He had worked as a menial in the Palace of Dou Shuai of the Supreme Lord Laozi for so many years and had seen countless fire source stones, but this was the first time he had encountered one so peculiar.

The fire source stone stores Samadhi True Fire within. Once the Samadhi True Fire is triggered and burns out, the fire source stone permanently loses its energy and can never be recharged—in modern terms, it’s single-use.

However, this particular fire source stone was different. The stone’s temperature quickly cooled down, but the red hue in the circle remained. David Bolton realized that the reason the fire source stone had just heated up and turned red was because it had absorbed the anger value from Grace Howard just now.

Samadhi True Fire is divided into upper, middle, and lower Samadhi. The heart is the monarch fire, also called divine fire—this is the upper Samadhi; the kidneys are the minister fire, also called essence fire—this is the middle Samadhi; the fire in the lower abdomen’s sea of qi is called the people’s fire, classified as the lower Samadhi. These three together make up the Samadhi True Fire.

As long as all three are gathered, Samadhi True Fire can be triggered, and one can refine elixirs.

David Bolton had just angered Grace Howard, causing Grace Howard to ignite her heart fire, with her anger value breaking through two thousand, and the fire source stone absorbed and stored her two thousand heart fire value.

At present, David Bolton still didn’t know whether this fire source stone could retain its energy without diminishing. If this fire source stone really had the function of continuously accumulating true fire, then he had truly found a treasure.

A young man in a light blue tracksuit strode toward David Bolton with long, confident steps. He was the PE teacher at Beichen High School, Andrew Sullivan—tall, handsome, exuding masculinity in every move. He had been named an outstanding young teacher at the city level for three consecutive years and was the heartthrob of many innocent schoolgirls.

Andrew Sullivan’s face was clouded with gloom, his sword-like brows knitted together, and displeasure was written all over his face. Even before he got close, David Bolton could already sense a faint hostility. This man’s stamina was 80, attack power 80, defense 80, IQ 110, and EQ 130.

David Bolton had discovered a secret: the more emotionally turbulent the other person was, the more clearly he could see their physical stats. If the person before him was deeply reserved and calm as still water, it was much harder to gauge their depth. Moreover, he usually only saw the other’s combat stats when they harbored strong hostility toward him.

Andrew Sullivan was strong, with balanced abilities in every aspect. Strangely, though his face was full of anger, David Bolton didn’t detect any anger value from him. A number appeared in David Bolton’s mind: charm value 85.

This was a number David Bolton envied. After all, ever since he was banished to the mortal world, his own charm value had remained steadily at -9999. The larger the number after the negative sign, the more miserable it was. This meant that the difference in charm between himself and this PE teacher was in the tens of thousands—an absolute gulf!

Andrew Sullivan bent down to pick up the letter on the ground, then held it up high and questioned David Bolton condescendingly, “What is this?” His deep, magnetic voice drew the secret glances of many girls as he spoke. Because of these admiring looks, Andrew Sullivan’s charm value changed from 85 to 86.

David Bolton’s charm value simultaneously changed to -10000, leaving him truly frustrated. The knowledge he had before the age of fifteen had quietly returned, and he felt that this Mr. Sullivan had just stolen a bit of his charm. Damn it! So what if you’re big? So what if you’re a PE teacher? In the past, I’d have slapped you straight out the Southern Heavenly Gate.

David Bolton understood the importance of respecting teachers, but the man before him was a PE teacher. In the fragments of memory he had recovered, Andrew Sullivan had never treated him well and had even punished him physically several times. Subconsciously, he harbored deep resentment toward this man.

Andrew Sullivan didn’t expect to get an answer from David Bolton. In front of the other students, he unceremoniously pulled out the letter and, after just a glance, his expression turned to disdain: “David Bolton, oh David Bolton, no wonder you’re not making progress. So this is what’s on your mind all day? Writing love letters to female classmates!”

The surrounding students burst into laughter, but Grace Howard had already left the gym and couldn’t hear the laughter or see what was happening here.

David Bolton could feel his malice and contempt, but he didn’t care. His mind was still on the fire source stone. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and he raised his head, looking at Andrew Sullivan with rebellious arrogance: “She just gave me this letter. Anyone who isn’t blind could see that!”

Andrew Sullivan was stunned. The entire gym instantly fell silent. No one had expected this silent, slow-witted fat guy to openly talk back to an outstanding young teacher. But no one could deny that Grace Howard had indeed thrown the letter in David Bolton’s face just now. Still, everyone knew Grace Howard couldn’t possibly write him a love letter, let alone give it to him in front of so many people. She wasn’t blind—he was clearly turning the truth upside down.

Andrew Sullivan’s eyes widened, and a nameless fire surged in his heart—anger value 500!

David Bolton not only didn’t feel afraid, but was secretly delighted. This was exactly what he wanted. He was deliberately provoking Andrew Sullivan. The more outstanding someone’s physical stats, the stronger their anger value should be. If the fire source stone he was wearing really could absorb true fire, then Andrew Sullivan would be an excellent energy source. The angrier he got, the more energy the fire source stone would absorb.