Great God Lin

At that moment, Lin Hao's stomach growled. He had been in seclusion for five days, and his stomach had long since gone flat. He dashed to the school cafeteria and devoured a meal in no time. Then, instead of going to see Jiang Weiwei, he returned to his dorm and slept.

Lin Hao slept soundly, and all the exhaustion from his five days in seclusion vanished. He didn't get up until the following afternoon. After stretching and washing up, he headed to Jiang Weiwei's office.

On the way, Lin Hao noticed that people kept pointing at him whenever they saw him. Some of the girls even had stars in their eyes.

"Hey, see that guy? He's Great God Lin from Class One. When we fought off the Beast Tide together, he took down three Gold rank Fierce Beasts in an instant all by himself."

"Holy crap, when did the school get such a monster?"

"Great God Lin is so handsome. I want to be his girlfriend so badly."

By then, some of the bolder girls had already run up to Lin Hao. "Great God Lin, could you give me your autograph?"

Lin Hao scratched his head, looking confused. "Miss, what did you call me?"

The girl asking for his autograph was a first-year student. She wasn't tall, but she was pretty enough to just about qualify as a beauty. "You don't know, Great God Lin? Your achievements have been all over the school these past few days! You fought opponents above your level and killed three Gold rank Fierce Beasts by yourself. Lots of people want your autograph."

Lin Hao was taken aback. Wow, I'm famous now? He immediately put on a radiant smile. "Well then, miss, where would you like me to sign?"

The girl was thrilled. She pulled out a little notebook and a pen and handed them to Lin Hao. After he signed, she went off to show it off to her best friend beside her, looking thoroughly satisfied.

In both his lives, this was the first time anyone had asked him for an autograph. Lin Hao found the experience quite novel.

When he reached Jiang Weiwei's office, he found her discussing a stack of documents with Su Xiaorui. Both their faces lit up in delight when they saw him. "Lin Hao, you're out of seclusion!"

"Yeah, I broke through to Bronze High-rank. What are you two doing?" Lin Hao asked curiously.

"The Hundred Schools League starts in a little over two months, so Xiaorui and I are picking the starters and reserves." Jiang Weiwei waved the stack of documents in front of Lin Hao. "You came at the perfect time. Want to take a look and choose who you'd like as teammates?"

Lin Hao glanced at the thick stack of documents. "Not interested. You decide, Weiwei. I'll cover for everyone anyway." Jiang Weiwei and Su Xiaorui both rolled their eyes at him, but then they remembered how terrifyingly strong he was and felt reassured.

"There'll be six first-years competing: three starters and three substitutes. Two second-years: one starter and one substitute. And two third-years: one starter and one substitute. That's ten people in total, five starters and five substitutes." Jiang Weiwei flipped through the documents as she explained.

"Hey, Weiwei, do you have any information on the other schools?" Lin Hao was rather interested in the other schools' geniuses.

"Every Wu University is selecting its team right now, so we don't have anything yet. But once the Preliminary Round is over, we'll get the list of the sixteen schools that make it through. We should have some information then." As she spoke, Jiang Weiwei handed Lin Hao the list she'd put together. "I'm thinking we start a two-month training camp next week for the ten of you, and keep it up until the Preliminary Round begins."

Lin Hao took the list and looked it over. The three Bronze rank prodigies from the first-year class were all on it. But none of the ten were above Silver Grade. Lin Hao shook his head slightly. "Looks like Shancheng Martial University hasn't been doing too well these past few years." He sighed to himself.

Wu Universities held the Hundred Schools League every five years, and the competition wasn't just about rankings. More importantly, it was a contest for prestige and resources. The higher a Wu University ranked, the greater its reputation, and the more talented students would apply there.

The amount of cultivation resources available determined how quickly each school's geniuses could grow. This meant that the higher-ranked Wu Universities would receive more and more resources and talented students, while those at the bottom would gradually fade into obscurity.

Shancheng Martial University was the perfect example. Even its Principal was only Gold rank, so the rest of the school couldn't be much better.

"Weiwei, I won't be joining the training camp for the competitors. I plan to break through to Silver Grade as quickly as I can over the next two months. I'm also working on a new Battle Skill and Martial Art." Lin Hao handed the list back to Jiang Weiwei.

Lin Hao had no intention of revealing Sword Lord during the competition. Without Sword Lord's boost, he could currently go toe-to-toe with someone at Platinum Initial Stage. Unless the Hundred Schools League had some absurdly powerful monsters, he was confident he could win the championship.

The new Battle Skill and Martial Art Lin Hao mentioned was the Thunder Prison Sky Splitting Spear, which he had never taken out of the system space. He didn't know how to use a spear, so he planned to develop a set of spear techniques over the next two months. That way, even without using Sword Lord, he could still pack a powerful punch in close combat.

He also had another plan: to attend classes. He had been at Shancheng Martial University for three months, and apart from showing up in Class One to register at the very beginning, he hadn't attended a single lesson. That was despite his terrifying talent and monstrous strength.

Theoretical knowledge was still his weak point. If he ran into a powerful Fierce Beast and didn't even recognize it, he'd be making a fool of himself. Besides, he had more than 700 points on his campus card. Spending time at the library each day seemed like a pretty good idea.

After hearing Lin Hao's suggestion, Jiang Weiwei considered it for a moment and agreed. Having him train alongside the other students really would be a waste of his time.

With Lin Hao's strength, sparring with a bunch of students wouldn't help him grow at all; it would just be bullying them. Right now, the most important thing for Lin Hao was to improve his strength.

Jiang Weiwei and Su Xiaorui didn't ask about Lin Hao's second Martial Artist Talent. Everyone had their secrets, and asking wouldn't make him tell them. If he wanted them to know, he'd tell them himself.

After chatting with Jiang Weiwei and Su Xiaorui for a while longer, Lin Hao returned to his dorm. He went to the cultivation room and checked the system space. Two treasures lay quietly inside: the Thunder Prison Sky Splitting Spear and the Thunder Prison Battle Armor. Both were Heavenly-rank treasures. Lin Hao had never taken out the spear because he simply didn't know how to use it. As for the Thunder Prison Battle Armor, he'd completely forgotten about it—like the blockhead he was.

"System, tell me about the Thunder Prison Sky Splitting Spear and the Thunder Prison Battle Armor," Lin Hao thought.

"Ding! The Thunder Prison Sky Splitting Spear is a Heavenly-rank weapon. Every attack by the host carries the Power of lightning from the Asura Annihilation Divine Thunder. It contains the Thunder Prison Nine Spears manual. Once the host masters the ninth spear, it will possess the destructive power to Move Mountains and Fill Seas, split mountains, and sever peaks."

"Ding! The Thunder Prison Battle Armor is Heavenly-rank armor. When worn by the host, it increases defense by 300%. It also provides a 50% damage-reduction effect."

Lin Hao was stunned after hearing the explanation. "System, what the hell? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" If he'd known, he would have used those two items when fighting the Platinum rank Fierce Beast. Then he wouldn't have spent nearly half a month suffering in bed.

"Ding! Host, you never asked." At the system's reply, Lin Hao's mouth twitched.