I Have Infinite Skill Points

"Wang Lan!" Professor Zheng Gong closed his lesson plan, his voice a low shout, seemingly suppressing his fury.

Wang Lan secretly sighed, peeked his head out from behind his notebook, and then stood up.

"Are you feeling better?" Professor Zheng Gong's words immediately triggered a wave of laughter throughout the classroom.

For Star Martial Warriors, getting sick was considered a joke. Wang Lan's leave note was particularly outrageous. In the decades since Modu Star Martial Academy had opened, spanning three generations, likely no one had ever submitted such an audacious request.

I have a cold and feel unwell, I hereby request ten days of leave!

A Star Martial Warrior catching a cold? Requesting ten days off? Isn't that a joke? But what could be done? The person had already vanished, and it wasn't even possible to write 'not approved' on the leave note.

Such an outrageous leave request should never have been approved. However, someone in the teaching office—who must have had their head caught in a door—actually signed off on it. Since he couldn't vent his anger on the teaching office, he had to direct it at Wang Lan.

You've finally shown up. Excellent!

"I've recovered, thank you for your concern, Professor."

"Very well. Let's postpone today's lesson content for a bit. We'll have a quick review session to consolidate what we've previously learned. Come on, Wang Lan, come up here and assist me."

Wang Lan walked up to the podium with a wry smile, while countless pairs of bright eyes sent him their silent, sincere encouragement.

Wang Lan, hang in there! Wang Lan, you can do it!

"Let's start from the part after mirror imaging. Wang Lan, what are the key points when probing someone else's memory?"

"First, use linguistic cues to induce the target to recall relevant memories. Then, connect to the target's cerebral nerves with spiritual power, reverse-infiltrating their brain to view the desired memories."

"Besides this method, are there any others?"

"Creating illusions. If not using illusions, then use intimidation, threats, and other methods to unsettle the target's mind and create chaotic thoughts, thereby finding an entry point."

"What are the essentials for mirror imaging someone else's memory?"

"It requires synchronization of spiritual power and the simultaneous visualization of thoughts within the mindscape."

Wang Lan answered every one of Professor Zheng's questions fluently. This gradually wiped the schadenfreude from the faces of the classmates who had expected Wang Lan to be publicly humiliated, replacing it with surprise.

He really took ten days off? Are we sure he didn't attend any classes? The way he's answering so fluently, it doesn't seem like he missed anything at all!

"How do you confirm spiritual synchronization?"

"Huh?" Wang Lan looked at Professor Zheng Gong, bewildered. "Does spiritual power synchronization need confirmation? If it's synchronized, it's synchronized, isn't it?"

Finally, Professor Zheng asked a question Wang Lan couldn't answer, and a hint of satisfaction touched the professor's old face.

"Just three days ago, I emphasized that brainwave frequencies are extremely complex and unpredictable. To confirm the brainwave connection, we need precise instruments to measure the degree of connectivity. If it falls below seventy percent, the connection must be immediately severed; otherwise, it will damage the other person's brain. Unless… the other person is a spy or a traitor you are interrogating."

"But that kind of risk only exists before the brainwave connection is established. After the brainwaves are connected, wouldn't you just need to manipulate the other person's brainwaves to match your own frequency?"

Wang Lan raised this question because his Gold-level Spirit Engraving indicated this was indeed the case. Wang Lan had always considered Spirit Engraving the best method for interrogation and intelligence gathering, so he hadn't hesitated to invest his valuable skill points to upgrade it to Gold rank.

If Professor Zheng Gong knew that Wang Lan viewed Spirit Engraving as merely a tool for prying information from people's minds, he would likely be so enraged he'd drag Wang Lan before the founder's tombstone and shoot him to appease the founding master's spirit in heaven.

Wang Lan could swear on his character that he genuinely wasn't trying to argue with Professor Zheng. He was simply, humbly, voicing his confusion. Besides, isn't a teacher's job to instruct students and resolve their doubts?

However, to the other students present, his words sounded entirely different. Silently, they gave him a thumbs-up. That's our Wang Lan, alright! The lone green shoot in a field of flowers—if not a mutant bloom, then definitely a thorn among them!

"Very good!" Professor Zheng praised him emphatically. CLICK. The Folding Space equipment on his wrist emitted a dazzling glow. If Professor Zheng hadn't revealed it, who would have guessed that the ordinary-looking watch on his wrist was actually a piece of Folding Space equipment worth tens of millions?

THUD—

With a soft sound, a device resembling a smart guide robot, like one you might find at a mall elevator, appeared in the classroom.

"This is brainwave connection detection equipment, which allows one to visually observe the state of brainwave connections. The possibility you just mentioned... come, let's connect our brainwaves and see who's right, you or me?"

"Professor, that's not what I meant…"

"Aren't you doubtful? Once brainwave synchronization is complete, it's not easy to break free. So, since you doubt what I said, let's test it. After all, practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

Since Professor Zheng Gong had put it that way, Wang Lan let go of his worries and, imitating Professor Zheng's actions, placed his hand on another crystal globe on the device.

"Transmit your spiritual power into the device, just as if you were conducting a spiritual probe. This shouldn't be difficult for you. Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

"Begin!"

Instantly, both individuals radiated a silver-white light, as if enveloped in a saintly aura. Wang Lan's ability to apply theory to practice had already surprised many of his classmates.

Apart from those born with strong spiritual power and a talent for Illusion Techniques, or those from families with a long tradition of Spiritual Engraving who had learned it early, it was nearly impossible for students starting from scratch to reach this level.

Wang Lan's performance was both surprising and easily accepted. They simply assumed Wang Lan was a scion of some Star Martial Warrior family who had learned similar abilities long ago.

"Spiritual power connection initiating… connectivity: one hundred percent—"

The instrument's prompt sounded, and all the students were simultaneously stunned.

Is this instrument... malfunctioning?

It wasn't as if they'd never connected before. Wasn't the usual process for spiritual connection something like... ten percent, then fifty percent, then eighty percent? A slow connection might progress in five percent increments. So what was the deal with jumping straight to one hundred percent?

Although the students were puzzled, Professor Zheng's expression changed.

Because the instant he sent out the spiritual connection signal, Wang Lan's spiritual power had coiled around it like an octopus. Furthermore, it had actively established a one hundred percent connection in a mere instant? What kind of spiritual control is this? This kid, Wang Lan... just how high is his talent for Spirit Engraving?

As Professor Zheng pondered the extent of Wang Lan's Spirit Engraving talent, Wang Lan's voice echoed in his mind.

"Professor Zheng, actually… my talent for Spiritual Engraving isn't that high. You overestimate me by calling me the hope for saving Spiritual Engraving…"

The appearance of this voice startled Professor Zheng even more. He can read my thoughts, and I didn't even notice? Impossible...

"Professor, what's the next step?"

"I'm going to try and break our spiritual connection. Let's see how you stop me!" Professor Zheng steadied himself and immediately manipulated his spiritual power to disrupt the brainwave frequency.

But as soon as he tried, his spiritual power felt like stagnant water, completely unresponsive. The spiritual connection indicator still read one hundred percent.

At this point, Wang Lan finally made a move. He stretched out his hand and gave a lazy yawn. Beside him, Professor Zheng mirrored his exact movements, even the wide yawn was perfectly synchronized.

This scene made the entire class stand up in astonishment.

"Oh my God, seriously? Wang Lan is controlling Professor Zheng?"

"As expected of the man I've chosen! He's almost too outstanding!"

"Ahem... ladies, please be a bit more reserved. Wang Lan has a girlfriend."

"Really? Who is she?"

"Jiang Xinyu from the Mage faculty! I heard it from He Jing, his roommate."

"That woman... she's pretty intense. Best not to provoke her."

"Wang Lan, sing us a song?"

"Wang Lan, dance a little, do a spin!" Of the forty-eight students in the class, forty were girls. Such a lively scene instantly brought out their true natures.

Besides, is there really a distinction between genders in the world of Star Martial Warriors? Let me tell you, in their world, women can be more 'manly' than men, even more roguish.

"My dear classmate, please don't insult me. This young master may offer his company, but not his performances!"

Such words were normal coming from Wang Lan, but from Professor Zheng, they threatened his long-standing reputation. Wang Lan hurriedly disconnected the spiritual connection with Professor Zheng. Regaining control, Professor Zheng stared at Wang Lan, his face a mask of astonishment.

No one else could comprehend the despair Professor Zheng had experienced under Wang Lan's spiritual control. It was as if his body wasn't his own, like a mere puppet.

Wang Lan had used the spiritual connection to achieve an effect akin to puppetry—something Professor Zheng couldn't even have conceived. However, this didn't mean Wang Lan's Spirit Engraving abilities surpassed Professor Zheng's; at least, Professor Zheng didn't believe so.

But it did prove one thing: in lower-level applications, Wang Lan's mastery already exceeded Professor Zheng's. This talent... Professor Zheng was astounded all over again.

What was that Wang Lan said earlier? That his Spirit Engraving talent wasn't very good? Humble. He was being far too humble!

"Quiet. Alright, the atmosphere has been lively enough. Let's continue with the class. Wang Lan, go back to your seat. Although you have mastered spiritual connection, you still need to listen carefully. Some things, even if you know how to do them, you might not know how to articulate them theoretically."

Wang Lan returned to his seat, and the class resumed. Meanwhile, in the reception room of the Academic Affairs Office, a young assistant served Dr. Wang Qi a cup of fragrant coffee.

Previously, even with her status as a top biologist, Wang Qi couldn't have visited Modu City Star Martial Academy so unceremoniously. But now, Wang Qi was no longer the Wang Qi of the past.

She was no longer just a top scientist in biogenetics; she was now revered as a one-of-a-kind, almost godlike figure in science. Furthermore, she was a distinguished recipient of the United Nations Award for Human Scientific Progress.

Even Modu City Star Martial Academy was bound to treat her as a most honored guest.

Opposite Wang Qi sat an energetic elderly man. "Dr. Wang Qi, I am the Vice Dean of Modu City Star Martial Academy. May I ask the purpose of your sudden visit?"

"I'd like to inquire if your academy has a teacher named Sun Li?"

"Director Sun? She's the head of our Medical Department. Is there an issue with her?"

"Over the past few days, my company has received dozens of faxes from Mrs. Sun Li, requesting us to prototype samples for her. Each sample is a vaccine for a specific Star Martial Toxin. I suspect Mrs. Sun Li may have developed a highly efficient method for creating vaccines for Star Martial Toxins, and I've come to learn from her."

"What? Such a thing happened?" The Vice Dean before her abruptly lost his composure and shot to his feet.