let it spread in all directions to the maximum distance.

At full spread, his mental energy could cover an irregular circle with a radius of about five meters.

He closed his eyes, and the things within five meters gradually appeared in his mind.

However, only larger objects, at least the size of a textbook, could be sensed. Small creatures like ants or cockroaches were still beyond his detection.

Moreover, the images he sensed were very abstract, like photos taken with a 300-pixel (not 3000) camera, with blurry faces that were hard to recognize.

"Is it because my mental energy is still too weak?" Song Shuhang thought. Perhaps when his mental energy was a hundred or even a thousand times stronger, he could use the 'mental reconnaissance' technique to see everyone's faces clearly.

And when his mental energy was even stronger, he might even be able to see through things?

While he was thinking, the classmates within five meters of Song Shuhang shivered involuntarily.

"Is it cold? Why do I feel a deep chill and malice?"

"I feel like someone is staring at me with an evil gaze."

"I feel like I'm being stripped naked."

"I have the same feeling, it's really disgusting." A female classmate quietly tightened her collar, feeling uncomfortable.

Song Shuhang's mouth twitched, and he quickly retracted the 'mental reconnaissance' technique.

Learning to use a computer and then playing games isn't hard, but becoming a gaming expert requires time and effort. Song Shuhang was the same; learning these tricks wasn't difficult, but mastering them thoroughly wasn't easy.

After retracting his mental energy, Song Shuhang felt a slight mental fatigue. His mental energy had just formed yesterday and was still weak, so he couldn't sustain the 'mental reconnaissance' technique for long.

After resting for a moment and feeling his mental energy recover somewhat, Song Shuhang tried the 'alertness' trick.

This trick was even easier to master. After stimulating his mental energy to an active state, Song Shuhang felt himself in a very special state.

Whether it was the gentle breeze from the window brushing against his body, the heat radiating from his classmates, or the sound waves from their speech, anything that touched him—whether wind, sound, or heat—could be sensed.

However, this 'alertness' state lasted less than ten seconds before Song Shuhang's mental energy's active state disappeared due to a sudden emotional stir.