Chapter 698 - 717: Progress in the Spirit Healing Department
Chapter 698: Chapter 717: Progress in the Spirit Healing Department
Let outsiders run their mouths. Her own classmates in Class A1 knew the truth. Jiang Qiuqiu, pulling strings to get in?
Her stamina might have been a bit low for Medium Armor, so what? Why didn’t those people see how she could dominate the battlefield in just a Light Armor?
Were they really that blind to the bigger picture?
The students in her class could see how hard she worked, so they constantly spoke up for Jiang Qiuqiu in their circles, cheering her on.
Jiang Qiuqiu paid no mind to the storm of rumors brewing outside.
Studying two specializations was already tiring and complicated enough. ’Who had the spare energy to deal with all that drama?’
She just steadfastly continued to learn what she wanted to learn.
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On another morning with a theory class, Jiang Qiuqiu gathered her things and headed to the professor’s apartments.
The weather was gradually getting warmer, and Jiang Qiuqiu had switched from long sleeves to short ones. All told, she had been studying Healing Spiritual Power for more than two months now.
The day before yesterday, she had spent nearly eight hours in front of Dean Zhu, officially compressing half the spiritual power in her Spirit Sea into threads and demonstrating her recent progress.
Dean Zhu was delighted.
He stated frankly, "Qiuqiu, your strength lies not only in your talent, but also in that spirit of yours."
"When I was your age, I couldn’t even begin to compare to you."
"You’ve already become a qualified Spirit Healing Master." Her level was just still quite low, that was all.
After she had officially passed the entry stage, Dean Zhu began the next phase of her training: practical application.
Just knowing these simple techniques wasn’t enough. To truly become a top-tier Healer, she had to master her own way.
In other words, for her upcoming lessons, Jiang Qiuqiu would have to cook.
Originally, Dean Zhu had suggested they use his place, but after some thought, Jiang Qiuqiu proposed using the small house Mrs. Ai’er had left for her.
Anywhere was fine; Dean Zhu wasn’t picky about it. And so, their lesson venue shifted from the Spirit Healing Department office to her apartment in the professor’s complex.
The place was well-stocked with ingredients.
There were very few restrictions for this practice; she just had to cook as she normally would.
However, there were a few things to keep in mind: she couldn’t let her mind go blank, she had to constantly maintain a happy and joyful state, and she had to control the conversion of her spiritual power into Healing Spiritual Power.
She had to control her frequency, increase her output, and reduce dissipation—
At present, aside from the first point—maintaining a happy and joyful state, which Jiang Qiuqiu excelled at—she couldn’t manage any of the others.
"It’s too dispersed!"
"Look around the room. Can’t you feel it? Your spiritual power is everywhere."
"Doesn’t that bother you?" Dean Zhu shook his head. "This is all useless spiritual power. Completely wasted."
"Don’t deliberately slow down. You’ll get distracted, and that will affect the results."
Dean Zhu’s voice practically became the background music for Jiang Qiuqiu’s cooking.
Finally, after much effort, the meal was ready.
Then came the taste test.
Dean Zhu didn’t comment on the flavor of the dishes.
After all—
The dishes had just been served, the plates piled high, and then a moment later, they were wiped clean.
Dean Zhu’s chopsticks were a blur, and he ate just as fast. This was a man who was normally too lazy to eat, subsisting on Nutrient Liquid day in and day out, but now...
He swallowed a mouthful of savory braised beef, the flavor lingering in his mouth. "This one’s no good. The Healing Power is too dispersed. We’ve tested your Healing Spiritual Power... it’s incredibly abundant. This beef doesn’t reflect that. You didn’t even use fifty percent of your potential."
His chopsticks darted toward the fried pork cutlet on the other side. CRUNCH, CRUNCH. The crispy, fragrant cutlet was the kind of food that made you want to wolf down a whole bowl of rice. Dean Zhu took a breath. "This one’s no good either."
"Were you distracted while making this? I feel like it’s even worse than the last dish," he said, all the while attacking the food with his chopsticks.