Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 2: Goldfinger may be late, but will never be absent!

If it weren't for the steward's explicit statement that the newly promoted junior apprentice, Dantian Chucheng, was very fragile and prone to injury, and that practicing the Cloud and Rain Technique more than three times a day would cause certain damage to the foundation, he might have performed it more than three times, maybe even four or five times.

In order to quickly enter the outer gate and become an official outer disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, everyone in the menial labor yard was exerting extra effort. This is probably why these chores have to be done manually!

Zhang Deming also returned to his room and took out his cultivation plate, beginning today's practice.

Sitting on the round cushion-like cultivation plate, Zhang Deming lightly touched the mechanism and clearly felt a strong spiritual energy surging out from the cultivation plate, wandering within a one-meter radius around him.

Zhang Deming closed his eyes and began practicing the lowest-level introductory technique of the Heavenly Spirit Sect: Basic Technique.

Yes, it's called Basic Technique, just like that. It shows how casual it is, and even those vendors who deliver vegetables to the menial labor yard can get a copy.

...

Three hours later, the sun in the sky began to set, and the hottest time of the day had passed.

Zhang Deming completed today's exercises, feeling the cultivation of a junior apprentice, still far from reaching the intermediate level, feeling a bit bitter in his heart.

Talent... it's really not enough!

Ten years to enter the sect, two years to grasp Qi Sensation, and become a junior apprentice.

Originally, he thought he wasn't a genius, but he shouldn't be a waste either.

But after eight years of cultivation, the intermediate level still seemed distant. Reality had completely told him what it meant to have a spiritual root of 21 points.

He stood up, put away the cultivation plate, and opened his small wooden treasure chest.

Five thumb-sized spirit stones occupied the center of the wooden chest. This was Zhang Deming's most valuable wealth at the Apex Level, accumulated over ten years of rice cultivation.

Caressing the spirit stones, Zhang Deming really wanted to take them out and cultivate.

"Don't be impulsive. These are for breakthroughs. You can't spend them recklessly. If you do, you'll be farming for the rest of your life. Don't even think about flying or hiding underground."

Zhang Deming comforted himself and took out the book in the corner of the chest, closing the chest.

There were only these few things in the chest, no other strange items. He didn't bring anything with him when he transmigrated.

This was also the reason why he was so desperate about his Goldfinger.

This book was given to him by the menial labor yard, along with a bucket of water. The spell was called the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell.

After ten years of entry, he had been studying this book for eight years, but there had been no progress at all.

He once doubted whether it was because he was not suitable for the path of magic due to his talent, rather than his lack of talent.

This world is called the Hongmeng Realm, with many cultivators divided into six major categories: magic, summoning, close combat, bloodline, miscellaneous skills, and special abilities.

They are respectively: magic, summoning, close combat, bloodline, miscellaneous skills, and special abilities.

The Minor Cloud and Rain Spell obviously belonged to the magic category.

After eight years without any progress, Zhang Deming had doubted it.

But he had no choice, and in the menial labor yard, eight years without any achievements was not an exception, not even a special case, just ordinary.

Knowing all this, Zhang Deming finally understood that magic cultivation was difficult in itself, and with his lack of talent, it became even more difficult.

If it weren't for this, why would that guy Zong En be able to show off for half a year because of a magic spell in the menial labor yard, and be so envied by others?

Zhang Deming left the room with the book of the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, left the small courtyard, and after a while, arrived at the main courtyard of the menial labor yard, which was a small square.

In the center of the square, there was a banyan tree that had been growing for who knows how many years, covering more than half of the small square. At this moment, there were already more than twenty menial laborers sitting under the banyan tree.

The rest of them must have been lazy in the morning and were still busy in the fields at this time.

"Ming-ge'er is here."

"Ming Ge'er, you came out a bit late today. Did you take a nap in the morning?"

Under Zhang Deming's deliberate cultivation, his popularity was quite good. As soon as he arrived, many people greeted him.

Zhang Deming responded to each one and sat down.

This group of people could be considered all the farmers in the small area under Qingshan. Every day at this time, everyone would gather together to discuss spells, specifically the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, and exchange their thoughts.

They even imitated the spell exchange meetings of the inner sect.

This habit had already existed when Zhang Deming arrived.

But...

How should I put it?

A group of junior apprentices who didn't know any spells sitting here to exchange what?

In reality, they were just randomly pairing up, although sometimes there were some good results.

For example, those few who had learned the spell. It used to be two, then became three half a year ago, and now it was about to become two again because Zong En had caught up and was about to advance.

The three servants actually liked this time of the day the most.

Not because they were enthusiastic, but because it was the most fulfilling time of the day for them.

Because this was their time to show off, well, that's how Zhang Deming understood it.

But many people were very enthusiastic about it.

One was to flatter and curry favor, and the other was because they genuinely believed they would gain some knowledge of spells.

As for Zhang Deming, he didn't belong to either of these categories. In the past ten years, how many insights had he actually gained from these discussions? It was just a show of superiority. Zhang Deming had heard it before, but even after reaching the level of the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell, he still hadn't grasped the essence.

Until now, Zhang Deming's feeling towards the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell was that he had received a counterfeit book or that spells didn't actually exist in this world.

If it weren't for the presence of spiritual power in his body and the fact that others had learned it, Zhang Deming felt that this kind of thinking would become his main thought.

It was evident how desperate his understanding of the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell was.

His purpose in coming here was solely to deal with interpersonal relationships and maintain connections. This was inevitable.

After the three big shots finished showing off and everyone finished flattering them, a few people surrounded them and continued to flatter and cater to them.

Zhang Deming looked at those people and shook his head slightly. He should have made his move earlier, but he waited until they learned it, clearly too late.

"Ming Ge'er, finish work early tomorrow afternoon and accompany me to the outer sect. How about it?" Zong En spoke up at this moment.

Zhang Deming turned around, nodded, and didn't ask why. He replied, "Okay."

Several opportunists looked at Zhang Deming with envy.

Among the three who knew spells, Zong En currently had the highest status because his cultivation was about to break through.

And Zong En had the best relationship with Zhang Deming, so Zhang Deming also benefited from it.

The group chatted, and people came and went from time to time.

When it was almost dark, Zhang Deming suddenly felt dizzy. Before he could figure out what was happening, his vision went black, and he was almost scared enough to fall backward.

Fortunately, he was sitting down!

When everything calmed down, Zhang Deming noticed that there was a black frame in front of him.

It was about the size of two palms, with a white border and a black text box inside. The entire middle was pitch black.

Looking at this frame, Zhang Deming subconsciously thought of the CMD command prompt panel on a computer in his previous life, or the input panel used in conventional hacking when infiltrating.

The entire file box is pitch black, with only a cursor blinking inside.

At the top of the file box, on the white border bar, there are two functional buttons.

Warehouse, Help.

Looking at the file box in front of him, Zhang Deming looked up and noticed that the two people chatting nearby were looking at him because of his previous actions.

However, they seemed normal and didn't seem to see the file box in front of him.

As his attention shifted, the file box disappeared.

Seeing him look up, one person asked, "Ming Ge, are you okay?"

Zhang Deming shook his head and said, "I'm fine, just felt dizzy for a moment."

The other person said, "Don't start working so early in the afternoon. Go to the kitchen and drink some cooling soup. Although it doesn't taste good, it can prevent heatstroke.

After all, if you get heatstroke and delay watering, it will seriously affect the growth of the rice.

We're about to harvest, so don't let heatstroke affect the harvest. If you lose the reward and get punished, there's nowhere to cry."

Zhang Deming smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just a bit tired. I'll go back and rest for a while."

After saying goodbye to a few people, he got up and left.

After leaving the courtyard, Zhang Deming couldn't help but quicken his pace. When he reached his own door, he was almost running.

At this moment, Zhang Deming was anxious. He couldn't afford not to be anxious.

It had been eighteen years. If he guessed correctly, from the moment he was born until just now, a full eighteen years, his Goldfinger had finally arrived.

Back then, he transmigrated because he died of overwork at his desk.

He didn't buy any items from a stall, and nothing fell from the sky. He thought he didn't have a Goldfinger!

He was almost desperate and ready to become a salted fish, but unexpectedly, the latecomer finally arrived.

Rushing into the house, he closed the door behind him and sat on the bed, urgently summoning the black text box from earlier.

As Zhang Deming focused his attention, a white-bordered text box with a pitch-black interior slowly appeared. There was only a cursor blinking inside the box.

"What is this? It looks so much like the CMD command prompt panel. Did I bring a computer with me?

Where is it?

In my mind?"

He was puzzled, but no one answered.

Zhang Deming focused on the two functional buttons, and he instinctively touched the Help button, hoping to find a beginner's guide.

A text appeared, like a computer page, covering the black file box.

1. This is a software editor that allows you to edit reality through the software. Please explore the specific functions yourself.

2. Editing corresponding content requires the consumption of related editing energy. Please explore how to obtain energy yourself.

3. This editor can edit the dantian, oneself, consciousness, and even external plugins and drives. Currently, the dantian drive is open for editing. Please explore how to open other functional drives yourself.

4. Before investing energy in dantian editing, please enter "/dantian" at the blinking cursor on the main page to jump to the dantian drive category and open the editing function.

5. For more help, please explore on your own.

Zhang Deming: "."

What kind of Goldfinger is this? I have to explore everything myself!!!

What use do you have!!!

But he roughly understood the meaning. It seemed that his body had become a computer, and the dantian was similar to the C drive of a computer. In other words, he could edit the dantian.

But what's the use of this?

Creating software for the dantian?

Haha, without a computer or a phone, how can I use a game software? Do I rely on my body to run it?

Shaking his head, Zhang Deming dismissed the help text and lightly tapped another function button - Warehouse.

This time, it seemed like Zhang Deming's mind gained an extraordinary space, where there was only a solitary ball of light.

On the ball of light, a 'branch' rune flickered.

So this ball of light is the beginner's gift pack? What does the branch mean?

Zhang Deming tapped the ball of light again, but there was no treasure chest appearing as he had imagined, nor any lottery prompt.

Zhang Deming only felt his vision blur, and he had already left the warehouse, sitting in his room again.

In front of him was a black text box with a blinking cursor.

Everything in the warehouse seemed like an illusion, the only difference being that he now held the book Minor Cloud and Rain Spell in his right hand, while his left hand held a white ball of light.

For the first time, a prompt message appeared in his mind: "Energy 1, can edit small plugins, editing conditions met, currently only opening the dantian plate category, please enter a command to jump into the dantian category and edit the plugin."

Following the prompt, Zhang Deming positioned the blinking cursor on the homepage '|' and entered '/dantian' according to the information provided in the help.

The pitch-black text jumped for a moment, and a few symbols appeared in front of the cursor.

Zhang Deming: Dantian》|

The vertical '|' cursor kept blinking, and at this moment, the ball of light and the book of Minor Cloud and Rain Spell in his hand disappeared.

After the '》' symbol, information began to appear. When everything stabilized, it became:

Zhang Deming: Dantian》if () {Minor Cloud and Rain Spell successfully cast} else {cast failed}

(Note: For ease of reading, all subsequent code instructions will be in Chinese and not in English. To facilitate understanding, only the core code of the plugins will be displayed.)

"The core code has been generated. Please modify and edit according to your needs.

Note: Because this plugin is generated by consuming a bit of energy, the modification range is limited.

Please be cautious when modifying the definition of the core code. As the trial run function is temporarily not enabled, if there are logical errors or if the definition exceeds the limit, resulting in the failure of the plugin, you will be responsible for it."

Looking at the suddenly appearing familiar code and the prompt, Zhang Deming's eyes sparkled.

Does this mean that he can treat the Minor Cloud and Rain Spell as a plugin and compile it into his own dantian?

And then use his body as a computer?

Does that mean that if he edits this plugin well, he will learn the coveted Minor Cloud and Rain Spell?

There's only one way to find out!

But there are no dedicated compilation tools or trial run tools.

He can only write by hand and imagine, so he can't mess with the core code.

As an experienced programmer, creating a small plugin with a single line of core code is simply too easy.

He immersed his consciousness and began to modify the core code.

"If (the dantian has sufficient spiritual power and casts Minor Cloud and Rain Spell) {then, Minor Cloud and Rain Spell is successfully cast} else {then, Minor Cloud and Rain Spell is cast failed}"

Apart from adding trigger conditions in the parentheses, Zhang Deming didn't make many modifications. In fact, he had thought about adding a condition like 'if he thinks about it, it will succeed' in the parentheses.

But he was afraid that it wouldn't meet the requirements or that the energy wouldn't be enough, so he ultimately compiled a normal and rigorous trigger condition.

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(End of this chapter)