Chapter 22: Ambushed

Before going to school today, Li Mochen made a wish to the 'Divine Sky Fortune Purple Gold Pagoda': he wanted to obtain a sum of extra money as quickly as possible, through legal means.

This was not because he wanted to gain without effort through such means, but rather to conduct a test.

He wanted to try whether this 'Divine Sky Fortune Purple Gold Pagoda' still worked after being transported to another world, and how much of its power remained.

Although Li Mochen guessed that the effect of constant luck was still active on him, human luck is not visible to the naked eye. Even though Li Mochen had once attained Mahayana, he still could not measure it. So he could only test this 'Divine Sky Fortune Purple Gold Pagoda' through this clumsy method.

But up until now, he had yet to see any sign of that extra money.

Had this treasure already lost its power? After changing worlds, could it no longer interfere with human fortune?

If so, that would be truly regrettable. Li Mochen considered himself not dependent on this object, but without the 'Divine Sky Fortune Purple Gold Pagoda', his time to restore his cultivation to its former state would be delayed by at least several years.

Just as Li Mochen was torn between hope and fear, the history teacher finally arrived, late.

Yet Li Mochen still found it very boring. This teacher was erudite, citing various sources during the lecture and adding much extracurricular content, which was very brilliant and engaging.

However, Li Mochen mastered the technique of multitasking; by sparing just a tiny bit of attention, he could fully grasp everything the lecturer said.

So he simply took out his math and physics textbooks and studied them carefully.

The original host was an excellent student, and Li Mochen felt it necessary to maintain this. He was very interested in what this world called the Ivy League.

—This was a Division I sports league under the NCAA, composed of eight universities in the northeastern region of America. All members were top-tier prestigious schools, the ivory towers dreamed of by almost all American students. This was also what the original host had diligently pursued, especially the Yale School of Management.

The latter believed it would help him gain connections, even a stepping stone into high society.

The original host's father was quite talented in business. But after his company crossed the threshold of five million gold shields in annual revenue, it could no longer expand and suffered several setbacks, nearly falling into bankruptcy.

Perhaps it was because Li Chunchu often lamented to his wife about lacking connections and being unable to integrate into America's true high society that the original host developed such a wish.

What interested Li Mochen were the libraries of these eight universities. They should be among the most vast, rich, and comprehensive repositories of knowledge in the current world.

Having experienced two world wars and the colonial wars in the East, America had plundered the entire world, bringing a vast number of Eastern and Western documents and various rare books back to America. This also made America's magical professions extremely prosperous, with demigods and legends emerging endlessly, and its military might ranking first in the world.

Li Mochen very much wanted to see for himself; this would help him grasp this world's cultivation system and increase his own accumulation of Dao.

Of course, he didn't think he absolutely had to enroll in those top universities, but he believed he needed to retain the right to choose.

Moreover, he was genuinely interested in this world's mathematics, chemistry, physics, and other knowledge.

Li Mochen had always believed that the way of calculation aids in mastering talisman arrays and spells. And here in the West, they had undoubtedly gone a step further. They were even attempting to analyze the fundamental mysteries of this world based on mathematics and to understand the composition of matter.

Li Mochen did not think the civilization of the Primordial Vault Realm was inferior, but he had to admit that Western civilization in this world was indeed outstanding.

The cultivation world of the Primordial Vault Realm inherited the accumulated experience of past generations, while Westerners directly analyzed the root causes—this was the essential difference between the two, and also what he believed he must learn.

So after the fourth class, Li Mochen hastily ate a piece of bread and two sausages in the cafeteria and then headed straight to the library. He planned to borrow some books from the library as daily homework for the afternoon and evening after returning home.

The library of Linden Academy was divided into two parts: the outer and inner sections. All teachers and students could borrow books from the outer library, but the inner library required certain qualifications. Only senior teachers and a few specially permitted students were allowed entry.

Although this was just a middle school library, after centuries of accumulation by Linden Academy, there were still many good things inside. Just the rumored hundreds of meditation methods were enough to make one drool. It was said that there were also dozens of supreme Daoist secret texts from the East, purchased from the Eastern ancient kingdom by the ancestors of the Linden family over two hundred years ago.

In that era of war, dozens of immortal sects on the Eastern continent were destroyed, and a large number of Daoist texts were scattered. Nearly sixty percent of them eventually flowed to America.

What interested Li Mochen were precisely these Eastern cultivation methods and those meditation methods. They could broaden his horizons and provide inspiration and theoretical foundation for his next step in improving the 'Dual Element Mysterious Transformation Method'.

But just after Li Mochen left the teaching building, he was surrounded on a small path leading to the library.

These were seven students dressed as black men, all with strangely styled hair. Two of them wore various rings and exposed the wolf tooth necklaces on their chests without restraint.

Li Mochen's lips twitched slightly. He thought that William had guessed wrong; these Blood Fang people clearly couldn't wait until after school.

"Hello! We meet again, you son of a bitch! You were pretty cocky today, huh? Daring to lay hands on our Hancock? You've got some nerve."

Li Mochen's expression instantly turned cold. With almost no expression on his face, he slowly drew the steel sword from the sword bag behind him.

"Listen, I'll give you a chance now. Kneel down and apologize to me! Take back what came out of your dog mouths, and I'll pretend today never happened."

He was already itching for a fight, barely able to suppress the original host's desire to throw punches. When he heard the words 'son of a bitch,' he lost control even more. Countless violent thoughts flooded his mind. He wanted to beat these people one by one, to smash their bones!

These little bastards had clearly touched the original host's sore spot.

"What did you just say?"

The several black students were clearly surprised. After exchanging glances, their faces showed disbelief.

"Hey boy? Do you know what you're saying? Fuck, fuck you, you want us to kneel and apologize? Are you serious, boy?"

Another person had already picked up a steel pipe from somewhere: "I feel like this guy's head must have been kicked by a donkey. Let's just do it directly. Hancock said just break one of his hands, but I think that's not enough. I want to stick his head in the toilet."

But just then, a delicate shout suddenly came from beside them: "What are you doing? This is school! You're not allowed to bully classmates!"

Perhaps because the voice was too pleasant, or too unexpected, everyone present, including Li Mochen, turned their heads to look in the direction of the voice.

It was a steep slope, where two girls were looking down from above.