I can use my morality points to allocate stats

Magic spells account for nearly one-third of the total score in the Immortal Examination.

For those wishing to take the Immortal Exam, spells are an unavoidable component for all candidates.

The first-rank lower-grade Pile Standing technique, though somewhat lacking, was Lin Mo's only presentable body cultivation technique. As for other spells, they were even less impressive.

Lin Mo diligently practiced the Pile Standing technique twenty times in an open space in the park. By the time he finished, his clean short-sleeved T-shirt was completely soaked with sweat.

"Phew!" He exhaled deeply, wiping his face, which was covered in sweat.

Simultaneously, a system prompt sounded in his ear:

[Pile Standing practiced 20 times, proficiency +0.2]

Heh, still so little... Lin Mo wasn't surprised by this.

Factors affecting the progress of Pile Standing, besides practice time, included [Comprehension] and [Physique].

While wiping his sweat, Lin Mo opened his spell panel to check:

[Spells]:

1. Basic Sword Technique (Lower Grade): 112/1000

2. Fire Control Technique (Lower Grade): 110/1000

3. Rain Summoning Technique (Lower Grade): 109/1000

4. Kuixing Pile Standing (Lower Grade): 320/1000

...

All were first-rank lower-grade spells.

The [Basic Sword Technique] and [Kuixing Pile Standing] were taught uniformly at school, while [Fire Control Technique] and [Rain Summoning Technique] were obtained by Lin Mo through daily quests.

Compared to other ordinary students, his spell panel was much richer, but it wasn't very useful.

[Physique] and [Comprehension] determined the speed of cultivating "techniques" and "spells" respectively. Unfortunately, both attributes were average for him.

So even the highest [Kuixing Pile Standing] only had 320 points of proficiency, barely reaching the threshold of small accomplishment.

This was still due to his persistence in doing morning exercises every day during his first two years of high school.

As for the other three spells, he had actually been diligently practicing them during his meditation time before the final sprint of senior year.

However, no miracle occurred in the end, and basically, after each spell reached 100 points of proficiency, progress became slow.

Especially for [Fire Control Technique] and [Rain Summoning Technique], it would take at least another year to reach small accomplishment, let alone great accomplishment or mastery.

This was also why he had temporarily given up on cultivating them and focused on practicing Pile Standing instead.

Lin Mo sighed regretfully, "Why can't [Comprehension] and [Physique] be increased like spiritual roots?"

It's worth noting that [Spells] accounted for nearly one-third of the score proportion in the Immortal Exam.

Merit could be used to enhance spiritual roots, cultivation level could also be improved, but spells...

Wait a minute!

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Lin Mo's mind, as if he had thought of something. He quickly opened the merit value panel and moved a portion of merit towards the [Spells] panel.

Sure enough, a crisp prompt appeared in his ear:

[You invested 10 points of merit into "Kuixing Pile Standing", spell experience +1.5 (10*15%)]

It really worked!

A hint of joy appeared on Lin Mo's face.

Since that's the case, why am I working so hard?

No need to practice this Pile Standing anymore!

He was in high spirits. The three subjects required for the Immortal Exam - spiritual roots, cultivation level, and spells - could all be enhanced through merit values.

He could only marvel: this cheat was truly comprehensive.

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze from the panel, stretched a bit on the spot, while simultaneously scanning his surroundings.

The figure in red near the pavilion had left at some point.

Not only that, but the uncles and aunties around had also mostly dispersed, with only a few elderly gentlemen stretching like him.

By the time he finished his cool-down routine, it was past 1 AM.

It must be said that Pile Standing was indeed effective in combating drowsiness.

After completing twenty rounds of Kuixing Pile Standing, Lin Mo didn't feel sleepy at all.

Just then, his sense of smell suddenly became acute, and the aroma of barbecue continuously wafted into his nostrils.

"Gurgle gurgle~!"

His stomach growled right on cue.

"There's still a barbecue stall open at this hour?"

Lin Mo felt his pockets, naturally finding no coins.

He had only brought two yuan when he left home, all of which had been given to Old Man Qin.

"Forget it, I'll go home and make instant noodles."

He shook his head, just about to detour around the barbecue stall's location and take another route back to the residential area, when suddenly a conspicuous red object appeared on the ground not far away.

His eyes quick and feet swift, he quickly walked over and stepped on it, then looked around left and right, pretending to bend down to tie his shoelaces while his fingers swiftly picked it up.

Spreading it out in his palm, it was indeed a hundred-yuan banknote, as real as it could be.

"Haha, I found money!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, his mood even happier than when he had learned that merit values could increase spell proficiency.

From childhood to now, the largest denomination he had ever found was only 5 yuan.

His record for finding money had just been refreshed by twenty times, how could he not be happy?

"Could it be because of the luck value?" A hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Two unusual things had happened today, both occurring after merit had coalesced into luck value.

"Luck is actually this useful, no wonder that guy Ye Chen could reverse his situation in such a short time."

He recalled Ye Chen's smug face, then chuckled:

"Let's go, time for some barbecue!"

Destiny cannot be defied, it seems he was destined to have barbecue today!

Lin Mo changed direction and walked towards the barbecue stall at the park entrance.

Before he had completely left the park area, he heard a vigorous voice:

"If you don't have money, how can you eat barbecue!"

Lin Mo looked towards the source of the voice and saw the middle-aged owner of the barbecue stall, grilling skewers while speaking irritably to the person in front of him.

The voice was so loud that it even attracted the attention of the few passersby nearby.

The person standing opposite the charcoal stove was familiar to Lin Mo - it was the school beauty Chu Wange, who had been practicing Kuixing Pile Standing near the pavilion earlier.

Chu Wange didn't blush or become flustered due to the middle-aged owner's loud scolding.

On the contrary, her expression was very calm. She looked at the owner who was adding charcoal to the stove and said something surprising:

"My swordsmanship is good, I can help you chop wood."

The middle-aged owner's hand, which was holding the charcoal, paused slightly. Then he looked Chu Wange up and down and said with a strange expression:

"What do I need firewood for?"

Chu Wange pointed at his charcoal stove and said, "To burn."

"This burns charcoal, not firewood!"

"Firewood can burn too."

The middle-aged owner said helplessly, "Yes, firewood can burn, but we're not allowed to burn wood in the city."

Chu Wange didn't give up and continued, "I can help you chop wood, you can take it home to burn."

So we can't get past chopping wood, huh!

The middle-aged owner really couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, threw the fire tongs into the charcoal stove, and said to Chu Wange:

"Let me say it again, I don't need firewood, and we don't need to burn wood at home either. Which household doesn't have natural gas nowadays?"

"Besides, you're just a young girl, if you don't have money, don't eat barbecue. You even ordered so much. I see you're wearing the robe of Nanshan No. 4 Middle School, how could they educate a student like you..."

Hey hey hey, if you're talking about Nanshan, I can't tolerate that!

Lin Mo, who originally just wanted to watch the show, frowned and quickly walked forward, directly interrupting the owner's tirade:

"How much is it? I'll pay!"

The middle-aged owner's words came to an abrupt halt. He glanced at Lin Mo and said, "108 yuan, cash or Immortal Pay?"

Lin Mo's hand, which was reaching for his money, paused. He was silent for a moment, then looked at the owner and said, "Can you... round it down?"

The middle-aged owner: "..."