Innate Martial Seed Detection

Chenfeng Martial Hall.

"Instructor Zheng, let's test my strength first today."

Fang Qingyu changed his clothes, came out of the locker room, and called out to Instructor Zheng, who was heading towards other disciples.

"Huh!?"

Zheng Lin turned around abruptly.

"You've reached 300KG!?"

His voice instantly drew the attention of all the other formal disciples.

"What are you looking at? Go back to your training."

Zheng Lin looked at the others with disappointment, as some still needed him to guide them daily, hoping they would get started sooner.

"Come with me."

Then he turned and led Fang Qingyu to the strength testing equipment.

"Try it."

The 300KG strength test did not allow the use of Martial Methods.

So Fang Qingyu simply used a straightforward punch.

Bang—

At this moment, everyone in the formal disciple area held their breath, unable to resist looking over.

312KG!!!

"Hiss..."

"What kind of freak are you, kid?"

Zheng Lin looked at him, a mixture of shock and confusion.

Of course, ordinary people had their talents too.

But no one was like Fang Qingyu, whose physical fitness improved like a rocket, and whose learning speed for Martial Methods was incredibly fast!

"Have you ever had a Martial Seed test at the orphanage?"

Zheng Lin suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Fang Qingyu.

"What?"

Fang Qingyu looked bewildered.

"I forgot, you weren't even a month old then, how could you possibly know."

Zheng Lin saw Fang Qingyu's confusion, patted his forehead with a hint of annoyance, and then took Fang Qingyu's hand.

"Come with me."

"Uh, okay."

Fang Qingyu didn't resist, letting her pull him along.

Until the two of them walked out of the martial hall.

The remaining people only then reacted.

"No way, Fang Qingyu's progress is too outrageous, isn't it?"

"How many days has he been in the formal class!?"

"..."

Amidst the discussions, only Song Ran quietly took out his phone and sent a message to Song Ming.

When Qin Hui saw Zheng Lin hastily pulling Fang Qingyu out of the martial hall, he thought something had happened and followed them out.

"What's going on?"

"Fang Qingyu might be an Innate Martial Seed!"

Sitting in the driver's seat of the Mini, Zheng Lin rolled down the window and said sternly.

"What the hell!?"

Qin Hui was also stunned after hearing this, but instinctively got into the back seat.

"You tell him."

Zheng Lin was driving while holding her phone, seemingly contacting someone, and was quite busy, prompting Fang Qingyu to speak.

Fang Qingyu now understood what Instructor Zheng was trying to do and said helplessly, "My punching power reached 300KG today."

"?"

A question mark popped into Qin Hui's head, and then he, like Zheng Lin, urged him on excitedly.

"Let's go, let's go, immediately to the Regulatory Bureau!!!"

"Are Martial Seeds that important?"

When things quieted down again, Fang Qingyu was a bit confused.

Although an Innate Martial Seed could lead directly to the Martial Practitioner path, there were many examples of ordinary people becoming Martial Practitioners.

It shouldn't have caused such excitement.

"You still don't understand the value of a Martial Practitioner."

Hearing Fang Qingyu's words, Qin Hui leaned forward from the back seat and said with a chuckle.

"Do you know who the strongest existence in this world is right now?"

"Who?"

Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up at the question.

"A Martial Practitioner!"

"A Martial Practitioner?"

Fang Qingyu was a little surprised; he had thought it might be some Cultist.

After all, from what Old Joe had told him, Cultists were naturally Transcendent, inherently superior to Martial Practitioners.

"That's right."

Qin Hui's eyes were full of longing.

"It's the Director-General of our Divine Management Bureau."

"Actually, in ancient times, Martial Practitioners were the most comprehensive Transcendent profession with the highest potential. However, too many Ancient Methods were lost, almost causing the modern Martial Path to be broken."

"But now, the Director-General has proven this point once again."

Fang Qingyu hadn't expected this.

Fortunately, after hearing Qin Hui's words today, his understanding was completely overturned.

"Do you know why we're called the Divine Management Bureau now?"

"Mhm."

Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched.

"That phrase was written by the Director-General, specifically to intimidate those Cultists."

"You'll understand when you meet Cultists later. Not everyone can be like Captain Zhao."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu, having gained new knowledge, nodded.

Mini also stopped in front of a tall building at this moment.

After the Divine Management Bureau, Fang Qingyu arrived at the headquarters of the Qingjian City Regulatory Bureau.

He followed the two straight up to the 68th floor.

"Song Dog, come out!"

As soon as the elevator door opened, Zheng Lin announced preemptively.

"Coming, coming! Grandma, don't shout!!"

Song Ming had actually been waiting by the elevator door for a while.

Zheng Lin immediately put on a stern expression and pointed at Fang Qingyu.

"Look at my student, he has an Innate Martial Seed, and your Regulatory Bureau missed his detection. What are you going to do about it? Figure it out yourself, or have your superior come. Do you know the responsibility of wasting over a decade of a Martial Practitioner's potential!?"

"The office said, the office said."

Song Ming immediately adopted a pleading posture, then pulled and dragged Fang Qingyu and the other two into an office.

Fang Qingyu was starting to feel that something was off.

The main purpose of their visit today didn't seem to be testing Martial Seeds.

It was for...

"300 Life Pearls!! Otherwise, we're not leaving!"

As soon as they entered the office, Zheng Lin slammed her hand on the desk and sat on the sofa.

Upon hearing this, Song Ming lay down on the sofa nearby, his expression calm. "Grandma, just kill me."

Fortunately, two more people entered from outside, preventing the farce from continuing.

Even Coach Lin was called...

Fang Qingyu looked at the two and secretly gave his two coaches a thumbs-up.

"Alright, alright, stop messing around and get up."

The other person, seeing Song Ming's state, frowned and yelled, then quickly changed his expression to look at Fang Qingyu.

"You must be Fang Qingyu, right?"

"Yes."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

"Let's test your Martial Seed first?"

Seeing that he wasn't mistaken, the newcomer turned to Coach Lin for his opinion.

Coach Lin nodded silently.

"Come here, child, stand in front of me and don't move."

"Close your eyes."

Fang Qingyu stood before him and did as he was told.

He felt a gentle breeze brush across his forehead, and a faint light that he could sense even through his eyelids.

The entire process took less than 10 seconds.

He then showed an embarrassed expression, looked at Coach Lin, and nodded.

At this, everyone in the room turned to look at the expressionless Coach Lin.

"Fifty, I suppose."

Coach Lin thought for a few seconds and calmly stated a number.

When this number was revealed, the people who had entered with Coach Lin all thought for a moment before nodding with a pained expression.

"Alright."

One could only imagine how outrageous the number Instructor Zheng had called out earlier was.

Soon, the man returned, his face etched with pain as he handed the bag to Coach Lin.

"Let's go."

Taking the bag, Coach Lin looked at Fang Qingyu and the others, called out to them, and turned to leave.

They didn't enter the elevator until then.

As the elevator doors slowly closed.

Zheng Lin couldn't help but laugh out loud, leaning directly onto Coach Lin's shoulder.

"It still has to be you, Team Leader Lin!"

Qin Hui, standing nearby, looked regretful. "What a shame, I didn't even get a chance to make my move."

Coach Lin looked helpless but didn't pull away. He simply handed the bag to Fang Qingyu.

"Take it. It can help you quickly get through the introductory phase of the Contemplation Method."

"Thank you, Coach Lin."

Fang Qingyu accepted it with a smile, not being polite about it.

Seeing this, Coach Lin's expression softened slightly, and he added a reminder.

"Use it for your own cultivation. Don't share it with anyone, and don't sell it."

"Remember, Martial Practitioners seize every moment."