"Damn it!"

When Xu Xiaoshu opened his eyes again, everything was different.

At first glance, there are cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, a dusty wooden table, burnt-out candle ends, and a spiritually charged black sword...

All of this was in stark contrast to the furnishings of the ward.

Xu Xiaoshuai tilted his head and recalled, vaguely remembering how he had optimistically fought the illness for three years before finally falling straight down.

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Though the pain was over, he waved goodbye to the clouds on the horizon, but his heart wasn't filled with joy.

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Why is everyone else's life so colorful and vibrant, while my own seems to consist solely of nine years of compulsory education and prolonged hospital stays?

School and hospital, these two painful terms, have actually dominated his life.

However, at this moment...

He looked around at the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar scene, pinching himself from head to toe, but he didn't feel any pain.

"A god's blessing? Painless travel through time?"

Xu Xiaoshuai leaned his face close to the copper mirror on the table. Staring back at him was a refreshed and still handsome face.

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The eighteen-year-old boy looked pale, as if he hadn't been bathed in sunlight for a long time. His nose was high, perfectly dividing the few freckles on his cheeks, and his lips were chapped and dry.

"Not bad, a little more sun and some extra pounds would make you even more flavorful, especially those few freckles..."

Xu Xiaoshu's lips smacked, he rubbed against the dead skin on his lips, reading through his memories in his mind, and deduced why he was so thin.

This guy was originally an outer courtyard disciple of Tiansang Spirit Palace. Unfortunately, his aptitude was average. In the three years he spent in Linggong, he only cultivated to the third realm of Ten Realms Refining Spirit. To cope with the "Wind Cloud Hegemony," he closed himself off for a month, determined to break through.

If unsuccessful, then be a martyr!

Then he became a martyr...

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Xu Xiaoshu shook his head in pity. This guy actually knew he couldn't break through the Four Realms. After three years of ridicule and scorn, he had already developed suicidal thoughts.

This is just an excuse to go offline, taking advantage of the closed doors and making up a reason for myself.

Different worlds, different kinds of suffering. Xu Xiaoshu suffers physical torture, while this guy inflicts mental anguish.

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All are the same tragic life, aren't they?

"However, since I was given this chance, I wouldn't be defeated by these rumors and gossip." Xu Xiaoshu thought to himself, he continued reading the memory fragments, and then his face darkened.

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It turns out that this "Wind and Cloud Hegemony" is equivalent to a final exam. This guy has been at the bottom for two years. If he loses again this year, he'll have to pack his bags and leave Tiansang Linggong.

No wonder he shut himself in, it seems he had no other choice...

Xu Xiaoshu's head was pounding. How could he have let himself get into this much pressure? End-of-term assessment? And even worse, it was a last-place elimination system!

As someone who has been through it, he fears nothing more than exams, especially when his skills and abilities fall short.

The most terrifying thing is that there's no black technology here, so you can't cheat...

He was lost in thought, his memory nearly complete. With a jolt to his soul, he felt as if he had completely merged with this body.

The next second, a black turntable appeared in my mind.

Xu Xiaoshu: “...”

So, is the black technology here?

He busied himself searching his mind, carefully pondering the black dial.

The black turntable was extremely rudimentary, looking like something you'd find at a street stall. It didn't seem valuable at all. Xu Xiaoshu seriously suspected that this so-called "black technology" was just a cheap shortcut.

At the bottom of the spinner are two sections, one gold and one red.

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Interestingly, the golden area takes up almost ninety percent, while the red area only occupies a small corner.

"This is too unfair..."

Xu Xiaoshu silently muttered to himself, according to past theories, the red area that was being exploited was often the good stuff.

However, the golden area reads "Active System," and the red area reads "Passive System."

"Active or Passive?"

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Xu Xiaoshu's expression became strange. If you were to talk about it in terms of a game, active skills are naturally better than passive skills, after all, how could you kill enemies relying solely on passive skills?

I'm afraid even monsters can't beat it!

Could it be that this black dial, seeing how miserably I lived in my past life, expanded the "active system" area as a reward?

Xu Xiaoshu excitedly said, "It must be like this!"

“What a conscience dial, it’s rare to see!”

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He was eager to find something like a "start" button, but found nothing.

Apart from this somewhat rudimentary dial, there was nothing else in my mind.

Could it be that I have to operate it manually?

He looked at this shabby black turntable, afraid that he would ruin it with a single touch. It seemed like there was no other way but to just give it a try.

Xu Xiaoshu looked at the pointer on the roulette wheel. It was long and thin, looking fragile and weak.

He tried, gently nudging the pointer with his mind. The dial wobbled, as if gaining momentum.

And then there was nothing.

"Anything else?"

Tendencies are just tendencies, the needle still doesn't budge. Xu Xiaoshu felt that the person who made this turntable was too careless.

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It looks crude enough, but you didn't even add lubricant, how does it work?

He put a little thought into it, and the needle seemed to tilt, but it still felt very obscure, not enough!

Xu Xiaoshu added more strength, his slender and long needle tilted even more dangerously. He realized something was wrong and tried to retract, but the needle snapped with a "click" under the strain...

Broke?

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It's over!

Xu Xiaoshu's face turned black. Damn it, this turntable wasn't just looking shabby, it was actually really shoddy!

The needle was originally pointing at the edge of the golden area. Once it broke, it immediately plummeted to the red area outside the edge.

Red... a passive system?

Xu Xiaoshu's face turned from black to purple. He didn't expect this kind of thing. Who made this spinning top, what a scoundrel!

He suddenly thought, could this turntable not be turning the needle, but rather the entire base?

"Oh... no way?"

Xu Xiaoshu blushed a little, and tentatively fiddled with the chassis. Sure enough, it turned smoothly, "gurgle gurgle", not showing any lack of lubricant.

"This..." Xu Xiaoshu's eyes were dull, his body staggered, and he fell directly onto the bed.

The next second, he sprang to his feet, hurriedly wanting to use his mind to pick up the broken needle and, before the black dial could react, place it in the golden area.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment this idea surfaced, the black turntable as if coming to its senses from its chaotic antics, vanished in a flash.

A line of text appears:

"Passive system activated, loading..."

Xu Xiaoshu felt like crying, but at this moment, he could only accept the reality and let things unfold naturally.

The text vanished, replaced by a small red interface. Xu Xiaoshuai gazed at it with a glimmer of hope.

There is only one block inside, with a large line of text on top.

Basic passive skills.

This section displays the familiar poverty and simplicity.

Breath Technique (Afternatal Lv.1).

Xu Xiaoshu instantly fell off the bed. His already pale face suddenly flushed red, a sign of surging qi and blood, anger, and indignation.

What the heck is breathing technique, do you need to teach me that?

Even a baby can breathe, right?

Xu Xiaoshu originally still had a sliver of expectation for the "passive system," hoping it would have a divine reversal and subdue him.

I am completely hopeless now, this is truly passive, even breathing...

What the heck is breathing!

He was so angry that he took a few deep breaths, but suddenly he felt a surge of spiritual energy within him.

“What’s going on?” Xu Xiaoshu was startled. He was currently at the third level of Qi Refinement, and there wouldn't be such a massive surge of spiritual energy unless he was about to break through. Could it be that he was going to breakthrough now?

He hastily crossed his legs and prepared himself, but just as he was about to move, spiritual energy like a cocoon enveloped his entire body. A mysterious force surged from his dantian, as if a fish returning to the sea, breaking free from all constraints.

Invisible ripples spread through the air, sweeping away even the dust on the table.

"Breakthrough?"

Xu Xiaoshu was dumbfounded. The bottleneck that the guy had been unable to break through for a whole month, he had broken through just by taking a few extra breaths because he was angry?

...Not right...

Breathing?

Xu Xiaoshu's eyes lit up, "Breathing technique?"

Could it be that this "Breathing Technique" is equivalent to a cultivation method? With every breath I take, am I inhaling and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into my own power?

"Wow... I found a treasure!"

Xu Xiaoshu originally thought he'd gotten a trash system by being too curious, but now he realized it was the most powerful one yet. He carefully read the word "passive," feeling a sudden realization.

"Passive breathing?"

"Passive Cultivation?"

He became aware of his own breath, and indeed, he found that with each inhalation, a sliver of celestial energy was drawn into his dantian.

It's not much, but it's enough!

I had already reached a bottleneck before. Those extra breaths of Qi were like the final drop that broke the dam, and it all flowed naturally!

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Xu Xiaoshu's heart was burning with passion. As expected, the finest things are often found in the most exploited areas.

If this were a cultivation technique that I could actively practice myself, I would still need to go through the process of cultivation.

And this "breathing method," even the process of cultivation was omitted, what does that mean?

Xu Xiaoshu, with a wave of his robe, stirred the long hair across his forehead, his face radiant with excitement.

"I, Xu Xiaoshuai, standing still, can be invincible!"

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It's a pity that no one can appreciate his current charm, Xu Xiaoshu thought wistfully.

He looked again at the red interface, his heart feeling differently now.

"Breathing Technique (Postnatal Level 1)."

His eyes drifted to the suffix, Xu Xiaoshu subconsciously mumbled, "The day after tomorrow... Lv.1..."

This should mean it can be upgraded, so what is used to upgrade it?

He quickly noticed a line of small print at the bottom of the interface, which he had completely overlooked in his excitement.

Passive value: 0.

Xu Xiaoshu rubbed his chin, passive value?

This should be something related to upgrading skills, but how do I obtain it?

Summer nights are always accompanied by the chirping of cicadas and the buzzing of mosquitoes. As Xu Xiaoshu thought deeply, the room fell completely silent.

He suddenly felt an itch on his forearm. He instinctively swatted at it, and upon raising his hand, he saw bloodstains on his palm.

"Damn mosquitos!"

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Xu Xiaoshu felt that the room needed a thorough cleaning, after all, it hadn't been cleaned for a month. The next second, he suddenly froze, his face contorted in an expression of disbelief and amusement.

Only a message bar appeared below the red interface in my mind:

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"Under attack, passive value, +1."

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