The Secret to Picking Up Girls

At eleven o'clock at night, Zhang Yuze opened his eyes. His daily cultivation was essential. Although the Submerged Dragon True Arts had broken through to the third level, the path of cultivation was one where you either advance or regress, or rather, it was like sailing against the current. Only through daily diligence and hard work could one achieve progress. Moreover, Zhang Yuze had now developed the habit of cultivating the skills taught to him by the masked master in his sea of consciousness every day. Zhang Yuze now called the masked man "Master." Judging from the impression he had given him last time, Zhang Yuze had concluded in his heart that he had no malicious intent towards him. Besides, the masked man had, after all, imparted skills to him. In any case, it was not an exaggeration for him to respectfully call him "Master."

Especially the moves he had taught him, their power was truly astonishing! The Great Dragon Slash alone had wiped out those two pretentious guys. Zhang Yuze thought to himself that although his cultivation was considered decent, if he had to rely on his own strength to deal with those two guys, it would be okay if he wasn't killed by them. If it weren't for cultivating the moves that this masked master had taught him, he probably would have had to go and reunite with his grandmother that day. However, the masked master's intentions puzzled Zhang Yuze greatly. Who exactly was he? Why did he want to teach him skills? This was a question that had been bothering Zhang Yuze all along.

"Spirit of the Book, who do you think that person is? Why is he so mysteriously teaching me skills?" After pondering for a long time without finding an answer, Zhang Yuze couldn't help but enter his sea of consciousness.

In Zhang Yuze's sea of consciousness, the Spirit of the Book had created a virtual house, along with some flowers and plants. Zhang Yuze found it amusing, it seemed that the Spirit of the Book was planning to settle here for a long time.

Seeing Zhang Yuze enter, the Spirit of the Book also walked out of the house, stretching lazily, looking as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Buddha said it cannot be spoken..." The Spirit of the Book conjured a chair in Zhang Yuze's sea of consciousness, sat down comfortably, and even conjured an apple to munch on, shaking his head while looking at Zhang Yuze.

"My Buddha your old mother... Could it be that you don't know either?" Zhang Yuze said to the Spirit of the Book with disdain.

"You don't need to use reverse psychology on me. When it's time to say something, I will say it even if you don't ask me. If it's not the right time to say something, it's the same no matter how much you beg me." The Spirit of the Book rolled his eyes at Zhang Yuze with disdain.

Zhang Yuze was very displeased with the Spirit of the Book's pretentious appearance. In the next moment, a very smug smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yuze's mouth.

Suddenly, the Spirit of the Book, who was biting into the apple, suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did the taste in his mouth feel strange? On second thought, he realized that what he was biting on was not an apple, but a fragrant, steaming chicken leg.

As if he had been stepped on, the Spirit of the Book immediately changed his expression drastically, clutching his neck and vomiting violently on the side.

Zhang Yuze was very pleased with the Spirit of the Book's current embarrassed appearance. He knew that the Spirit of the Book was a vegetarian, a follower of Buddhism. Usually, not to mention meat, he wouldn't even touch oil. Now that Zhang Yuze had pranked him like this, it really harmed him. You must know that this was in Zhang Yuze's sea of consciousness, Zhang Yuze was the master here, the god here, and could create anything at will. Of course, the things created were only virtual and not real, but it was enough for the Spirit of the Book, haha.