Guaranteed Admission

Li Guangming looked at the boys before him, at the fighting spirit blazing in their eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

He knew their morale was ready to be put to use.

But that was not all he wanted.

"For this exchange competition, I make this promise on behalf of the school!"

Li Guangming's voice abruptly rose eight octaves. Every word struck everyone's heart like a war drum, brimming with irresistible temptation.

"The individual overall champion of this exchange competition will earn the right to cultivate in our school's Special-Grade Resource Cultivation Room for one month!"

The Special-Grade Resource Cultivation Room!

Those words exploded through the training hall like thunder from the nine heavens!

The whole hall erupted!

What kind of place was that? Supposedly, the concentration of heaven and earth spiritual qi inside was several times that of the outside world, and it was bolstered by a formation that aided comprehension of the Dao. Ordinary students, let alone entering, were not even qualified to take a look!

Even Liu Haifeng and Wang Zhen jolted, their faces full of disbelief.

That was far too lavish!

The principal had even pulled out the school's underwear!

Before the crowd could recover from the enormous shock, however, Li Guangming dropped another, even more devastating bombshell.

"Not only that!" He held up two fingers. "The individual champion's weekly allocation of all cultivation resources will be doubled until he graduates from elementary school!"

Boom!

This time, the entire training hall erupted completely!

If the Special-Grade Cultivation Room was the highest honor, then double resources meant a grand road to higher Martial Dao realms, paved with gold and star diamonds!

"Holy shit! Double!"

"Six qi and blood potions a week? That's fucking taking off!"

Wei Zhe's breathing instantly became extremely rapid.

But soon, everyone's gaze subconsciously converged on the figure who had remained silent all along.

Chen Fan, who had always been as still as an ancient well, finally had a dazzling glint erupt in his pupils, deep as the night sky, the moment he heard the two rewards.

The Special-Grade Cultivation Room... double resources...

Seeing the desire that had finally appeared on that youthful face, Li Guangming smiled in satisfaction.

This was exactly the effect he wanted!

He swung his hand and called out in a voice like a great bell, "Move out!"

Led by Liu Haifeng and Wang Zhen, the five-person competition team, headed by Chen Fan, walked toward the luxury hovercar that had long been waiting at the school gate, its body entirely black and its lines sleek, amid the frenzied cheers of their classmates, roaring like mountains and seas.

"Go, boss!"

"Take them down!"

The car door closed, shutting out the clamor outside.

Inside, the atmosphere instantly grew grave.

Liu Haifeng and Wang Zhen sat on either side of Chen Fan like two door gods, their expressions more serious than ever before.

"In this competition, you'll face the top geniuses from every Martial Dao Elementary School in East Sea City," Wang Zhen said first, his voice low. "But there are only two you need to watch out for most."

Liu Haifeng took over. With a grave expression, he brought up his optical computer and projected two files in front of Chen Fan.

"East Sea Third Primary School's ace, Lin Hu."

The file showed a boy with dark skin, solid muscles, and eyes as fierce as a wild beast's.

"According to the latest intelligence, he was born with a barbarian body, and his qi and blood are far more abundant than an ordinary person's. A week ago, his qi and blood had already broken through 21 calories."

21 calories!

The other team members in the car all sucked in a cold breath, some color draining from their faces.

That number had already surpassed what they understood to be the limit for their peers.

Liu Haifeng swiped his finger and switched to the second file.

"Li Hao, from the host school, Experimental Primary School."

The boy in the photograph had handsome features and the faintest hint of a smile on his lips, but his eyes held the arrogance of someone looking down on all beings.

"He's hailed as Experimental Primary School's strongest genius in nearly ten years. Half a month ago, there were already rumors that his qi and blood had reached 22 calories. Now..." Liu Haifeng took a deep breath. "He can only be stronger!"

An inescapable worry filled the two teachers' words.

They knew Chen Fan was a monster, and that his fist technique had reached the major accomplishment stage.

But the promising talents from the other two schools were no pushovers either.

They could only hope that Chen Fan could use his almost supernatural fist technique to create a miracle.

Chen Fan listened quietly and looked at the two files, his face showing not the slightest ripple. He merely nodded gently to show he understood.

To Liu Haifeng and Wang Zhen, that calm demeanor was composure after being hit by enormous pressure, and they could not help feeling a little more concern and expectation.

What they did not know was that—

Chen Fan's heart was just as unruffled.

Not because of pressure, but because of... disdain.

One month.

With the frenzied piling on of four Primary Qi-Blood Potions every week, bolstered by his terrifying [One in a Thousand] talent, his strength had long undergone an earth-shaking transformation.

13.9 calories?

That was the number from half a month ago.

Just last night, the flickering number on the light screen of the military-grade testing device in his room had clearly settled at:

24.6 calories!

The hovercar passed over the city and finally landed smoothly in the enormous central plaza of East Sea City's Experimental Primary School.

The car door slid open soundlessly.

The sharp aura of elite geniuses from dozens of schools, mingled together, swept toward them like an invisible wave.

The plaza was packed with people, the different school uniforms forming distinct groups. Every team radiated powerful confidence and fighting spirit.

Yet the moment Chen Fan and the others got out, a group of students nearby, dressed in Experimental Primary School uniforms and carrying themselves with particular arrogance, immediately noticed them.

Their leader was none other than Li Hao, the boy from the photograph in the file.

A perfectly measured smile hung on his lips, but his eyes were like those of a lion surveying its territory as he casually swept his gaze over the slightly ill-at-ease teams, an innate sense of superiority in his eyes.

Beside him, a tall, thin lackey let his gaze roam over the group from East Sea Martial Arts Elementary School before settling on Chen Fan, the shortest of them.

He gave an exaggerated snicker, speaking neither loudly nor softly, yet his voice reached the ears of every team nearby with precision.

"Hey, look. Has East Sea Martial Arts Elementary School really run out of people? Why did they bring a kid who's just been weaned to make up the numbers?"

As soon as he said it, a burst of uncontrollable laughter rose around them.

The faces of Wei Zhe and several other team members instantly turned the color of pig liver. The qi and blood in their bodies churned beyond their control, and their clenched fists creaked.

Liu Haifeng's gaze abruptly darkened, but he reached out and gripped Wei Zhe's shoulder firmly.

"Don't be impulsive," he said in a very low voice. "Let your strength do the talking."

Just then, a smartly dressed middle-aged man with a smooth smile walked over, his face beaming. He was Experimental Primary School's dean of students, Director Zhang.

He warmly shook Liu Haifeng's hand, but his gaze swept over Chen Fan as if by accident. He spoke with feigned surprise. "Teacher Liu, your school is truly considerate of its students. You even let a contestant bring his little brother along to broaden his horizons?"

Those words were even more vicious than the student's mockery just now.

Not a trace of anger showed on Liu Haifeng's face. He merely smiled faintly and reached out to pat Chen Fan on the shoulder, his tone calm.

"You've misunderstood, Director Zhang."

"He isn't here to broaden his horizons."

"He's a contestant from our Martial Dao Elementary School!"

Director Zhang and the students around them, who had been pricking up their ears to listen, froze for a moment. Then even louder, more unrestrained laughter erupted.

In their eyes, this was undoubtedly the joke of the year, tossed out by East Sea Martial Arts Elementary School after the Guizhou donkey had exhausted all its tricks.

Amid the mocking and pitying gazes all around them, Chen Fan and his group were led to a designated rest area at the edge of the plaza and seated.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Fan's expression did not change in the slightest.

As though everything outside had nothing to do with him, he simply sat down quietly and closed his eyes to rest.

In the eyes of the onlookers, this unusual calm instead confirmed the rumors that he had autism, drawing more sympathetic whispers.

"What a pity. He's quite good-looking, but there's something wrong with his head."

"I heard his parents are both frontline martial artists. Maybe something traumatized him."

Wei Zhe listened to the chatter, his teeth itching with anger, but a look from Wang Zhen stopped him.

He could only swallow a bellyful of anger and stand guard beside Chen Fan like a door god, glaring fiercely at everyone who dared come near.

Time passed, and the nearly thousand teachers and students in the plaza gradually quieted down.

The opening ceremony was about to begin.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a dark gray Zhongshan suit, with a steady bearing and an air of authority even without anger, walked slowly onto the raised platform, personally accompanied by Experimental Primary School's principal.

When Wang Zhen saw the man, his pupils abruptly shrank. He lowered his voice and cried out, "It's Director Qian from Donghai First Middle School!"

Donghai First Middle School!

Those words seemed to carry a kind of magic, instantly silencing all the restless students nearby.

That was the school every Martial Dao student in East Sea City dreamed of attending!

Wang Zhen took a deep breath and quickly explained to the still somewhat bewildered team members, "Director Qian is the head of admissions for First Middle School's junior division! He controls the special admission slots and can decide your future with a single word!"

Everyone's breathing grew rapid at that moment.

On the platform, Director Qian took the microphone. His steady, powerful voice carried clearly to every corner of the plaza through the sound system.

After announcing the standard resource rewards, he changed the subject, his gaze as bright as a torch as it swept over the pairs of eager young eyes below.

"To discover true Martial Dao prospects, our school has deliberated and reached a decision. Here, on behalf of Donghai First Middle School, I announce an additional reward."

He paused slightly, every word ringing with force.

"The overall champion of this individual competition will be directly granted guaranteed admission to our school's top class!"

Boom!

The entire crowd erupted!

If the previous rewards were a tempting cake, then this promise was a ladder to the heavens, enough to change one's fate!

An unprecedented fire instantly ignited in the eyes of every contestant!

Even Li Hao, who had acted as though no one could stand above him, had lost the relaxed smile on his face, replaced by utter solemnity and fervor.

And Chen Fan, who had kept his eyes closed to rest, as though cut off from the world, finally opened them slowly at that moment.

His gaze passed through the clamoring crowd and over faces twisted with excitement, finally settling on the figure of Director Qian, who held authority on the platform.

Donghai First Middle School...

As a corporate slave in his previous life, he knew well what a good platform meant for a person's life.

If I can get in there and receive the best education, perhaps...

I can reach the front lines sooner and help my parents!