Tianjing Airport.
As the cabin door opened, a blast of dry air hit their faces, drawing a clear line from the hot, sticky humidity of Yangcheng.
In September, Yangcheng was still experiencing summer, but Tianjing already had the crisp, clear air of autumn.
It was this air, so dry it felt like it could burst the capillaries in one's nose.
Cough, cough, cough!
Stepping off the boarding stairs, Tong Dong clutched his neck and coughed violently, his face wrinkling like a bitter melon. My God, I feel like my throat is smoking.
Beside him, Xu Haoming had wanted to maintain his dignity as a teacher, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he also felt incredibly dry, as if a wad of cotton had been stuffed down his throat.
He discreetly unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and tilted his head back, taking a large gulp.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
That is better, Xu Haoming let out a long sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Tong Dong immediately took a few big gulps as well.
Lin Mo followed behind, showing no particular reaction to the climate change.
He simply used his divine sense to scan the surroundings, sighing inwardly that the capital's airport was indeed massive, much larger than Yangcheng's.
The training base has arranged for someone to pick us up. Stick close, I am going to make a call to confirm the location.
Xu Haoming took out his phone and walked ahead.
He led Lin Mo and the others to the baggage carousel while talking on the phone.
Checked baggage had to be retrieved separately after getting off the plane.
Lin Mo had excellent hearing. Even from a few meters away, the clear voice on the other end of the line drilled into his ears.
No problem, Mr. Xu, we have arrived. You will see me as soon as you come out, and I have prepared a pickup sign...
It sounded like things were arranged quite thoughtfully.
Lin Mo pondered inwardly that this trip to Tianjing might go more smoothly than expected.
With things set up like this, Lin Mo felt that this Tianjing trip should be very smooth.
Hey, Lin Mo! Tong Dong leaned in, his eyes shining. Can we go see the flag-raising ceremony? I want to go to Tianmen to see it, and the Great Wall! You are not a true man until you reach the Great Wall!
He looked fascinated, as if he were already standing at the top of the Great Wall, raising his arms and shouting.
Although usually very quiet, arriving in the capital made Tong Dong excited.
Lin Mo glanced at him and poured a bucket of cold water on his enthusiasm: Let us first see if the training base we are going to even allows us to go out. If it is under fully closed militarized management, you can just watch the national flag on the sports field. They raise it every day.
Ah? No way, right?
Tong Dong's face instantly fell. They have to give us a break for the National Day, right? It is a seven-day holiday!
As they spoke, the baggage carousel started, and suitcases came out one by one along the belt.
Lin Mo swept his gaze over the dazzling array of suitcases and instantly locked onto three targets.
He stepped forward, and before the suitcases even rotated to him, he stretched out his arm and effortlessly lifted a black, a silver, and a purple suitcase off one after another. The whole process was smooth and flowing.
The black one belonged to Tong Dong, the silver one to Xu Haoming, and the purple one was Lin Mo's own.
Tong Dong was still craning his neck looking for his.
Right here, Lin Mo patted the three suitcases in front of him.
Tong Dong could not help but marvel, Your eyesight is like you have built-in radar.
Alright, the car is already waiting for us outside, we can just head straight out.
Xu Haoming returned after finishing his call and took his suitcase.
Tong Dong did not give up and chased after him to ask, Mr. Xu, is the training base closed off? We want to go see the flag-raising ceremony; I have never seen it in person in my life.
Hearing this, Xu Haoming's footsteps slowed half a beat.
He scratched his head, looking a bit troubled. This... I am really not sure. But I can understand your wish, patriotism and all that.
He pondered for a moment and then turned serious again: I will ask around for you when the time comes. But one thing must be made clear in advance: even if you are allowed to go out, it must be an organized trip. Although you are all adults, at a time like this, no one is allowed to run off on their own, hear me?
Xu Haoming's words were half negotiation and half command; his sense of responsibility was undeniable.
The three of them pushed their luggage carts out of the arrival hall.
At a glance, the exit was crowded with people, and there was a wide variety of pickup signs.
Only one bright yellow sign stood out exceptionally in the crowd.
Welcome to the students from Yuedong Province coming to Beijing for math training.
Xu Haoming's eyes lit up, and he led the two students over with large strides.
Hello, are you Mr. Huang?
The middle-aged man holding the sign looked over upon hearing the voice, immediately putting on a warm smile and revealing a set of neat teeth.
You must be Mr. Xu from Yuedong Province, right? I am Huang Jingmin, it must have been a tiring journey.
He turned his gaze to Lin Mo and Tong Dong, nodding approvingly: These two must be Lin Mo and Tong Dong, right? You look very energetic.
Hello, Mr. Huang.
Lin Mo and Tong Dong also greeted him very politely.
Getting into the private car, the destination they drove towards surprised both students.
This so-called training base was not a school campus at all, but a modern high-rise building towering in the middle of the city. Its entire body was made of glass curtain walls and steel structures, reflecting a cold, hard light in the sun.
Ah, this... Tong Dong could not hold back and whispered to Lin Mo, Shouldn't it be a school?
Lin Mo did not say anything, just calmly looked out the window.
Seeing the unconcealed astonishment on the two students' faces, Huang Jingmin seemed to have long been accustomed to this reaction and explained with a smile:
Do not let it looking like an office building fool you; it has everything you need inside. This is a national-level comprehensive subject training center. Besides you math national competition trainees, top talents in physics, chemistry, and biology are also all here.
Put that way, it made sense.
Xu Haoming was also a bit speechless. He had guided several batches of students but had never seen such a grand setup.
Then the students' accommodation...
Food and lodging are all in the building.
Huang Jingmin's tone carried a bit of pride. Dorms, cafeteria, library, gym, and even a small indoor garden. They are talents selected by the country, so the logistics and support must be top-tier. You just need to focus entirely on winning glory for the country, and do not worry about the rest.
These words warmed people's hearts.
Deep in Lin Mo's eyes, a faint glimmer quietly flashed by.
His massive divine sense silently covered the entire building.
Interesting.
Inside the building, besides ordinary people, there were actually over a dozen special auras, both strong and weak, entrenched within. It was probably security arranged by the Yanhuang Awakening.
There were even a few corners equipped with extremely hidden surveillance and detection formations.
There were indeed some unusual points about this place.
However, he did not make a sound. He just moved his fingers slightly, and then everything returned to peace.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.