Growing Rich in the Mountains, Cultivation Improvement

"Hey, that fight between Senior Ye Fan and Teacher Fang just now was way too thrilling and intense. It made my scalp tingle."

"Yeah, Senior Ye Fan is badass. He actually managed to take over a hundred moves from Teacher Fang."

"Tsk, broaden your horizons. Judging from yesterday's impact of killing the alien beast, Senior Ye's strength went far beyond that.

As the indigo came from blue yet surpassed blue, this time, he was giving Teacher Fang some face."

"That's right, Senior Ye is amazing.

If another disaster ever came and I could inherit all of his Martial Dao, I'd be willing too."

"Pah, this old man has never seen such a shameless person!"

"Haha..."

At City First High School Gymnasium, this morning's commendation ceremony for Ye Fan, the heroic youngster, successfully came to an end.

Not only had the students present witnessed the bearing of Ye Fan, a newly advanced martial artist.

They had also been greatly inspired.

Many students planning to apply to martial universities were quietly holding back a fire in their hearts.

They were determined to take Senior Ye Fan as their example, cultivate diligently, and truly embark on the path of a martial artist.

At the same time.

Ye Fan's heroic deed of slaying alien beasts and being honored as a heroic youngster was edited by television stations and broadcast.

Jiangyin City neighbored Jiangning City.

However, in terms of scale and economy, it surpassed Jiangning City.

Today.

Inside a residential building in Jiangyin City's outer district, closest to the inner city.

A freckle-faced little fatty was curled up on the sofa, holding a bag of snacks and stuffing handful after handful into his mouth.

On television was a cartoon called "The Story of Two Bears and a Woodsman."

Suddenly, a news segment cut in.

"Mom... Look, isn't that person on TV our poor relative...?"

The little fatty's mung-bean eyes rolled, and as if he had discovered a new continent, he hurriedly called out.

The woman busy in the kitchen, with a pointed chin and not even two ounces of flesh on her face, walked out.

Looking at the freckle-faced little fatty, she was full of doting affection. "Baby, your cold isn't better yet. How can you shout and yell?

Your body is weak. Hurry and lie down."

"Eh... Isn't that the boy from Ye Jun's family, the one who wanted to apply to a martial university?"

"His Martial Dao is actually this formidable already?"

The sharp-chinned woman also wore a face of astonishment.

Because Ye Fan's family was poor.

They had not visited this poor relative for several years.

Not long ago, Lan Cuifang had even called to borrow money.

But she had directly refused.

"Mom, I want to learn martial arts too. It's so impressive. Ha hey, ha hey..."

The little fatty's blood boiled as he watched, and he lay on the sofa, waving his fists and kicks.

His fat rolled like waves, making him look like a white flesh worm wriggling there.

"Baby, don't tire yourself out. Mom knows your ambitions."

"How about this? Your cousin is so formidable now, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to give you some pointers.

Also, I saw that he seemed to have received prize money. Our family's money is all locked away in fixed deposits. Since you're his younger cousin, it wouldn't be too much for him to give you some cultivation resources, right?"

"In the next couple of days, I'll discuss it with your dad and take you to visit this relative of ours."

The sharp-chinned woman wiped her hands on her greasy apron, jealousy glinting in her eyes as she spoke.

"Yay, okay, Mom! I love you..."

As he spoke, the little fatty jumped up and threw himself into the woman's arms.

"Ow, baby, get down quickly. Mom's waist can't take it..."

Ye Fan still did not know that as soon as his deeds were publicized, he had been remembered by relatives who once avoided him as though he were the plague.

As the saying went, when poor in the bustling city, no one asked after you; when rich in the deep mountains, distant relatives came calling.

Inside a quiet room.

Two figures stood facing one another: Ye Fan and the Martial Dao teacher, Teacher Fang.

"Ye Fan, seeing your transformation has brought me great comfort. You are also the finest and most hardworking student I have taught these past years."

Teacher Fang looked at Ye Fan, sparing no praise.

"It was all thanks to your excellent teaching, Teacher."

Ye Fan bowed slightly and answered modestly.

At his words, the smile on Teacher Fang's face became even broader.

"You have already spoken with Old Ma, haven't you? As for your Martial Dao, there is nothing more I can teach you. What are your plans next?"

Teacher Fang asked.

Teacher Fang's cultivation was around Spirit Stream Realm Third Grade. Aside from the Basic Stance Technique, he had cultivated a low-grade spirit-level staff technique to the Great Success realm.

His Martial Dao Skill had only barely broken through to the second rank.

To speak honestly, Ye Fan's current strength had already surpassed Teacher Fang's in every aspect.

"It's like this, Teacher Fang. For my cultural classes, I'll continue studying with my original class.

As for Martial Dao, Captain Wu Xie from the Star Martial Hall Jiangning Office has a very good relationship with me. He will send someone, or personally come, to temper my Martial Dao."

"This student is endlessly grateful for Teacher Fang's three years of nurturing and support."

After speaking, Ye Fan gave Teacher Fang a deep bow.

Over the past three years, Teacher Fang had helped and guided him greatly.

He had even given Ye Fan extra lessons because he believed Ye Fan's family was struggling.

This year, he had gone against all opposition and given Ye Fan the final spot in the Jiangnan Martial University Trial Camp.

All of this made Ye Fan deeply grateful to Teacher Fang.

Teacher Fang's eyes reddened slightly as he accepted it with a clear conscience.

He truly found it hard to imagine that in less than half a year, this student of his had increased his Vitality Value by more than two hundred points.

His martial skill proficiency and Martial Dao Skill had both surpassed Teacher Fang's.

He did not know how Ye Fan had achieved it, but every Martial Dao genius who rose to prominence had their own secrets.

He would only be happy for Ye Fan.

"Good, good, good."

Teacher Fang gently stroked Ye Fan's head, his eyes glittering with expectations for Ye Fan's future.

He said, "The vast sea lets fish leap, the high sky lets birds fly. Your future will shine incomparably bright."

"Thank you, Teacher!"

When Ye Fan walked out of the quiet room, his emotions could not settle for a long time.

Only after taking a deep breath did he slowly calm down.

"From now on, I'll come to school in the morning for cultural classes. In the afternoon, I'll go to the Star Martial Hall office for cultivation. At night, I'll cultivate the Spirit Refining Technique."

"Food supplements and medicinal supplements will advance side by side."

"The Ironhide Blood Rhino meat I ate this morning probably increased my Vitality Value by six points. That means one jin of treasured meat gives two points of Vitality Value.

On top of that, the Tyrant Body is improving my physique. Even without cultivating, my Vitality Value will steadily increase by one point a day over the next few days."

"I don't know how effective Foundation Strengthening No. 1 will be, but conservatively speaking, before the Martial Unification College Entrance Examination, my Vitality Value should increase by at least seven hundred points."

"If that happens, I'll reach Spirit Stream Realm Sixth Grade, or even Seventh Grade, in a month!"

Expectation shimmered in Ye Fan's eyes. In the past, this would have been something he never dared imagine.

"Brother Ye."

Ye Fan had just rounded a corner when a thin youngster stepped out.

It was Liu Lou, his classmate, who was also planning to apply to a martial university.

If Ye Fan was the number one grind king in their class, Madman Ye.

Then this Liu Lou was likely no less driven.

However, although Liu Lou's family circumstances were a little better than Ye Fan's, they were not much better.

"You were waiting for me?"

Ye Fan asked with a light smile. He had a good impression of Liu Lou.

Back then, he had even felt a sense of mutual appreciation with him.

When poor, cultivate oneself; when wealthy, aid the whole world.

Now that his circumstances had improved, he did not mind giving this classmate a helping hand.

"Brother Ye, I... I want to..."

"You can."

Before Liu Lou could finish, Ye Fan nodded. "Come on..."