Chapter 7: Easy Primeval Stones (Fang Yuan Got The Hax)

Chapter 7: Easy Primeval Stones (Fang Yuan Got The Hax) 

How Can It Be That Big Brother Got Number One? (Fang Zheng Gets Trolled HARD)

The sky was still dark, the sun barely peeking over the horizon like it was too lazy to get up. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and morning mist. Gu Yue Fang Zheng was already sprinting through the village streets, his heart pounding like a drum. He'd been grinding non-stop for days, using up two primeval stones, and he hadn't slept a wink last night. But it was all worth it—he'd finally refined the Moonrizz Gu.

"I'm an A-grade talent," Fang Zheng thought, his chest swelling with pride. "I worked harder than anyone else. NO ONE can beat me. NOT EVEN BIG BROTHER. I. AM. THE. REAL. SIGMA."

He imagined the look on his aunt and uncle's faces when he told them the good news. They'd be so proud. "Just wait, everyone who ever doubted me. From today on, you'll all be looking up to ME, Gu Yue Fang Zheng! AHAHAHAHA."

Bro actually went crazy.

He reached the academy entrance, his chest heaving with excitement. The guards looked at him weirdly, like they'd just seen a ghost. "Uh, Gu Yue Fang Yuan, why are you back?"

Fang Zheng froze. "What da fuk? Big brother was here?"

The guard nodded, scratching his head. "Yeah, he came last night and took the top prize. The elder even posted the list. Fang Yuan's first, you're second."

Fang Zheng's face went from 😃 to 😱 in 0.5 seconds. "WHAT?! BIG BROTHER GOT NUMBER ONE?!"

The guards shrugged, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yeah, it's confirmed. The elder even posted the list. Fang Yuan's first, you're second."

Fang Zheng's brain short-circuited. "But… but he's a C-grade talent! How? HOW?!"

The Reality Check (It's Giving Existential Crisis)

Fang Zheng stood there, his dreams crumbling like a stale cookie. He'd been so sure he'd win. He'd worked SO HARD. And yet, his big brother—the guy who slept through class, drank all night, and slapped him twice—had beaten him. It didn't make sense.

"This can't be real," Fang Zheng muttered, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. "No way! That flippin' drunkard no talent rizz big brother got lucky. He must've picked a weak-willed Moonrizz Gu. That's the only explanation."

But deep down, he knew that wasn't it. Fang Yuan had always been… different. Even when Fang Zheng thought he'd surpassed him, Fang Yuan always found a way to come out on top. He knew that Fang Yuan... was the real sigma of the pack.

Fang Zheng's mind raced, replaying every interaction he'd had with his brother over the past few weeks. The way Fang Yuan had slapped him, taken his primeval stones, and then casually walked away like it was nothing. The way he'd always seemed one step ahead, even when Fang Zheng thought he was winning.

"No," Fang Zheng thought, shaking his head. "This ain't fair. I worked harder. I deserve this."

But the truth was staring him in the face. Fang Yuan had won. And Fang Zheng was left standing in the cold morning air, feeling like he'd just been hit by a truck.

The Academy Bulletin (It's Giving Chaos)

By mid-morning, the academy bulletin was up, and the news spread like wildfire. Fang Yuan's name was at the top, followed by Fang Zheng's. The students were SHOOK.

"Fang Yuan got first? The C-grade talent?!"

"This has to be a mistake. Did the elder mix up the names?"

"Maybe Fang Yuan bribed someone. There's no way a C-grade talent beat an A-grade."

Fang Zheng overheard the whispers, and his face burned with shame. He'd been so confident, so sure of his victory. And now, he was just… second.

The other students glanced at him, their eyes filled with pity and confusion. Fang Zheng wanted to crashout so badly. He wanted to grab the bulletin and tear it down. But he couldn't. He just stood there, feeling like the ground had been ripped out from under him.

The Mo and Chi Families React (It's Giving Copium)

Over at the Mo family estate, Gu Yue Mo Bei was sulking in his room. His grandfather, Gu Yue Mo Chen, stormed in, his face like a thundercloud. "Mo Bei, what's this I hear about you giving up? Just because Fang Yuan got first?"

Mo Bei looked up, his face a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Grandpa, Fang Yuan's a C-grade talent. How did he even—"

"ENOUGH!" Mo Chen slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups rattle. "Fang Yuan got lucky. He picked a weak-willed Gu. That's all. You're a B-grade talent. Don't let this setback stop you. Now get back to refining your Gu!"

Mo Bei clenched his fists, his pride wounded but his determination reignited. "You're right, Grandpa. I won't let this distract me. I'll show everyone what I'm made of."

Meanwhile, at the Chi family home, Gu Yue Chi Cheng was getting a pep talk from his grandpa, Gu Yue Chi Lian. "Fang Yuan's just a C-grade talent. He won't last. You, on the other hand, have the resources and the talent to surpass him. Don't let this distract you."

Chi Cheng nodded, his determination renewed. "I won't, Grandpa. I'll show everyone what I'm made of."

Fang Yuan's Sigma Grindset (It's Giving Unbothered Vibes)

While everyone else was freaking out, Fang Yuan was chilling in the training grounds, practicing his moonblades (rizz). The academy elder had just demonstrated how to use the Moonrizz Gu, and the students were trying to replicate it. Most of them were struggling, their moonblades fizzling out after a few meters.

Fang Yuan, on the other hand, was a pro. He casually launched a moonblade that sliced clean through a grass puppet's neck. The students gasped, and the elder gave him a nod of approval. "Not bad, Fang Yuan. Keep it up."

Fang Yuan just shrugged. He'd been a Rank six Gu Master in his past life. This was child's play to him.

The Homework Assignment (Free Primeval Stone Prize For Fang Yuan)

The elder clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, listen up. Your homework is to practice your moonblades. In three days, we'll have an assessment. The best performer gets ten primeval stones."

The students' eyes lit up. Ten primeval stones was a HUGE prize. Fang Yuan, however, was already calculating how he'd use the stones to feed his Gu. "The Moonrizz Gu needs moon orchid petals, and the Liquor Worm needs green bamboo wine. I'm running low on stones. I need to win this."

The Store Run (It's Giving Business Savvy)

After class, Fang Yuan headed to the academy store to stock up on supplies. The store was run by Jiang Ya, the same Gu Master who'd humiliated the hunters at the inn. Jiang Ya greeted Fang Yuan with a friendly smile. "Hey, junior. Need a grass puppet? They're selling fast."

Fang Yuan shook his head. "No, I need ten moon orchid petals."

Jiang Ya raised an eyebrow but handed over the petals. "You're not practicing your moonblades?"

Fang Yuan smirked. "I don't need to."

The Inn Visit (It's Giving Big Spender Energy)

Next, Fang Yuan stopped by the inn to buy green bamboo wine. The worker greeted him warmly. "Young sir, the trading company's coming soon. We might run out of green bamboo wine. You should stock up now."

Fang Yuan nodded and handed over ten primeval stones. "Give me five jars. Deliver them to my dorm."

The worker's eyes widened. "Five jars? That's a lot, young sir."

Fang Yuan just shrugged. "Hurry up bro."

The Reality of Raising Gu (It's Giving Broke Vibes)

Back in his dorm, Fang Yuan counted his remaining primeval stones. He'd started with forty-four and a half, but after refining the Gu, feeding them, and buying supplies, he was down to twenty. "Raising Gu is EXPENSIVE," he muttered. "If I don't win that ten-stone prize, I'm gonna be broke in two weeks."

He sighed, thinking about the Spring Autumn Rizz. At least it didn't need primeval stones. It fed on time, which was free. "Thank heavens for small mercies," Fang Yuan thought.

The Final Thought (It's Giving Hustle)

Fang Yuan leaned back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Raising Gu is like raising a mistress. It's expensive, time-consuming, and if you're not careful, it'll bankrupt you. But if you do it right, it'll pay off in the end."

He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Three days. I just need to win that assessment. Then I'll be back on track."

Close Combat Gu Master (Teaching Arc)

Three days later, the academy's martial arts field was alive with the sound of wooden puppets clattering and the instructor's booming voice. The students were gathered in a semi-circle, watching as the buff Rank two Gu Master demonstrated basic martial arts techniques. His upper body was bare, revealing a tapestry of scars that told stories of countless battles. His muscles rippled as he moved, and his voice carried the weight of experience.

"Lowering your body to dodge is key when facing a flying fist," the instructor barked, squatting down to dodge a wooden puppet's swing. He countered with a punch to the puppet's abdomen, knocking it flat. "See? Simple. Effective. Now you try."

The students, however, were more interested in the upcoming Moonrizz Gu assessment. They whispered among themselves, their eyes glazing over as the instructor droned on. The flashy moonblades they'd been practicing were far more appealing than the mundane martial arts techniques.

"I can throw three moonblades now, but only a few actually hit," one student muttered.

"Same. I bought a grass puppet to practice at home. It's expensive, but worth it," another replied.

The instructor's voice boomed, cutting through the chatter. "SHUT UPP! OH MY GOD! KIDS THESE DAYS I SWEAR!!!! MARTIAL ARTS ARE THE FOUNDATION OF A GU MASTER'S STRENGTH. WITHOUT IT, YOU ARE JUST COURTING DEATH!"

But the students weren't buying it. To them, martial arts were boring compared to the flashy moonblades they'd been practicing. Fang Yuan, however, watched intently. He knew the value of close combat skills—especially for a Rank one Gu Master. Moonblades were flashy, but they drained primeval essence fast. In a real fight, you'd be lucky to get off a few shots before you were out of juice.

"This instructor knows his stuff," Fang Yuan thought, nodding along. "But his teaching style is all over the place. No wonder the kids are zoning out."

The Moonrizz Gu Assessment (It's Giving Showtime)

After the martial arts class, the students gathered for the Moonrizz Gu assessment. The academy elder stood at the front, his expression stern. "Alright, let's see what you've got. Five at a time, three moonblades each. Go."

The first group stepped up, their moonblades flying wildly. Most missed, and the ones that hit barely scratched the grass puppets. The elder shook his head. "Not good enough. Next group."

The second group fared slightly better, but still, the results were underwhelming. The elder's frown deepened. "You call that practice? Do better!"

Then came Gu Yue Mo Bei. He stepped forward confidently, his moonblades slicing through the air with precision. All three hit the puppet's chest, leaving deep gashes. The students murmured in admiration.

"Barely average," the elder said, nodding slightly.

Next was Gu Yue Chi Cheng. He was nervous, but his moonblades hit their mark—three clean strikes to the puppet's chest. The elder gave him a nod of approval.

Finally, it was Fang Zheng's turn. The A-grade talent stepped up, his hands trembling slightly. His first moonblade missed, hitting the puppet's neck instead. The students gasped, thinking it was intentional. Fang Zheng took a deep breath and launched his next two moonblades—both hit the chest. The elder nodded, but Fang Zheng's heart sank. He knew he hadn't done enough to secure first place.

Fang Yuan's Turn (The Rizzler Is Back)

The last group stepped up, and Fang Yuan was among them. The students whispered, some snickering. "This is the guy who got lucky last time. Let's see how he does now."

Fang Yuan ignored them, his expression cold and detached. He raised his hand, and his first moonblade soared high—way too high. It flew over the puppet and disappeared into the bamboo wall. The students burst out laughing.

"What was that?!" someone shouted.

"Guess his luck ran out," another sneered.

The elder sighed, already writing Fang Yuan off. But Fang Yuan wasn't done. He launched his second moonblade, and this one was perfect. It sliced through the air, hitting the puppet's neck with pinpoint accuracy. Before anyone could react, he threw his third moonblade—another flawless strike.

The two moonblades hit the puppet's neck in quick succession, and with a loud thunk, the puppet's head toppled to the ground. The field fell silent.

"Did… did he just behead the puppet?" someone whispered.

The elder's eyes widened. "That… was impressive."

Fang Yuan stood there, calm as ever, while the students stared in shock. Fang Zheng's heart sank. He'd been so close to victory, but once again, Fang Yuan had outshone him.

As the students dispersed, Fang Yuan lingered for a moment, gazing up at the sky. A flock of peacock parrots flew overhead, their colorful feathers glinting in the sunlight. Fang Yuan sighed softly. "The light of spring is truly enchanting."

Meanwhile, Fang Zheng clenched his fists, his mind racing. "How… how did he do that? Was it luck? Or… is he really that good?"

The elder approached Fang Yuan, his expression thoughtful. "Well done, Fang Yuan. That was… unexpected."

Fang Yuan nodded.

As he walked away, the whispers followed him. "Did you see that? He beheaded the puppet!"

"Maybe he's not just lucky after all…"

Fang Yuan ignored them, and left like a sigma.