My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 1 1. The world of high martial arts, mirrors of the heavens
"This is a math class. Everyone, please listen carefully and don't slack off. Even if you can't become an immortal, you can still get ahead by studying cultural classes well."

"As long as you have good academic performance, you can find a good job in an ordinary company and live a happy and ordinary life. Although you are not as tall as those cultivators, you can still live a life that is superior to others."

The teacher stood on the podium, pointed at a series of mathematical formulas on the blackboard, and explained various mathematical problems boringly.

Under the stage, a group of students were already half lying down, without any fighting spirit. They were all like dead flowers, unable to raise any energy.

"We are already in an extraordinary era, why do we still need to learn these boring mathematical formulas and take these useless cultural classes?" The deskmate wailed for a while.

Zhao Xuanqi replied calmly: "Because we have no money, and our family does not have the money to support us in entering the expensive extraordinary class. Moreover, the most important point is that we do not have strong cultivation qualifications. Our talents are too poor. Even if we practice, we will not be able to do it." Just a piece of trash.”

He raised his head and looked at the extraordinary class next door practicing spells outside the playground. The depression in his heart turned into a stale breath and he couldn't help but sigh.

Even if you travel through time, you still can't escape the fate of the bottom.

The world he traveled through was a modern world of high martial arts, where strong men could conquer the world, possess countless magical powers, and live a life that everyone envied.

When I read novels in the past, I often fantasized that I would travel to a fantasy world, practice and become stronger, and do all kinds of pretense to get slapped in the face.

However, when he actually traveled through time, reality slapped him hard in the face.

In this world, cultivation requires qualifications. Without strong qualifications, you will not be able to learn spells at all, and you will not be able to successfully understand even the most basic extraordinary secrets.

Even if the simplest secret book is placed in front of you, you can't understand what it says or what is written.

If your cultivation qualifications are strong, the state will let you attend the extraordinary class for free. If you are weak, you will have to pay for it at your own expense.

If you don't have strong qualifications and have a powerful family, that's fine. You can buy resources to help you cleanse and cut your marrow, and then spend money to join an extraordinary class to learn spells. With a large amount of resource support, you may not lag behind those with strong qualifications.

As for ordinary people, who have no qualifications, no power, and no money to go to extraordinary classes, they can only go to an ordinary school and stay in ordinary classes to learn cultural knowledge.

Students with good grades will find a job in a company of ordinary people after graduation and live a decent life in the eyes of ordinary people. Students with bad grades will still have to go to the factory and work on the endless assembly line.

The world seems to have changed, but it seems like nothing has changed.

The class that Zhao Xuanqi is in is an ordinary class. The students in it are all powerless people. At the same time, their cultivation qualifications are low, and they are destined to become only ordinary people in their lives, one of the lowest among thousands of people.

With good luck, you can live your life peacefully.

If you are unlucky, once you offend a transcendent, you will be killed without even knowing how you died.

Everyone was already laid out and lying on the table. Not a few of them were paying attention to the lecture, but they all looked absent-minded.

Fortunately for Zhao Xuanqi, after all, he has been reborn once. It is not a big loss for a person in his 30s to be reborn as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

He could patiently study cultural knowledge, but the teenagers next to him were depressed. They looked out the window at the extraordinary class who were learning spells, and their eyes were filled with envy.

Especially my deskmate, who was extremely distracted, and asked the people around him with open mind: "When only cold weapons are allowed to be used, do you think three strong ordinary people can defeat Liu, Guan, and Zhang in ancient times? "

The people around them were thinking very seriously: "The ancient people were very weak, they did not have enough food and clothing, and their genes were not as evolved as modern ordinary people. If these three strong ordinary people learn some martial arts, they can definitely beat Liu Guan and Zhang San." people!"

Some people also argued: "Liu Guan and Zhang are enemies of ten thousand people. No matter how powerful you are as an ordinary person, you can't defeat one of them."

The deskmate turned around and asked Zhao Xuanqi: "What do you think?" Zhao Xuanqi was silent for a moment: "Is putting the m416 in the refrigerator considered a cold weapon?"

Deskmate:……

A group of students were in a completely bad posture. The teacher on the stage looked at this scene and wanted to persuade them. He opened his mouth but finally closed it.

These students have neither qualifications nor power, and their lifelong path is already determined. No matter how hard they work, they are just ordinary people, nothing compared to the noble extraordinary beings.

No matter how good they are at learning cultural knowledge, they will not be as good as a hair of an extraordinary person in society. Under such a blow, how many students are willing to study hard?

In this world of high martial arts where the strong are respected, showing off is the only way for ordinary people to make themselves happy.

He looked at Zhao Xuanqi with satisfaction. This student was neither arrogant nor impetuous. He was still willing to listen to cultural courses and learn all kinds of knowledge. He was considered a breath of fresh air in this class.

If Zhao Xuanqi knew the teacher's thoughts, he would only smile disdainfully.

The reason why he didn't completely destroy it was because he had a treasure called [Mirror of the Heavens] in his mind.

This treasure has been with Zhao Xuanqi since he traveled through time, carrying all his hopes.

[Mirror owner: Zhao Xuanqi]
[Lifespan: 17/60]

[Points: 29]

[Status: Not open yet]
It has been 29 days since he traveled to this world. Every day that passes, he can get a point. Now there is only one day left before the full moon. He has a feeling in his heart that after the full moon arrives, the plug-in will definitely be able to be turned on!
After class, Zhao Xuanqi returned home.

After time travel, he had a father, a mother, and a sister who was three years older than him. The family were all ordinary people.

"I'm back, let's eat first." The parents greeted.

"Okay." Zhao Xuanqi sat down and ate seriously. He looked around, but he didn't find his cheap sister at home.

"Sister didn't come back for dinner again?"

"Whatever she eats, she just knows how to fool around outside. It's hard to come back to eat a few days a month." The mother looked like she hated iron.

Zhao Xuanqi shook his head.

His sister often skipped school when she was in junior high school and hung out with some people in society. After she entered high school, she often didn't go home. She was a completely troubled girl.

But today, he didn't have the mind to worry about so much. He finished his meal quickly, then went upstairs to his room, silently waiting for the early morning.

Time passed by minute by second, and as time came to zero, the mirrors in the sky changed.

[Points +1]

[Current points 30]

As the number reached 30, the entire Heavenly Mirror erupted with a burst of golden light, and countless galaxies flashed back and forth in the mirror.

(End of this chapter)