Three months from Eighth Rank to Ninth Rank, it's nothing special.
Because he is Lu Chenzhou!
...
2:00 PM, Fist Technique class.
"Chenzhou, you're Ninth Rank now? You're about to catch up with me on the rankings."
Today Chen Xiaoyun was wearing a cropped vest, her slender waist wrapped with that whip worth thirteen million, and every time Lu Chenzhou couldn't help but steal another glance.
What a damn good whip.
Noticed Chen Xiaoyun's suspicious expression.
He smiled and said:
"I just had a breakthrough yesterday."
Chen Xiaoyun did the math in her head. She remembered Lu Chenzhou enrolled in early February, only at the peak of Sixth Rank cultivation back then. Now, after just half a year, he'd gone from dead last in the class and broken through three Realms in a row... Was this really just a sudden insight? If it kept going on like this, someone with even top class root bone like her would get surpassed—it was just a matter of time.
"Xiaoyun, I'm off to class."
