It was a major lecture again today, so Li Yundong brought the little fox to the very back row of the classroom, where he then asked, "You understand Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

The little fox had a peculiar habit when sitting; she always preferred to sit cross-legged. Su Chan blinked her eyelids slightly. "Of course I do. We all do!"

Li Yundong found the little fox's answer vague and naturally assumed she meant the people from the mountains. Who would have guessed she was referring to cultivators?

A thought sparked in the little fox's mind. Why not use this opportunity to guide him toward the Dao? So she said, "Nine out of ten healers follow the Dao. Sun Simiao wasn't just an immortal who achieved the Way; he was also a master physician revered by all. Furthermore, since antiquity, whether it was Peng Zu, Ge Xuan, Zuo Ci, or Ge Hong—they were all immortals who attained the Dao and supreme masters of medicine."

Li Yundong was quite surprised and chuckled, "I know Sun Simiao was a celebrated physician—he wrote the Qian Jin Fang—but an immortal? Who told you that?"

The little fox replied, "My Master!"

Li Yundong burst into loud laughter. "Your Master believes in feudal superstition?"

The little fox pouted angrily. "Don't speak ill of my Master!"

Li Yundong raised both hands, suppressing his laughter. "Alright, alright, I won't say anything more."

The little fox's anger faded as quickly as it arose. She looked at Li Yundong with wide, round eyes, a trace of nervousness in her gaze. "Do you want to learn or not? I can teach you?"

Li Yundong smiled and waved his hand. "Learn medicine? Forget it. I could never memorize all that stuff."

The little fox, emboldened, stated clearly, "I mean, learn the Dao!"

Li Yundong’s laughter died. He glanced at Su Chan, his look strangely complex. "Like you are now? Give me a break. I'm perfectly alive; why would I cultivate the Dao? I have no desire to become a wandering Daoist priest."

Li Yundong thought to himself: I still want to bring you down; if I become a priest, what good is that for anything?

The little fox, failing to persuade him, inwardly fumed: Idiot, learning the Dao doesn't mean you become a priest; it means the Way of cultivation! But she felt she couldn't say this aloud, as it would alert Li Yundong to her true intentions. It was better to proceed slowly.

Soon, the teacher walked into the classroom, tapped the desk with a pointer, and began the lecture.

Li Yundong, sitting in the back row, listened with only half an ear.

Meanwhile, Su Chan kept observing Li Yundong, sighing inwardly: This guy truly doesn't know how blessed he is. If any of us cultivators swallowed a Human Essence Golden Elixir, we would surely find a secluded corner to enter deep seclusion for three, five, or seven years, completely refining the elixir's power for our own use.

But this fellow? He just lets the Golden Elixir transform his physique and then ignores it, letting that abundance of vital essence and blood dissipate daily without utilizing cultivation arts to transform it into Primordial Yang True Qi.

If he were willing to follow me in cultivation, he would likely reach Foundation Establishment in one year, attain Divine Abilities in two, and forge an Indestructible Golden Body in three!

The little fox sighed dejectedly in her heart: Scoundrel! How did such a worthless guy get such a prize? Truly infuriating! A pearl cast before swine!!

After a period of internal lament, the little fox had a change of heart: No, as long as he refuses to learn for one day, he wastes his internal vital essence and blood. When the elixir's potency slowly fades, even if he manages to reach Foundation Establishment later, the effects of any subsequent harvest will be greatly diminished.

What should I do?

A thought struck the little fox. In a voice dripping with honey, she whispered nearby, "Yundong, how about I give you a massage?"

Li Yundong felt his bones turn soft from her saccharine tone, his heart churning as if scratched by a hundred claws. He looked at Su Chan with a strange expression, pointing toward the teacher at the podium. "I'm in class, isn't that inappropriate?"

Su Chan didn't wait for his consent. She stood up and walked to the back to begin massaging Li Yundong.

As Su Chan’s slender, pale hands pressed down on the Baihui acupoint atop Li Yundong's head, he immediately felt a surge of warmth rise from his lower abdomen, rushing straight to his scalp. This warmth then descended like a sudden awakening, rapidly circulating to his four limbs. He felt so utterly relaxed that his body went soft and pliant, as if soaking in hot water—so comfortable he instantly closed his eyes, unwilling to open them.

The Baihui point is the one point on the human body most capable of raising Yang energy. Many skilled acupuncturists, when treating a patient near death, often insert a needle there specifically to draw up Yang energy to save their life. In the film The Message, the traitorous Sixth Master, facing the near-death state of Old Ghost whom he tormented with acupuncture, inserted the final needle into his Baihui point. This one insertion drew out the vital energy within Old Ghost, thereby reviving him.

Su Chan massaged Li Yundong’s Baihui point with her fingers, then separated her hands. Her two thumbs pressed gently, vibrating slightly, onto the location of the Baihui point, while her middle fingers rested on the Shenting acupoint on Li Yundong's forehead, and her pinkies lightly kneaded the Taiyang acupoints on his temples.

The Shenting point is a crucial juncture on the forehead; the energy of the Governor Meridian must pass through this vital point on its ascent to the head. Located on the forehead, this area is naturally firm, requiring the strong pressure of the middle finger to be effective. The Taiyang points, being softer, were gently moved by the weakest fingers—the pinkies.

This posture, with both hands shaped like a combined three-pronged fork, is known in cultivation circles as the "Three-Pronged Envoy."

Cultivation lore speaks of the concept of "Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown" (San Hua Ju Ding), where the Three Flowers are also called Three Splendors (San Hua) or Three Splendors Gathering at the Crown. The explanation for the Three Flowers in ancient cultivation texts is often abstract and profoundly difficult to grasp. Simply put, it means: Essence, Qi, and Blood!

With these three prongs, the little fox probed for a person's most concentrated Primordial Yang—the Three Flowers: essence, qi, and blood!

All of Li Yundong’s Primordial Yang was mobilized by the little fox. It started from the lower Dantian, passed through the ** opening, crossed the anus, ascended along the Governing Meridian of the spine through the three passes of Weilu, Jiaji, and Yuzhen, reached the Baihui point on the crown, then split down along the cheeks of both ears, traveling to Yingxiang, across the "Magpie Bridge," finally connecting with the Conception Vessel Meridian, descending along the center of the chest and abdomen, returning to the Dantian.

This essentially mirrored the Minor Heavenly Circuit in cultivation. Although Li Yundong experienced it passively and without full awareness, the sensation of hot energy rolling through his meridians was undeniably as blissful as active cultivation.

Why are many cultivators able to abstain from sex? Because when their cultivation enters the Minor or Major Heavenly Circuit, their Primordial Yang True Qi circulates through the body's meridians, providing an intensely stimulating sensation, especially when passing the ** acupoint. This stimulation is no less potent than the pleasure derived from intimacy between a man and a woman—sometimes even stronger!

Experiencing this for the first time, Li Yundong felt an ineffable ecstasy ripple and swell within him. Initially like a trickling stream, it quickly escalated into a surging, boiling ocean. Then, the sensation became an immense, drowning sea, submerging him completely! He felt as if he were floating on a warm ocean, every inch of him experiencing comfort and joy, even his very hair and downy fuzz reveling in the release!

Li Yundong felt this surging pleasure build intensely in his chest, making him want to shout to vent it.

The surrounding students who witnessed this spectacle widened their eyes, grinding their teeth with envy. We've seen showing off, but never showing off like this! He actually made a beautiful young woman massage him during class!! Damn it, is there any justice or humanity left? Look at that blissful expression; it makes you want to stomp on him!

At this moment, the teacher lecturing on Marxist-Leninist Philosophy also noticed. His face darkened to the color of burnt charcoal. He especially recalled the Chinese Literature teacher mentioning yesterday that a sophomore in the Chinese Department was utterly intolerable, fooling around with a beautiful girl in class! Seeing this now, the teacher felt this fellow was truly arrogant, openly allowing the beauty beside him to give him a massage in class! Bastard, does he think this is an entertainment venue? Does he think he’s some landlord? I've seen arrogance, but never this arrogant!

The Marxist teacher’s heart burned with hatred, almost crushing the piece of chalk in his hand. Gritting his teeth, he walked down from the podium. Just as he neared Li Yundong, he saw Su Chan, who was massaging him, look his way.

Su Chan offered the Marxist teacher a slight smile and made a 'shush' gesture with her hand over her mouth, then gave him a playful wink.

The Marxist teacher instantly froze. This teacher, surnamed Liu, was only twenty-four or twenty-five, having stayed on as a lecturer after completing his master's degree—a time when youthful vigor burns hottest. Upon seeing the exquisitely beautiful little fox smile at him so flirtatiously, his brain immediately short-circuited. He stood frozen, unsure what to do. Should I interrupt these two lawless individuals? But I can't bear to defy the little beauty's wishes, especially since she's so captivating! Any man would obey! But if I don't interrupt, over a hundred people in this classroom are watching me! How am I supposed to teach here later?

Teacher Liu was caught in a dilemma, standing frozen with a dark, pained expression.

The entire classroom full of students looked at his predicament, then back at Li Yundong's closed-eyed enjoyment, feeling a mix of shock and amusement, yet too scared to laugh, holding it all in.

When the little fox finally withdrew her fingers from Li Yundong and patted his head with her palm, sealing the last bit of surging vital energy back into his meridians.

Li Yundong shuddered slightly and let out a long, relaxed sigh: "So good, so incredibly good!"

Normally, this utterance wouldn't attract much attention, but the classroom was dead silent. Li Yundong had just completed his Minor Heavenly Circuit, his internal Qi at its peak, his voice resonating like a great bell, clearly audible to everyone present.

After his exclamation, Li Yundong still hadn't registered the abnormality of the surroundings. When he opened his eyes, he nearly fell out of his seat in fright.

"Th-this, this!" Li Yundong stammered, his speech catching. "Teacher Liu, what are you doing?"

"Hahahahaha!" The classmates in the room could hold back no longer, erupting into a fit of hysterical laughter, pounding their chests and stamping their feet.

In the midst of the laughter, Teacher Liu’s face contorted. When the uproar subsided slightly, he spoke, biting off each word: "Are you done enjoying yourself?"

This sentence caused a few more students to snicker quietly.

Li Yundong forced a smile that looked uglier than crying. "Done, I'm done!"

Teacher Liu pointed toward the classroom door. "Then get out! I don't welcome students like you here!"

Li Yundong was stunned, speechless for a moment. Su Chan, beside him, stood up, ready to argue indignantly, but Li Yundong pulled her back. "Fine, fine, I'm going now."

As Li Yundong bolted out of the classroom amidst the roaring laughter behind him, Su Chan angrily said, "Why were you afraid of him? I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

Li Yundong’s eyes were filled with tears. "It's over. Now it's impossible not to become famous!"

Su Chan rolled up her sleeves and pulled at Li Yundong. "Let's go, I'll teach him a lesson."

Li Yundong quickly stopped her, glaring, about to lose his temper, but then he suddenly recalled the tenderness of Su Chan’s massage just moments before. This girl was looking out for him, wasn't she? His anger instantly dissipated. He couldn't blame her for this; he could only blame himself!

Li Yundong hung his head, dejected. "Forget it. If they won't let me attend class, let's just go back. This can't be blown up, or the school will definitely expel me."