Until.
"Next."
"Lin Xiaoxiao."
The moment her name was called, the gaze of the entire sports field instantly converged on the girl with the ponytail, dressed in a tight black martial arts uniform.
She was widely recognized as the school beauty of Jiangcheng No. 3 High School.
At the same time, she was also Jiangcheng's most mysterious wealthy heiress.
No one knew exactly what her family did, only that she was always escorted to and from school by dedicated bodyguards, and even the principal treated her with great deference.
Lin Xiaoxiao paid no attention to the surrounding stares.
She turned her head and looked towards Su Yu, who was in the waiting area.
Suddenly, she winked at him.
In that look was a hint of mischief, and also a sense of relief that she could finally drop her disguise.
"Watch closely."
Lin Xiaoxiao whispered a sentence that only she could hear.
Then.
She turned around and strode onto the testing platform.
She placed her hands gently on the sensor panel.
Whoosh!!!
This time, it was no longer a low rumble.
But an extremely piercing shriek, as if the machine was about to overload and explode!
Boom!
The red pillar of light didn't climb.
It teleported!
In the blink of an eye, the light pillar smashed through the full score mark of 10.0!
And it continued to surge upwards at a hair-raising speed!
20.0!
50.0!
100.0! The limits of a martial artist were torn apart in an instant!
'Beep, beep, beep, beep!'
The qi-blood testing machine let out an extremely shrill red alarm!
This was an ordinary high school testing machine that could only accurately measure up to 100 qi-blood points. Now it was enduring a terrifying energy level it was never designed for!
Fine cracks actually began to appear on the transparent glass tube!
The tens of thousands of examinees, parents, and even the experienced city defense soldiers on the field.
At this moment, they were all frozen in a deathly stillness.
Even their breathing stopped.
The light pillar kept soaring!
200.0!
300.0!
Until the entire glass tube was filled to the brim with a rich, almost black, red light. A sound of overstrain, a crisp 'crack', came from inside the machine.
Finally, the light pillar stopped.
The electronic display flickered wildly a few times.
Eventually, it labored to spit out a number that made everyone question reality.
[Lin Xiaoxiao, Qi-Blood Value: 406.0!]
[Evaluation: Cannot Be Assessed! System Overload!]
Bang!
The exam supervisor's clipboard crashed heavily to the ground.
His mouth hung open, his eyeballs nearly bulging out as he stared at the number like an idiot.
406?
406!!!
How could she still be a high school student?!
The martial arts realm classification of the Daxia Empire was extremely strict.
10 points was a perfect score.
100 points meant a Martial Artist.
And 406 points…
That meant she had already crossed the threshold of a beginner Martial Artist and stepped directly into the realm of an intermediate Martial Artist!
Jiangcheng was just a third-tier small city on the edge of the Daxia Empire, but it still had a permanent resident population of over ten million.
Here, a formal Martial Artist with qi-blood exceeding 100 already enjoyed a very high social status, earning the admiration of ordinary people.
But what about Martial Artists above 400 points?
They were elite hunters who had spent over a decade fighting high-rank alien beasts in the wilderness outside the city walls!
They were the powerful battalion commanders leading elite squads and fighting bloody battles on the frontlines of beast tides in the city defense forces!
They were the lofty, prestigious senior instructors responsible for imparting knowledge at Jiangcheng's local martial arts universities!
Even for past top scholars in Jiangcheng's college entrance exams, who then suffered through four years of intensive study at a top-tier martial arts university, it was extremely rare to reach such a number!
And now.
An eighteen-year-old high school girl, who hadn't even stepped through the doors of a university yet, had produced a god-defying data point comparable to those battle-hardened veterans and university instructors on the eve of the college entrance exam!
This wasn't genius.
This was a monster!
This was a true, heaven-defying prodigy of a top-tier family, who had been forged by countless unimaginable elite resources!
On the sports field.
Silence.
An absolute, utter silence that lasted a full minute.
No one dared to speak.
No one even dared to breathe loudly.
Everyone looked up at the calm girl on the testing platform with a reverence usually reserved for gods.
Zhao Ze slumped in his seat in the rest area.
His proud score of 10.3.
His proud family background and resources.
In the face of that glaring '406', it was all a ridiculous joke.
Less than a speck of dust.
"So… this is the foundation of a top-tier clan…" Zhao Ze muttered to himself, his eyes completely losing focus.
In the waiting area.
Su Yu stood with his arms crossed, quietly watching Lin Xiaoxiao who was radiant on the testing platform.
His eyes remained calm.
A qi-blood value of 406.
It was indeed very strong.
Strong enough to sweep aside 99% of the examinees in the entire country this year.
It also perfectly explained why she could casually produce a special admission recommendation for Kyoto’s No.1 Martial Arts University.
A clan at that level was definitely a family with immense influence and power in Kyoto.
But.
Su Yu lowered his eyelids slightly, sensing the locked-away monstrous qi-blood within himself—deep, boundless, like a vast ocean.
1000.8 points.
The Martial Master realm.
He didn't smile, nor did he show any emotion.
He simply made a very objective judgment in his mind.
"Not bad."
That was all.
The silence on the field lasted for several more minutes.
Until Lin Xiaoxiao retracted her fair hands from the sensor panel.
The piercing alarm finally stopped.
She turned around, casually tidying her high ponytail.
She paid no attention to the expression of the exam supervisor, who looked like he'd seen a ghost, nor did she care about the extremely reverent gazes of tens of thousands of people.
She walked down the testing platform in her special tactical boots, taking long strides.
The crowd parted before her like the Red Sea, automatically creating a wide pathway.
No one dared to look her in the eye.
A qi-blood value of 406 points. She wasn't a student anymore; she was a human-shaped monster disguised in the skin of a stunningly beautiful girl!
However.
When this 'human-shaped monster' passed through the crowd and reached the edge of the waiting area, her originally cool and proud aura instantly melted away.
Lin Xiaoxiao stopped in front of Su Yu.
She tilted her chin up slightly, her pure and beautiful face glowing with undisguised pride and triumph.
Like a little girl who had just aced an exam and couldn't wait to run home for her parents' praise.
"So?" Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Su Yu, her eyes sparkling.
Su Yu looked at this young girl, who had such a powerful background and terrifying strength, and just nodded calmly.
"Very impressive."
There was no flattery, no reverence. Just the most objective evaluation.
Hearing those three words.
The smile on Lin Xiaoxiao's face instantly blossomed, brighter than the morning sunlight.
"Of course!"
She gave a light, proud hum and stepped forward.
Closing the distance between them.
The faint fragrance of the girl—a mix of high-end shampoo and a trace of sweat—naturally drifted into Su Yu's nostrils.
Lin Xiaoxiao raised her right hand, forming a delicate little fist.
Naturally and casually, she lightly punched Su Yu on the shoulder.
"When you go to the Great Xia Capital's Number One Martial Arts University later..."
"I'll have your back!"
The punch landed with the lightest of force.
It carried not a trace of vital energy fluctuation—purely a bit of physical contact disguised by the girl's playful cover.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
