I Have Infinite Skill Points

"Uncle, what did you say to him? Why did you scare him like that?" Yu Ruoyun quietly asked Yu Qing.

"I scared him?"

"Didn't you? Otherwise, why would he have run off in such a hurry?"

"Have you comprehended the Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious?" Yu Qing suddenly asked.

"Yes!" Yu Ruoyun felt somewhat uneasy. But... my explanation should be fine, right? I absorbed Wang Lan's Phoenix Form Star Power, gaining the opportunity to cultivate the complete Dragon Emperor Form.

"Ruoyun, in my life, I've been through hundreds of fierce battles, but only three times did I come close to death. The first was when I was young; ambushed by over a hundred people, I fought for three days and nights and nearly died from exhaustion.

The second time was twenty years ago. I heard Wang Ling had mastered the Phoenix Form and came running, hoping I could complete my Dragon Emperor Form. Wang Ling chased me for two hundred kilometers and almost beat me to death.

I hoped Wang Lan would date you, but this damned brat got what he wanted and then tried to squirm out of his responsibility! If I hadn't spent the last ten years cultivating my temperament, I would have slapped him to death just now."

"Uncle!" Yu Ruoyun's face flushed, but her tone was calm and cold. "He didn't know about that, and you shouldn't mention it again."

"Hmm? You didn't get him drunk, did you?"

"We were on the seventh floor then. Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn't have had any wine. He fainted from exhaustion. Let's drop it. I'm destined to be loveless; you shouldn't have scared him."

"I won't interfere in your affairs, but I'll be staying in Modu City for a short while. You will train with me."

"Alright."

Only after running a good distance did Wang Lan secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Was that necessary? Just because I refused, you wanted to get violent?

Wang Lan ran, not because he couldn't handle the Qing Emperor's proposal, but because of the momentary murderous intent the Qing Emperor had displayed the second time he declined. It felt as though a knife was at his throat, and he was being asked with a smile, "Touched, aren't you? Think it over, then speak."

Even a hint of it was terrifying. That was the Qing Emperor, one of the Jade Country's strongest Star Martial Warriors. Wang Lan didn't dare risk his life to test the Qing Emperor's restraint. Besides, what kind of restraint could be expected from someone who would suggest having several girlfriends?

That evening, Wang Lan had dinner with Jiang Xinyu and Yu Ruoyun. At the table, the two women chatted happily, and Yu Ruoyun even suggested that Jiang Xinyu train with her for the next month under the personal guidance of the Qing Emperor.

For Jiang Xinyu, this opportunity was like a beggar suddenly inheriting millions. With less than a month until her team departed for overseas, any improvement was welcome.

Wang Lan returned to his dormitory, pushed open the door, and his face instantly darkened.

The room had been meticulously arranged, but it looked like a memorial hall. A tablet computer was on the desk, an incense burner placed before it, and, damn it, three cigarettes were stuck in the burner.

This is too much!

As Wang Lan was boiling with anger, pondering how to deal with those two bastards, he suddenly heard a faint noise outside the door.

"Keep it down! Wang Lan isn't back yet; let's quickly clear this stuff out. He's going to explode if he sees it."

"Who the hell told you to skip class and go play? Because of you, we only got the message when it was already dark!"

"Like you didn't skip class! What are you dilly-dallying for? Open the door, will you?"

"Quiet! What if Wang Lan is already back in the dorm?"

"Impossible. He was just having dinner with his girlfriend, Princess Yu. After dinner, they'd at least go for a walk or sing karaoke or something..."

The dormitory door was slowly nudged open a crack, and a head carefully poked in.

"Seems like he's not here."

"Hurry, go and clean up!" The two rushed into Wang Lan's room, pushed the door open, and saw a sinister shadow standing in deep contemplation before the computer desk.

"Uh? Wrong room, sorry for disturbing." He Jing turned around decisively and started to run.

"Stop!" an angry shout rang out, and Wang Lan was standing at the door. "You two are really my good brothers, huh? You even prepared a memorial hall for me. I guess I won't be needing it, but it's a waste to leave it like this. What do you guys think?"

"Lanzi, it's okay, it didn't cost much. It's fine if it's wasted."

"I'll clean it up for you right away."

"The great leader taught us to eliminate waste. This is just right for the two of you. Prepare for a beating—"

It had been seventy days since the start of school. He Jing, who had insisted on playing games every night for seventy days, finally had his streak broken.

He lay on the sofa, periodically emitting pig-like grunts.

"Wang Lan, you were a bit harsh..."

"Harsh? Not really. At least I didn't beat you to death. You should be grateful."

"Wang Lan, what really happened? Why did the school list you as deceased? We couldn't find out anything. Even when I asked my dad, he wouldn't tell me."

"Your dad, Director Ming, is my direct superior. If he won't tell you, what makes you think I will? Forget it; it's all confidential. Stop prying."

"Fine."

"I've been exhausted for ten days. No games tonight, you two. Let me get a good night's sleep."

"Do you think I can still play games? My whole body aches! Hey—Wang Lan, this wasn't your real goal, was it? You're too sinister!"

"Want another massage?"

"No thanks! Guodong's skin is thick enough; feel free to rough him up. I can't take any more."

After closing the door, Wang Lan sat cross-legged on the bed quietly. Too many things had happened in the past ten-plus days, and there was so much that needed to be sorted out.

He sank his consciousness into his Spiritual Sea of Consciousness and opened the system interface. He currently had twenty thousand skill points remaining. Previously, he had over fifty thousand, but after learning an S-rank Star Martial Skill, Meteor Fire Rain, and then linking it with Earth Surge Fire Sea, his fifty thousand skill points had dwindled to twenty thousand.

Meteor Fire Rain wasn't purely a Fire-attribute Star Martial Skill; it was a hybrid of Fire and Earth attributes. The Earth attribute formed the meteor, and flames then encased it, allowing it to smash ferociously into the ground. A basketball-sized meteor, accelerated by its fall from high altitude, could create a three-meter kill radius.

It was an area-of-effect Star Martial Skill, highly effective on large battlefields. Wang Lan had seen Yu Ruoyun use it more than once, and its power was formidable. After linking it with Earth Surge Fire Sea, the original S-rank Star Martial Skill was upgraded to S+.

Now, Earth Surge Fire Sea no longer summoned mere flames, but magma. Although Wang Lan estimated that the Star Power needed to execute this move was terrifying, potentially exhausting his Star Power in a single use, it would become his trump card once he broke through to the Galaxy Stage.

Thinking of breaking through to the Galaxy Stage, Wang Lan suddenly remembered the only Bronze-level skill among all his Star Martial Skills, one he had just successfully learned: the Immortal Cloud Mysterious Green Record's Qi Cultivation Chapter.

Wang Lan had tested it: the Bronze-level Immortal Cloud Mysterious Green Record granted one experience point per minute of cultivation. At this rate, relying on it to break through to the Galaxy Stage seemed like it would take an eternity.

Without hesitation, he added one hundred skill points to upgrade the Immortal Cloud Mysterious Green Record to Silver-level. As Wang Lan meditated, the speed at which he absorbed and converted natural Star Power noticeably increased.

On the system interface, a gain of five experience points per minute, while still slow, was much faster than one point per minute. Since he had plenty of skill points, Wang Lan invested another thousand into the Immortal Cloud Mysterious Green Record.

Upgrading to the Gold-level Immortal Cloud Mysterious Green Record increased the experience gain to twenty points per minute. Wang Lan felt this was noticeably faster.

He could clearly feel the world's natural energy rushing into his body through his mouth and nose, where it was then absorbed and transformed.

Twenty points a minute meant 1,200 points in an hour. In twenty-four hours, that would be 28,800 experience points. He was currently at Star Cloud 7. If advancing to Star Cloud 8 required 800,000 experience points, it would only take him a little over thirty days.

Leveling up in just over a month meant breaking through to the Galaxy Stage before his sophomore year wouldn't be difficult. And although leveling up in the Galaxy Stage started at two million experience points per level, couldn't the Immortal Cloud Mysterious Green Record be upgraded further then? If it reached fifty points per minute, breaking through to the Star Sea Realm by his senior year internship wasn't impossible.

Wang Lan had tested it: as long as he didn't use any Star Martial Skills, the automatic operation of the Immortal Cloud Mysterious Green Record wouldn't be interrupted. There was hardly any chance to use Star Martial Skills at school. Plus, there were so many Star Martial Toxins in the Medical Department's storage waiting for him to clear.

His advancement to the Star Sea Realm would likely be much faster than he initially expected.

After a good night's sleep, the next day began, and he was full of energy.

Upon waking in the morning, the first thing he saw was a text message from Jiang Xinyu. She informed him that the Qing Emperor had agreed to guide her cultivation, and she would be turning off her phone to focus entirely on training for the next twenty days.

Wang Lan would wholeheartedly support such great news without a second thought.

Refocusing his mind, Wang Lan dove back into his work—not studying, but actual work.

As for studying, after one month of diligent effort, Wang Lan had received eight Academic Credits from his professors for the current semester's subjects. This might seem trivial compared to the eight hundred Academic Credits Wang Lan had been awarded for clearing the Nine-layer Pagoda, but the maximum for any single course was only ten points, with ten signifying a flawless full score.

Wang Lan had devoted so much time to developing the Star Martial Toxin Vaccine and Soul Bead grenades, so managing to secure an excellent eight points was no easy feat.

Mrs. Sun Li's suicide had been a tough and heavy blow to the Medical Department, nearly leading to its collapse. Later, the Ministry of Education directly appointed a retired dean from the National Defense Army to the Modu City Star Martial Academy, finally stabilizing the Medical Department.

This new dean wasn't specialized in Star Martial Toxins, but his research in Medical Star Martial Techniques was unparalleled. Compared to the former Mrs. Sun Li, Vice President Han's prestige and status were far superior.

Thanks to Vice President Han's arrival, the Medical Department quickly returned to normal. Many students even requested transfers to major in Medical Star Martial Arts.

But Wang Lan wasn't very interested in these matters; what intrigued him more were the over thirty thousand kinds of Star Martial Toxin Vaccines in storage.

Once back in work mode, Wang Lan settled into an extremely regular routine: editing Star Martial Toxin Vaccines in the morning and developing Soul Bead grenades in the afternoon.

Dean Nangong was relieved to see Wang Lan finally getting serious and volunteering to make Soul Bead grenades. The Star Martial Toxins weren't urgent; Soul Bead grenades were the pressing matter.

Wang Lan nodded repeatedly. Yes, you're right about everything, Dean. Jiang Xinyu is going abroad next month, and if I don't hurry, I won't be able to 'shear enough wool' from her.

Unconsciously, more than ten days slipped by quietly.

And just as quietly, Wang Lan successfully broke through to Star Cloud 8, truly stepping into the late stage of the Star Cloud realm.

RING RING RING—

The ringing of the phone in his pocket interrupted Wang Lan's thoughts. He took out his phone; it was a call from Ming Baiye.

"Mr. Ming! What? Okay, I'll be right there."

Ming Baiye had instructed Wang Lan to report to the Tianjian Bureau immediately, and in formal attire. Without delay, Wang Lan got up, rode his electric scooter back to his five-hundred-square-meter home in Phoenix Plaza, changed into his military uniform, pinned on his rank insignia, and then hurried to the Tianjian Bureau.