Chenfeng Martial Hall.
"Coach Zheng, let's test my strength first today."
Fang Qingyu changed his clothes, came out of the changing room, and called out to Coach Zheng, who was heading over to the other disciples.
"Hmm!?"
Zheng Lin whipped around.
"You've reached 300 kilograms!?"
Her voice immediately drew the attention of all the other Formal Disciples.
"What are you looking at? Go train."
Zheng Lin glared at the others, frustrated that some of them still needed her to guide them every day. She only hoped they could enter the path soon.
"Come with me."
She then turned and led Fang Qingyu to the strength-testing machine.
"Give it a try."
For the 300-kilogram strength test, martial arts techniques could not be used.
So Fang Qingyu used only a very simple straight punch.
Bang—
Everyone in the Formal Disciple area held their breath and couldn't help looking over.
312 KG!!!
"Hiss..."
"What kind of freak are you, kid?"
Zheng Lin looked at Fang Qingyu. Aside from shock, her expression held even more confusion.
Of course, some ordinary people possessed excellent talent.
But no one was like Fang Qingyu. Not only were his physical abilities rising as if he were riding a rocket, but he also learned martial arts techniques at an astonishing speed!
"Did you undergo an Innate Martial Seed test at the orphanage?"
Zheng Lin suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Fang Qingyu.
"Huh?"
Fang Qingyu looked utterly bewildered.
"I forgot. You weren't even a month old back then. How could you possibly know?"
Seeing his expression, Zheng Lin slapped her forehead in vexation, then grabbed Fang Qingyu's hand.
"Come with me."
"Uh, okay."
Fang Qingyu didn't resist, letting her pull him along.
The two of them didn't stop until they had left the martial hall.
Only then did everyone else react.
"No, isn't Fang Qingyu's progress a little too ridiculous?"
"How many days has he even been in the Formal Class!?"
"..."
Amid everyone's discussion, Song Ran silently took out his phone and sent Song Ming a message.
When Qin Hui saw Zheng Lin hurriedly dragging Fang Qingyu out of the martial hall, he assumed something had happened and followed them outside.
"What's going on?"
"Fang Qingyu is very likely a person with an Innate Martial Seed!"
Zheng Lin rolled down the window of the driver's seat of the Mini and said solemnly.
"What the hell!?"
Qin Hui was dumbfounded after hearing that, but instinctively opened the rear door and got in.
"You tell him."
As Zheng Lin drove, she held her phone and seemed to be contacting someone, looking extremely busy. She left it to Fang Qingyu to explain.
Fang Qingyu now understood what Coach Zheng was trying to do and said helplessly, "My punching strength reached 300 kilograms today."
"?"
A question mark seemed to appear above Qin Hui's head. He then became just as excited as Zheng Lin and urged her on.
"Go, go, go! Straight to the Regulatory Bureau!"
"Is an Innate Martial Seed really that important?"
Once things had quieted down again, Fang Qingyu asked, puzzled.
Although someone with an Innate Martial Seed could directly take the path of a martial artist, there were also plenty of examples of ordinary people becoming martial artists.
There shouldn't be any need to get this excited.
"You still don't understand how valuable martial artists are."
Hearing Fang Qingyu's question, Qin Hui leaned forward cheerfully from the back seat.
"Do you know who the strongest existence in the world is right now?"
"Who?"
At the mention of this, Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up.
"A martial artist!"
"A martial artist?"
Fang Qingyu was somewhat surprised. He had thought it would be some Divine Church believer.
After all, Old Jiao had told him that believers were naturally transcendent and inherently superior to martial artists.
"That's right."
Qin Hui's eyes were filled with longing.
"He's the Director-General of our Divine Management Bureau."
"Actually, in ancient times, martial artists had been the most well-rounded Transcendent Profession, with the highest potential. It was just that too much of the ancient method had been lost, nearly causing modern martial arts to become extinct."
"But our current Director-General proved that point all over again."
Fang Qingyu hadn't expected there to be such a story.
Fortunately, after hearing Qin Hui's explanation today, he had completely overturned his previous understanding.
"Now you know why we're called the Divine Management Bureau, right?"
"Mm."
The corner of Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched.
"That phrase was written by the Director-General, specifically to intimidate those believers."
"You'll understand once you encounter believers in the future. Not everyone can be like Team Leader Zhao."
"Okay."
Fang Qingyu nodded, having gained yet another piece of knowledge.
The Mini happened to stop in front of a skyscraper at that moment.
After visiting the Divine Management Bureau, Fang Qingyu arrived at the Qingjian City Regulatory Bureau headquarters.
He followed the two of them all the way up to the sixty-eighth floor.
"Song the Dog, come out!"
The moment the elevator doors opened, Zheng Lin shouted first.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Great-auntie, don't yell!"
Song Ming had actually been waiting beside the elevator doors for quite some time.
Zheng Lin immediately put on a cold, fierce expression and pointed at Fang Qingyu.
"Look at my student. He has an Innate Martial Seed, and your Regulatory Bureau somehow missed testing him. What are you going to do? Figure it out yourself. If you can't, call your superior over. Do you know what kind of responsibility you bear for wasting more than a decade of a martial artist's life!?"
"Let's talk in the office, in the office."
Song Ming immediately put on a pleading expression and dragged Fang Qingyu and the others into an office.
Fang Qingyu was beginning to sense that something was wrong.
The main purpose of coming here today didn't seem to be testing his Martial Seed.
It was to...
"Three hundred Life Pearls! Otherwise, we're not leaving!"
As soon as they entered the office, Zheng Lin slapped the table and sat down on the sofa.
Upon hearing this, Song Ming immediately lay down beside the sofa, his expression calm. "Great-auntie, just kill me."
Fortunately, two more people entered from outside, preventing the farce from continuing.
They even called Coach Lin over.
Fang Qingyu looked at the two newcomers and silently gave his two coaches a thumbs-up.
"Enough, enough. Stop fooling around and get up."
Seeing Song Ming's state, the other person frowned and shouted angrily. Then his expression swiftly changed as he looked at Fang Qingyu.
"You're Fang Qingyu, right?"
"Yes."
Fang Qingyu nodded.
"Should we test his Martial Seed first?"
After confirming that he had not mistaken the person, the newcomer turned to ask Coach Lin for his opinion.
Coach Lin silently nodded.
"Come here, child. Stand in front of me and don't move."
"Close your eyes."
Fang Qingyu stood in front of him and did exactly as instructed.
He only felt a gentle breeze brush across his forehead. Even through his eyelids, he could sense a glimmer of light.
The entire process took less than ten seconds.
Coach Lin then revealed an awkward expression and nodded.
Everyone present turned to look at the expressionless Coach Lin.
"Fifty Life Pearls."
Coach Lin thought for a few seconds before calmly naming a figure.
Once that number was announced, the person who had entered with Coach Lin took a long moment to consider it before nodding painfully.
"Fine."
It was easy to imagine how outrageous the number Coach Zheng had called out just now had been.
The man soon returned, his face full of pain as he handed the bag to Coach Lin.
"Let's go."
After taking the bag, Coach Lin called out to Fang Qingyu and the others before turning to leave.
They did not stop until they entered the elevator.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, Zheng Lin finally couldn't hold back her laughter and draped herself over Coach Lin's shoulder.
"That's our Team Leader Lin!"
Qin Hui stood to the side, looking regretful. "What a pity. I never got the chance to make my move."
Coach Lin looked helpless but did not pull away. He simply handed the bag to Fang Qingyu.
"Take it. It can help you quickly get through the initiation period of the Contemplation Method."
"Thank you, Coach Lin."
Fang Qingyu accepted it with a smile, not standing on ceremony.
Seeing this, Coach Lin's expression eased slightly. He then reminded him, "Use it for your own cultivation. Don't give any to anyone else, and don't sell it."
"Remember, martial artists fight to seize every moment."
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