Not Cheating [Votes and Collection]

Someone frowned, "I've heard of a few of the names at the top; they are unparalleled geniuses. But when did this Fang Che emerge?"

Some people were puzzled.

A gray-haired man frowned, "Besides, these scores are too strange. From thirty-nine directly to ninety-one, all jumping by two points each time, which means he's killing level-five demon beasts. Continuously killing twenty-six level-five demon beasts? Leaving aside demon beast packs, what cultivation level is capable of killing level-five demon beasts like chopping vegetables?"

"A Martial Student who has applied to the Martial Academy but hasn't entered yet, is at most a Martial Master, right? Could he do that?"

Everyone shook their heads, unless it was a Martial Ancestor.

"Could he be cheating?"

"Cheating is unlikely. If he were cheating, it would have been reported. But the people over there haven't reported it yet."

In the jungle.

Two men in black stood far away on high ground, watching the distance ahead with speechless expressions, hidden by the branches and leaves.

It was a canyon.

Countless Blood Fang Demon Wolves were excitedly rushing into the canyon.

Some Blood Fang Demon Wolves, even from a great distance, activated their innate divine abilities, riding the wind, and rushed in impatiently.

In the canyon, a stick of Spiritual Beast Soul-Soothing Incense was burning on a cliff face below a precipice.

To enter the canyon and then the cliff, there were several boulders blocking the way, leaving only a winding path.

The path was only wide enough for one demon wolf to enter, and it had to be careful not to bump into the rocks.

And that cunning kid was waiting at the last fork.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, holding the Wind Steel Longsword, and below him, the Spiritual Beast Soul-Soothing Incense emitted the most attractive scent to the Blood Fang Demon Wolves, guiding them into the winding path.

A demon wolf excitedly came over, and as soon as it showed its head, it was cut down with a sword.

The wolf was killed without bloodshed, but its life force and soul were severed at the same time.

Then, with a small knife, he dug out a core and a few drops of blood, putting them into the nameplate.

He kicked out.

The demon wolf's corpse was kicked off the cliff.

Then another one came, and again, a sword, a dig, a drop, a kick.

The operation was so skilled and smooth, like flowing clouds and water. He looked like a skilled worker who had been doing this job for decades.

One level-five demon wolf, then another, and another...

Fang Che's movements were swift, clean, and diligent.

But the two Martial Academy instructors who were watching became more and more speechless, feeling like they had a mouthful of bitterness stuck in their throats, unable to spit it out or swallow it down.

"Is this considered cheating?" one of them transmitted his voice in astonishment.

The other also felt like his mouth was full of coptis: "This really isn't considered cheating."

"Ah?"

"Because, he has been fighting from beginning to end. Although the fighting is a bit easier, he is indeed fighting and killing."

The other person felt a bit of a sore throat when he said this.

Both of them were silent at the same time.

Was Fang Che fighting? Yes.

But compared to other geniuses, his 'fighting' was too... easy.

Those with the same cultivation level as him would be half-dead and might not even be able to deal with one Blood Fang Demon Wolf, and they would still suffer some injuries.

But he, one sword, one dig, one drop, one throw.

And it was over.

As easily as dipping a steamed bun in garlic paste while eating.

But, you can't say he's cheating!

This is really...

Fan Tiantiao, who was also watching, opened his mouth wide, his chin almost hitting the ground, and muttered to himself, "Damn... he really has his ancestors' creativity, damn it. I've really opened my eyes today..."

Qian Sanjiang's eyes lit up as he watched, "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, what a talent..."

The cliff was not high, only two or three hundred meters, but looking down from above, it was filled with clouds and mist, and the bottom could not be seen.

On the ground under the cliff, there were countless piles of withered bones.

The constantly falling demon wolf corpses remained motionless after falling to the ground. However, under the demon wolf corpses, blood quietly began to seep out.

The blood disappeared immediately upon contact with the ground.

As the blood continued to flow, the demon wolf corpses also continued to lose their luster. When the blood was gone, the energy in the demon wolf's flesh and blood continued to seep out and into the ground.

Finally, even the wolf skin became loose and without any strength, like a rag that had rotted for several years, with the surface still intact, but it could be blown away with a single breath.

Only the demon wolf's fur was still attached to it, with bright colors.

Even if someone went down to the cliff and saw these corpses, they would not notice that these demon wolves were actually completely rotten, just unchanged in appearance.

This scene was happening in countless places throughout the entire mountain forest. All corpses that lost their lives were undergoing the same change. All the energy was seeping into the ground, being transported in a certain direction.

However, no one noticed.

After Fang Che killed the demon wolves, he also kept looking around, always feeling that something was wrong.

But, no matter what, he couldn't figure it out.

What was the reason?

Hundreds of feet deep underground, there was a broken body lying quietly.

Seemingly dead for who knows how many years, yet still not decayed.

Countless strands of bloody aura, seeping down from all directions, continuously converged towards the body.

Like trickling streams, gathering towards the ocean.

Over the years, it had absorbed an unknown amount, yet there was no visible change, only the bloody aura around it had become slightly denser.

White Cloud Martial Academy.

Everyone stared blankly as Fang Che's score rocketed upwards.

Starting from ninety-one points, it soared to two hundred and one, then paused again.

Then it began to rise wildly again.

Until it reached two hundred and ninety-nine.

Finally, it stopped moving.

Remaining high at the top of the list.

So far, the second place, Qiu Yunshang, only had seventy-seven points.

The difference was like heaven and earth!

Then Fang Che's score never moved again.

The white-bearded vice-principal finally ordered, "Fang Che must have finished acquiring points. Quickly check what kind of demon beasts he killed; then send a message to ask the instructors who escorted the Martial Students here what's going on."

Soon, the cores were all transmitted over, piled up all over the ground.

A pile.

"All Blood Fang Demon Wolves?"

All the teachers of White Cloud Martial Academy were stunned.

After a long while, the white-bearded man stamped his foot, "This kid must have gotten lucky this time! Blood Fang Demon Wolves have a fatal weakness, which is Soothing Soul Grass..."

Just then, news from the front also came back: "Fang Che used Spiritual Beast Soul-Soothing Incense, it should be..."

The others looked at each other.

It could be done like this? "What to do then?"

"What else can we do?"

The white-bearded man stamped his foot, "Anyway, he didn't cheat, so we can only let it be! Sigh... When this kid enters the Martial Academy, this old man will see what kind of thing he is."

After saying that, he walked out with his hands behind his back, huffing and puffing.

Someone outside reported: "Headmaster, there's a secret report."

The Headmaster was only heard saying, "Bring it here."

A moment later.

The headmaster was in his study, looking at a piece of paper in front of him.

The four words on the paper were rapidly fading: "Pay attention to Fang Che."

The headmaster's gaze was profound.

Just as the Martial Academy had expected.

Fang Che stopped killing after his kill points reached two hundred and ninety-nine.

Although there wasn't much Spiritual Beast Soul-Soothing Incense left, the Blood Fang Demon Wolves all over the mountains and plains were still coming one after another.

But Fang Che didn't want to continue killing.

The score was enough.

Exceeding two hundred meant free admission without examination.

Continuing to kill was of little significance.

Moreover, being here all the time, he felt something was wrong, an indescribable wrongness, and he didn't want to stay a moment longer.

Here, even hearing his own heartbeat made him feel frightened.

This feeling was too wrong.

There must be great danger! Therefore, once he got the points, he would leave immediately!

Wei Zihao felt that his luck was good, unexpectedly discovering a Spiritual Ginseng while killing demon beasts! And this Spiritual Ginseng was guarded by a level six peak demon beast.

Wei Zihao couldn't kill it himself, so he offered great benefits and joined forces with a dozen Martial Students to kill the demon beast.

No one else saw where the Spiritual Ginseng was, and Wei Zihao was secretly pleased.

It looked like he would be able to kill the demon beast soon.

When the time came, he would pay the promised money, and then throw this level six demon beast out for them to fight over for points, and he could make a fortune in silence.

As blood splattered, the demon beast screamed loudly, its flesh and blood flying everywhere. The Martial Students were all overjoyed, and seeing success in sight, they put in extra effort.

Just at this moment.

A black shadow swept past from the sky with a whoosh.

Suddenly, it made a surprised sound and flew back.

It stood on the treetop next to them, looking down with shining eyes, stroking its chin and saying, "Oh, this is not bad."

It was Fang Che.

Wei Zihao was overjoyed and said, "Brother Fang, please lend a hand to kill this demon beast, Wei will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Fang Che laughed and said, "Okay, then how about I want that Enlightenment Blood Spirit Ginseng?"

"Enlightenment Blood Spirit Ginseng?"

Instantly, Kang Zijian, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, somersaulted out of the arena, his face full of confusion: "What Enlightenment Blood Spirit Ginseng?"

The others also stopped fighting one after another.

"What Enlightenment Blood Spirit Ginseng?"

"Isn't it a level six peak demon beast?"

"Spiritual ginseng? What the hell? What's going on?"

"..."

Wei Zihao's eyes widened, his face looking like he'd been screwed over by a dog.

He even froze for a moment before reacting, and instantly almost crushed all his teeth!

How could he have imagined that his casual invitation to Fang Che would cause such a big trouble? This bastard actually revealed the existence of the Enlightenment Blood Spirit Ginseng with just one mouth! This was a rare treasure of heaven and earth.

This was simply unbelievable!

His eyes glared at Fang Che as if they were on fire, wishing he could tear the guy's mouth apart.

Why is your mouth so cheap? Fang Che looked innocent, and said to Kang Zijian and the others: "What? Aren't you here for that Enlightenment Blood Spirit Ginseng? You were fighting so fiercely, I thought you wanted to obtain that Enlightenment Blood Spirit Ginseng that can improve your aptitude after taking it."

He clicked his tongue twice and said, "It's a good thing, it's already turned red. After taking it, improving your aptitude by one level is a certainty!"