Breathing Technique, I Want the Strongest

"Actually, I wouldn't recommend that you apply to cultivate a Breathing Technique."

On the broad campus of Seventeenth High School, Yun Fei spoke as they walked.

Jiang Li looked somewhat puzzled. "A Breathing Technique can greatly increase a martial artist's strength. Shouldn't the earlier one cultivates it, the better?"

Yun Fei glanced sideways at Jiang Li. "Didn't your teacher tell you?"

Her brows drew tightly together, and she was somewhat displeased.

A champion-level genius like him did not even know something this important. Just what on earth was Seventeenth High School doing?

"Forget it. I'm a teacher too, so I'll tell you." A trace of helplessness appeared on Yun Fei's face. "The reason I don't want you applying for a Breathing Technique is that Seventeenth High School's Breathing Techniques are low-grade, and they might not suit you."

"A Breathing Technique is indeed of vital importance to a martial artist, but truly powerful Breathing Techniques are all held by top universities like Qingbei and Fuda."

"The Breathing Techniques possessed by ordinary high schools are likely all beginner-level. They merely let students experience Breathing Techniques in advance, laying a foundation for learning genuine Breathing Techniques in university later on."

"But as an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, you already qualify to cultivate a decent Breathing Technique. Besides, there are less than three months left before the martial arts examination. Rather than cultivating a Breathing Technique, you'd do better to focus on martial arts techniques. That would improve your strength more."

Jiang Li understood. So the Breathing Techniques in the school were beginner-level, low-grade goods.

That made sense. How precious could something available to the general public possibly be?

"Do I have to wait until after the martial arts examination to obtain a powerful Breathing Technique?" Jiang Li sighed.

"Not necessarily!" Yun Fei's expression turned somewhat mysterious, as though she were hinting at something.

"Teacher, you have a way?" Jiang Li's eyes lit up.

Yun Fei revealed a troubled expression, then let out a long sigh. "Jiang Li, you should know that I'm only a temporarily appointed special teacher. In truth, I'm a fourth-year student at Nanfang University, four years older than you."

"Only because my martial cultivation has stalled at the Seventh Grade martial artist peak and I've been unable to break through to the sixth grade did I return to Jiang Province to visit family and temporarily become a teacher at Seventeenth High School."

Nanfang University!? Seventh Grade Peak!

Jiang Li's pupils contracted. As a third-year high school student, he had naturally heard of Nanfang University.

Among Great Xia's martial arts universities, the most famous were Qingbei University, Fujiang University, National University of Science and Technology, and Jinghua University.

Those who could gain admission to them were all dragons and phoenixes among men—the gathering place of geniuses from all across Great Xia.

Yet beyond those four top universities, there were another five universities. They were not particularly famous, but if they were brought up, no one would think their reputation inferior to that of Qingbei and the other four martial arts universities.

That was because those five universities were affiliated with the military. Every single student in them was absolutely no weaker than students from Qingbei and the other four top universities—perhaps even better.

Nanfang University was among those five.

Jiang Li had not expected Yun Fei to be a student of Nanfang University.

A fourth-year student meant she was twenty-two, only four years older than him, yet she was already attempting to break through to the sixth grade.

"Jiang Li, if you are willing to become a specially recruited student of Nanfang University, I can call my teacher and ask him to make an exception and teach you a Breathing Technique in advance," Yun Fei suddenly said again.

"Nanfang Martial Arts University?"

Jiang Li's thoughts stirred. He seemed to understand.

Yun Fei was recruiting him?

An eighteen-year-old Eighth-grade Martial Artist truly had the qualifications to be recruited.

Although Nanfang Martial Arts University was one of Great Xia's top universities and had the military at its back, most college entrance examination candidates would not choose it.

The same was true of all five military universities.

Because this was a chaotic age. Exotic beasts ran rampant, ravaging the spaces between every city—let alone the front-line battlefields defended by the military.

Someone had once posted statistics online: the freshman mortality rate at the five military universities was as high as eighty percent.

That was not a university. It was a true battlefield, an Asura field.

So Teacher Yun was not idling away her time at Seventeenth High School either. She probably had some intention of recruiting students as well.

No wonder she had gone to the Martial Testing Tower. If there were any geniuses, she would most likely be the first to know.

Anyone else would certainly have refused without hesitation, but a smile appeared on Jiang Li's face.

A battlefield!

Fighting exotic beasts to the death was exactly what he had been yearning for.

Every exotic beast meant lifespan, and their corpses were worth a considerable amount as well.

"Becoming a specially recruited freshman at Nanfang Martial Arts University isn't impossible." Jiang Li smiled and fixed his gaze on Yun Fei. "But I want the strongest Breathing Technique!"

Yun Fei froze. She had already prepared herself to be refused.

After all, the five military universities were infamous. With Jiang Li's talent, if he attended a prestigious university like Qingbei, then as long as he cultivated diligently, he could make a name for himself after graduation.

At the very least, he could take up a post at some martial arts school, or even establish his own sect, gaining both fame and fortune.

But if he attended Nanfang Martial Arts University, there was no guarantee he could even survive his first year.

"Jiang Li, this is no trifling matter. You should discuss it carefully with your family," Yun Fei said gravely.

"No need. I can make my own decisions." Jiang Li smiled faintly. "Teacher Yun, don't tell me you're reluctant to part with the Breathing Technique?"

Yun Fei fell silent, but as she looked at Jiang Li, there was an appreciation in her eyes unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Even though Jiang Li had previously displayed such astonishing martial talent and strength, she had merely been shocked and had not thought any more highly of him.

But now, Yun Fei felt that the Jiang Li before her was qualified to earn her recognition.

"I'll go make a call!"

"Teacher, the Breathing Technique has to be powerful. It doesn't matter how difficult it is to cultivate—it must be powerful!" Jiang Li hurriedly reminded her.

The Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art was already a dud. No matter what, he had to freeload an exceptional Breathing Technique, right?

"Don't worry!" Yun Fei made an OK gesture.

Only then did Jiang Li smile. No matter how difficult this Breathing Technique was, he still had 1,002 years of Cultivatable Lifespan remaining.

On the school field, Jiang Li sat on the edge of a flower bed, waiting for news.

Suddenly, he sensed that something was off. He abruptly looked up and saw Zhou Weihua, his head freshly bandaged, striding toward him aggressively with a group of people.

"Jiang Li!"

The instant Zhou Weihua saw Jiang Li, his eyes turned bloodshot and his blood pressure soared.

"You have no respect for your elders, you beat up a teacher, and you still dare sit here?"

"If the school doesn't expel you, you little bastard, today, I'll take your surname!"

A dignified high school teacher, an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, had been beaten bloody by a student in full view of everyone. It was simply the greatest humiliation of his life.

Zhou Weihua could practically imagine how the students and teachers at school would talk about him from now on.

This Jiang Li absolutely could not be allowed to stay!

He had to pay the price—pay the price!!!

Jiang Li looked over the group. There were people from the disciplinary office, people from security, and even a few students.

If it had been an ordinary student, seeing such a formation would have made them tremble inside.

But a trace of Sha Qi surfaced in Jiang Li's eyes.

"You old bastard, one beating wasn't enough to teach you a lesson!"

"Fine. I'll beat you up again today."

The Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art began circulating without hesitation. Jiang Li stomped forward. Before Zhou Weihua could make a move, Jiang Li sprang into the air and sent a flying kick at him.

"You want to bully me? We're both Eighth-grade Martial Artists—what makes you think you're worthy?"

The others had not even reacted, much less expected Jiang Li to strike directly.

When his kick landed on Zhou Weihua's face, everyone was stunned senseless.

Only Zhou Weihua flew away, blood spraying from his mouth and nose along with several teeth.

After sending out that kick, Jiang Li landed steadily, yet the Sha Qi in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

The crowd that had arrived so aggressively immediately descended into chaos.