Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal — Part 35

In an instant, Yuan Huan seemed to have a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders and nodded vigorously.

A bizarre expression appeared on his face—one he had never shown before outsiders.

"But before that, I need to find a test subject first."

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10 p.m.

After finishing his fist practice at Teacher Luo's home, Meng Chuan could not help telling his master as he said goodbye:

"Teacher Luo, I took the school's second-year martial arts exam today and came first."

"Oh? Not bad. How strong were your opponents?"

"The last one I beat practiced Tiger Form. His Blood Qi was about the same as mine."

Luo Guanyun nodded.

"Not bad, but don't get cocky. This was only the lowest-level competition."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement.

Luo Guanyun then asked about more details of the matches. Meng Chuan answered each question, and Luo Guanyun pointed out what needed improvement accordingly.

Only when he saw how late it had grown did Luo Guanyun let Meng Chuan leave.

After digesting Teacher Luo's guidance, Meng Chuan rose to say goodbye. The Hua Yun Estates car was still waiting for him downstairs.

Sitting in the back seat, Meng Chuan closed his eyes and pondered.

Early the next morning.

Meng Chuan had just finished practicing his fists and come down from the rooftop, ready to head to school, when he received a bank transfer.

100,000 yuan credited to bank card

His wallet, which had been drained after shopping at the mall a few days ago, was full again.

He was still a little excited. The demon-slaying reward he had received from the police station last time had merely been an unexpected windfall.

These 100,000 yuan counted as the first pot of gold in his martial arts career.

As Meng Chuan went downstairs, eating breakfast and thinking at the same time, he mulled it over and over but still could not figure out which screw had come loose in the principal's head.

What exactly is the principal thinking?

It was just a school final exam. Why give me so much money?

After wolfing down the red bean porridge in two or three mouthfuls, Meng Chuan decided to go to school and get to the bottom of it. Otherwise, taking the money would leave him uneasy.

Peaceful High School.

Meng Chuan was reading a fist manual in the classroom while his classmates heatedly discussed yesterday's exam questions.

"I still don't even know the names of quite a few people, and we're already about to part ways."

Winter break would begin tomorrow. Once it ended, he would be attending classes with the second-years.

He lowered his head and glanced into his desk compartment. Well, there was not a single cultural studies textbook inside.

Then he looked up at the classmates he had spent half a year with.

Silently, he wished them well.

Everyone had their own road to walk. His goal was to climb the summit of the mountain called martial arts.

As for the journey along the way, it was all scenery and passing travelers.

Meng Chuan decided to go find Old Wang. Since he would be studying with the second-years next semester, he should at least tell his homeroom teacher.

Inside the teachers' office.

Yesterday, Teacher Wang had not dared ask the principal how Meng Chuan had done on the exam.

Hearing Meng Chuan's wild claims, he scratched his head in confusion and repeatedly asked:

"Are you sure that yesterday, you punched out Qi Fei, the first-place winner of the second-year streamed exam, kicked aside Zong Ping, the monstrous freshman from Class One of the first year, and ended up taking first place?"

Meng Chuan nodded seriously.

"You're not pulling my leg?"

Meng Chuan continued nodding.

"What's your Blood Qi at now?"

"Yesterday's measurement was 7.47."

Only then did his homeroom teacher believe him. After coming to his senses, he secretly reveled in delight.

"Li Min, Li Min, you still want to become grade director? Dream on."

Teacher Wang grinned so widely his mouth nearly split apart. It was only after Meng Chuan quietly reminded him that he reined it in somewhat.

"Well, Meng Chuan, I knew from the day you were born that you had it in you."

"When you go study with the second-years, make sure to show them the fine spirit of our First-Year Class Three."

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement, secretly wondering what kind of spirit their class even had.

After leaving the office, Meng Chuan headed to the principal's office with a puzzled heart.

When the principal saw Meng Chuan, he hurriedly brought out the dragon-and-phoenix teacup Meng Chuan had gifted him and personally filled it.

"The money came through, right, Little Meng?"

Meng Chuan had not expected the principal to pour tea for him personally, which only deepened his confusion.

The other man's attentive manner felt somewhat unfamiliar to Meng Chuan.

"It came through. Um, Principal, it was only a final exam. Why did you give me such a large bonus?"

The principal had long prepared an explanation and was about to speak.

But Meng Chuan saw through him in advance and cut him off directly.

"Don't try to fool me, Principal. The second-years have final exams twice every year. What are you, some money-scattering boy?"

Seeing this, the principal gave a bitter smile.

"Meng Chuan, I'll tell you the truth. This exam was held to prepare for the joint examination, and the school already had internal funds set aside as competition prizes."

"But you guessed right. The original prize money was only half of what it is now. I paid out of my own pocket to double the rewards for you and Zong Ping."

"I know you want to ask why I would pay out of pocket. You already know about Zong Ping—he's my nephew."

"As for you, to be honest, I'm worried that the shallow waters of Peaceful High School cannot nurture a true dragon. Yet I don't want you to leave, so all I can do is give you more support."

Principal Zong rubbed his nose awkwardly before slowly continuing.

"I've taught students for more than thirty years. So far, you are the most gifted student I've ever taught."

"Having Zong Ping alone isn't enough insurance. If you can also stay at Yong'an High School for the college entrance examination and get into an elite martial arts university in the future, Yong'an High School will receive a great deal of resource support because of your results."

"And aren't you improving the National Obligatory Basic Fist Art? If the certification comes through, our school will also receive some preferential resource allocations from the Department of Education."

"I'm not coveting money. I just want to equip our school's Martial Arts Training Ground with some Blood Qi testing instruments for the students to use."

Any single Blood Qi testing instrument cost well over a million yuan. Machines made by certain famous manufacturers even cost more than ten million.

And it was not just the factory price that was high—the instruments were delicate and expensive to maintain.

They also required costly professional technicians to regularly service, maintain, and calibrate the data. Over time, that too became no small expense.

"You may not know this, but before your cohort arrived, our school did not even have a proper Martial Arts Training Ground."

"I know this may seem selfish to you. If you went to a specialized martial arts school, or took it a step further and joined a preparatory class for a prestigious martial arts university, the road ahead might be broader."

"But I... sigh."

The principal's voice grew softer and softer. His eyes dimmed, while his face flushed red with embarrassment.

Hearing the principal's heartfelt words, Meng Chuan felt a little embarrassed himself.

After all, sincerity was the ultimate killing move.

After a moment of silence, Meng Chuan weighed the pros and cons and spoke bluntly.

"I'll stay at Peaceful High School."

Light returned to the principal's eyes.

After hearing Meng Chuan's answer, the principal felt as though he had put Meng Chuan on a pedestal and forced his hand, so he hurriedly added:

"Little Meng, do you want to think it over more carefully? Your talent truly is very high. I suspect you possess some powerful martial arts trait as well. I'm worried Peaceful High School will bury your potential."

In the entire school, the strongest person and the one with the greatest martial arts teaching ability was this principal, who had passed the Nine Blood Qi Gates.

At ordinary martial arts schools, the principal was usually a Martial Artist who had broken through the First Great Limit.

The schools also had many experts proficient in different fist arts, with Blood Qi above the third gate, serving as teachers.

At the same time, they possessed numerous martial arts-related facilities and instruments, along with vast martial arts resources.