Chapter 77: The Trinity of Becoming a God - Part 2: Dark Angel

  When the beautiful assistant hung sixty bells, Old Master Nine lightly raised his hand, and the beautiful assistant quietly retreated. Old Master Nine focused all his attention on blowing a mouthful of air between his hands, and everyone's eyes in the room were fixed on Old Master Nine's hands, while Old Master Nine's eyes were fixed on the wooden man. There was only one exception, which was Ye Qing, whose eyes were fixed on Mina in front of him.

  Jiu Ye's hands were as smooth and lustrous as jade, just like a pair of 28-year-old girl's hands. It was really unknown how he took care of them. Of course, everyone discussed this afterwards. At the time, everyone held their breath to see how Jiu Ye would pickpocket money from the wooden man with sixty bells.

  No one saw how Jiuye stole the money except for Ye Qing, who was simultaneously throwing Mina into the Green Leaf World and admiring Jiuye's performance with his peripheral vision. Ye Qing's evaluation was that as a mortal, Jiuye's pickpocketing skills were still unparalleled.

  Everyone fell silent for a full ten seconds, and then there was thunderous applause. A minute later, an alarm sounded in the venue, "Everyone please be quiet, do not go out, our hostess Mina has gone missing!"

  An hour later, Jiuzi announced his retirement, saying that he was old and that this world belonged to the young. Someone had stolen Mina from him without him even noticing, which was proof that he was indeed old and needed to retire.

  In the US, a state of emergency was declared and a global manhunt was launched, with a reward of $100 million for information leading to the whereabouts of Vice President Mina. Many secret organizations came forward claiming responsibility, but there was no concrete evidence, just a publicity stunt.

  Ye Qing naturally took Mina to the hell of no interval, and Mina was actually the fifth generation successor of Einstein's school, just like Ya Sheng Mengzi was the fourth generation successor of Confucius. The few generations in between were unable to inherit, until Mina's sudden appearance, who inherited Einstein's theory of space-time transfer.

  When Mina learned that her master, Einstein, had died in an experiment more than two days ago, she was naturally overcome with emotion and cooperated fully with the operation of the time machine. As Mina quickly inputted one complex command after another, the time machine, which even Einstein could not conquer, emitted a pleasant sound: "Time machine ready. Can restore everything inside the time machine to three days ago!"

  As everyone watched the minced meat of Einstein's brain disappear inside the time machine, everyone's heart was in their throat. Ye Qing was also nervously rubbing his hands, if Mina failed, then his own mission would be ruined too, and he might even have to die with Einstein, what a ridiculous situation.

  After a stick of incense, the transparent warehouse of the time machine suddenly turned pitch black. That was true blackness, all light would be absorbed, and no diffuse reflection would occur. According to Mina's explanation afterwards, it was a black hole produced by the time machine when it reversed the flow of time. A moment later, a naked young man appeared in the transparent warehouse of the time machine, and everyone cheered.

  The happiest one was Ye Qing, who successfully completed the task and not only got the title of Little Broken King, but also received a reward of 1,000 fans' value and ten attribute points. Moreover, the new system generously gave Ye Qing three days off, making him so happy that he cried.

  Ye Qing unhesitatingly added all ten attribute points to the strength of his divine sense, only a clever brain could keep itself safe and complete more tasks.

  Then a thousand fans' worth of value was all absorbed into the body, ah, ah, ah, cool, except for being cool it's still cool, every single pore felt cool!

  The refreshing smile of Ye Qing, like a foolish infatuation, moved the newly revived Einstein for a long time. And Mina also hugged Ye Qing like a little girl, thanking him repeatedly, and Ye Qing naturally received two more fan points and one beautiful female fan point. With the addition of these two fan points, Ye Qing didn't have any reaction anymore, it can be seen that happy things are still better with a steady flow.

  Ye Qing naturally returned to school, after all, there was still Teacher Hao's class tomorrow. And his own, although he had instructed Wu Dalang to update one chapter every day, but, heaven knows how bad it would be.

  Three days later, Ye Qing received a call from Qin Jie, saying that Einstein had just turned into minced meat in another experiment, and Mina had officially taken over Einstein's position. However, Mina insisted on mourning for three months, otherwise, she said she couldn't do anything, which made Ye Qing sigh!

  It seems that defying the heavens, although enjoyable, still requires strength as a backing. Ye Qing worked even harder, human life was too fragile, almost like ants, his own cultivation career was to change this point, since this world had his existence, it must be turned upside down, otherwise, did this world still have any reason to continue existing? Whoever blocks me, I'll take their life!

  Ye Qing had Ma Xiu follow the car to repair, and in his own dormitory, he really couldn't accommodate these two pests. Ye Qing opened the computer, hoping for a large number of fans to appear, frantically clicking, but, after having clicked frantically to 100,000 points, it has now returned to the speed of a snail crawling, it's really unknown what kind of ghost Wu Dala is playing with, or if he took his own task as farting.

  Wu Dalang and others looked at Ye Qing with drooling, Ye Qing had to take them to the VIP restaurant, while admiring the swimsuit beauties, they ate and drank their fill, and had a good spirit in the afternoon to listen to class.

  Wu Dalang enjoyed the show, enjoyed the food, and after lunch, he naturally patted his belly and took the initiative to occupy a spot. Now, Mr. Hao's class has been upgraded to a large public class, not only will it last for an entire afternoon, but it will also be held in the grand auditorium. The concept of small classrooms has been completely abolished, so those who arrive late can only stand and listen.

  In the afternoon, Ye Qing and others also went very early, but it was already crowded. Wu Dalang, this foolish guy, actually had a set of skills for grabbing seats, and he grabbed seven seats in the first row with one breath. Now Wu Dalang can be considered as being wealthy and arrogant. He found six diligent and thrifty school brothers, each giving them 100 yuan to occupy the seats.

  Ye Qing and they sat down under the scornful gaze of everyone, but soon everyone's attention was drawn over there, naturally, it was Teacher Hao who had appeared.

  Ye Qing felt that Mr. Hao was particularly elegant today, wearing a crisp Animax suit, with a standard 3-7 split hairstyle, and a slender and handsome face. Every gesture he made showed his scholarly demeanor.

  Many girls have started screaming crazily, what kind of class is this? It's like a pop star has come to give a concert. Some girls are even more exaggerated, holding up Teacher Hao's portrait and shouting loudly: "Teacher Hao, I love you..."

  Teacher Hao's face wore a trademark faint smile, and he let out two gentle whoops to test the sound quality of the miniature wireless microphone. This class was absolutely impossible to listen to, it was completely a personal idolization, Teacher Hao just let out those two whoops, and already some female students were screaming hysterically and clutching their hair.

  Mr. Hao slightly raised his voice: "Classmates! Friends! God created light, I said opposition, and thus there was darkness! Today's theme is the second part of the Trinity of Becoming a God, the Dark Angel!"

  Wow, ah ah ah...... slap slap slap......

  I believe that through your perception of the great god's heart, you have attempted to become a top-notch rotten person and should have gained something. However, that is still 108,000 miles away from becoming a god.

  You should have heard of "ten years of hard work under the stage", "ten years of bitter study by the cold window" and "ten years of sharpening a sword". However, you should also have heard another saying: "Listening to one's words is better than reading ten years' worth of books!"

  Wow, great! Slap slap slap......

  Today, I am Wen Shuang, the one who is going to give a speech. At the very least, I can surpass you who have read books for ten years. Because what I'm talking about is the key path to becoming a god. If you listen carefully and do it seriously, you will naturally avoid many detours. If I, Wen Shuang, could have heard such a lesson ten years ago, that would be great. But you still have this opportunity, unless you are deaf or stupid, you won't give up on this chance to attend the lecture.

  Clap clap clap......

  Stop, I hope everyone can bear the silence. If you are excited again and applaud, our class will not be able to continue. I, Wen Shuang, allow you to applaud once before the end of the class. Whoever applauds again, I, Wen Shuang, will think that you cannot bear the silence, and then there is no need for you to listen to the class anymore.

  Everyone heard that applause was not allowed. Some of the kids who were really too excited started slapping their faces, fortunately, Teacher Hao did not prohibit face-slapping and hair-pulling.

  As usual, we take online creation as an example. However, classmates with insight can naturally hear the implication that truth can be applied universally and is not limited to online creation!

  When you are posting everywhere to recruit people and being disgusting, when your posts are deleted and accounts banned, when you appear and make people despise, what do you think? Wuda Lang student, please tell me what you think.

  Here is the translation:

  Wu Dalang scratched his butt, saw Hao teacher frowning, and then switched to another hand to take over the phone: "Let's start, I Wu Dalang initially felt a bit embarrassed, but since I trampled my dignity underfoot and scattered my integrity on the ground, I've become numb. Until just now when I heard Teacher Hao's question, I suddenly woke up with a start - who was the first to wake up from this dream? How much longer will Wu Dalang remain numb? An author without dignity is no different from a walking corpse, how can he possibly create works that are full of life and vitality? I think my reputation can be hidden in darkness from now on!

  Mr. Hao nodded in approval, thanking Wu Dalang for his heartfelt words. I think that when we recklessly send out book advertisements everywhere, we all have the same psychological experience as Wu Dalang. It can be said that a writer who has not experienced this is not a perfect writer. Even if you are extremely lucky and become a god without ever sending out advertisements, a god who lacks this step of becoming a god is still a god with heart demons. They may ultimately be unable to resist their own heart demons and fall from the altar, even those brilliant writers' suicides are related to their own heart demons. Please remember this, all literature lovers.

  Being a scumbag is equivalent to worldly practice, while being a dark angel is equivalent to transcendent cultivation.

  That kind of loneliness, that kind of external interference, when you go further up, the pressure you encounter will be greater. When your work has tens of thousands of people every day, especially when they pay for the genuine version, you will have tremendous pressure, and there is no more casualness and carefreeness as before.

  The external praise and applause, the various social niceties, will weigh down on you like a mountain. But what's even more frightening is that you'll be unable to continue surpassing yourself.

  Readers' expectations of you are getting higher and higher, when your influence grows bigger, a small flaw will be infinitely magnified by people with ulterior motives to discredit and attack you.

  Under such immense internal and external pressure, you either rise to the challenge or get crushed. Many excellent writers have fallen under this kind of internal and external pressure.

  And what we're going to talk about today, the Dark Angel, is exactly the solution to your sublimation problem. After listening to my lesson, I believe that students with a sense of enlightenment here will be one step closer to becoming a god.