Filling Out College Applications

Demon Martial.

Admissions Office.

More than a dozen students from the martial arts club were discussing recruitment arrangements in the conference room. Securing talented recruits was extremely important.

For talented freshmen, they needed to discuss what kind of enrollment rewards to offer.

The Admissions Office was one of the Demon Martial Club's six major departments.

Martial Universities were generally jointly governed by the students and the school.

Recruitment was also handled by the martial arts club, with the school's instructors assisting.

Even the standards were set by the martial arts club before being submitted to the school for review.

All subsequent recruitment matters were likewise handled by the martial arts club.

"President, look at this Nanguang Province top scholar, Huang Xinghai! A genius martial artist who broke through with a Second Bone Tempering, with a Blood Qi test of 220 Cal..."

"Mine isn't bad either. Also Second Bone Tempering, 215 Cal..."

"Give it a rest. Haven't you heard about Su Yi, who was exposed today? My God, Second-Rank Mid Stage! Won't he be at Second-Rank Peak by the time he enrolls? How could any genius possibly outshine him? President, what standard should we set for Su Yi?"

"Indeed, that Su Yi's talent is terrifying."

"Right, he needs to be handled as a priority. Set the enrollment reward, then have an instructor negotiate with him."

"..."

Listening to everyone's suggestions, the Martial Arts Club President rubbed his forehead and said, "As for Su Yi, the principal previously issued a file on him and has already communicated with him about his intentions. He has confirmed that he'll be coming to Demon Martial. We don't need to handle the enrollment reward standards either; an instructor will sign his enrollment agreement with him."

Today was the day the results were released, and enrollment recruitment was the martial arts club's highest priority. They were busy beyond measure.

As the Martial Arts Club President, he had heard something about Su Yi.

He had learned certain details from many of the teachers.

"A file personally issued by the principal?"

The Admissions Office director frowned slightly. He had actually managed to draw the principal's attention.

Normally, the principal would not personally inquire about a freshman.

But on second thought, with talent this extraordinary, it was not impossible for him to have noticed.

"Mm."

"Then won't the Capital Martial Admissions Office be furious to death?"

One of the martial arts club's Admissions Office members said cheerfully.

Demon Martial and Capital Martial, the two prestigious schools, fought tooth and nail over the title of the number one school. Although Demon Martial lagged quite far behind in overall strength, its students were no weaker. The students of the two schools simply could not stand one another.

Today, the most talented student had chosen Demon Martial. Demon Martial could temporarily press Capital Martial beneath its head, so wouldn't the Capital Martial Admissions Office be furious to death?

"Haha! Exactly. Everyone, work a little harder and quickly get the publicity ready. The nation's number one genius chose Demon Martial! This year's National Top Scholar stands alone at the top—he'll definitely attract plenty of freshmen."

Everyone present broke into laughter.

That was right. What was there to fear about being a little tired?

It was rare enough to get to see Capital Martial suffer a setback.

There were not many such opportunities. In previous years, the gap between the National College Entrance Exam Champions had never been all that great.

How could they compare to Su Yi? His Blood Qi had already reached 285 Cal during the martial arts subject test.

Now that he was at Second-Rank Mid Stage, he was probably at 400 Cal, wasn't he? Even an ordinary Second-Rank Peak was only at 400 Cal.

Thinking of that, everyone threw themselves into their respective duties with full vigor.

Suddenly, someone said, "This year's freshmen are going to be under a lot of pressure."

Hearing that, the president laughed. "More than just the freshmen. I'm under plenty of pressure too, and you all should be feeling it as well."

After all, once Su Yi enrolled, the pressure would not fall only on the freshmen. Some of them were only Second Rank themselves; perhaps Su Yi would surpass them before even enrolling.

The Senior Years did not count—Senior Year students generally were not on campus.

What was going on? Second- and third-year seniors being inferior to a freshman who had just enrolled?

Now the pressure had landed squarely on them.

The Admissions Office member who had started the topic regretted it deeply. Why did you have to run your mouth?

The Martial Arts Club President continued, "Pressure brings motivation too. With a genius like this among the Freshman Year students of the same cohort, anyone who wants to keep up will have to work even harder.

Progress in the Lower Three Grades ultimately proves nothing. The Middle Three Grades are where it truly matters. It's not enough just to temper your bones quickly at the beginning—he might very well get stuck in the Middle Three Grades.

Everyone who made it into Demon Martial is a genius, aren't they? So the cultivation speed of this year's freshmen should be quite good.

We need to work hard as well. If we really get surpassed by these freshmen, that would be utterly disgraceful."

"This is our pressure. Then let's use that pressure to cultivate diligently!"

"Exactly. I don't want to be surpassed by the new students."

"..."

June 18th.

Today was the day for Filling in Preferences.

Su Yi had also made a rare trip to school to chat with his classmates.

This year's Admission cutoff for Magic Martial Academy was about the same as last year's.

"Blood Qi: 128 or above (including 128 Cal)

Academic Subjects: 620 Points or above

Specialty Subject: 90 Points or above

Practical Test: 90 Points or above

..."

"Note One: For Blood Qi of 149 Cal or above (including 149 Cal), the requirements for scores in other subjects may be appropriately lowered, with admission considered at discretion."

"Note Two: For Academic Subjects of 700 Points or above, with Blood Qi no lower than 118 Cal (including 118 Cal), admission will in principle be granted."

Capital Martial Academy's cutoff was the same as well.

Cheng Wen had done well on the academic subjects this time, scoring 628 Points—8 Points over the minimum cutoff.

His score had not fluctuated much from his usual results. With a Blood Qi reading of 202 Cal, even if his score had not reached the cutoff, he could still enter Magic Martial Academy through the first admission note.

Lai Yu's score was decent as well. He had barely cleared the cutoff by one point, with 621 Points.

His Blood Qi reading in the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam had been 191 Cal, while his Specialty Exam and practical test scores, like Cheng Wen's, had both met the standard.

Li Xian's academic score had fallen a little short, but his Blood Qi reading of 201 Cal also allowed him to qualify through the first admission note.

Li Xian truly did not have much talent for academic subjects. His score was 602 Points.

If not for his relatively high Spiritual Power, even that score would have been difficult for him to achieve.

"I still have to thank Brother Yi for his usual explanations and notes." Li Xian said gratefully. "Tonight, it's on me. No one is allowed to fight me for it—I'm going to properly show Brother Yi some filial respect."

"You really should treat us." Cheng Wen teased from the side. Li Xian had undergone Second Bone Tempering and possessed Spiritual Power far beyond that of ordinary people, yet his academic score was such a mess.

"You've nearly snapped Brother Yi's thigh from hugging it so tightly."

"Get lost." Li Xian laughed and cursed. "But Brother Yi really is incredible. The key points in those notes, the predicted questions, and all those annotations—they're seriously amazing."

"Of course. Do you think being first in the entire school year after year is a joke? Since reaching the top, his score has never dropped below 740 Points."

Lai Yu lazily chimed in. Did Su Yi's ability even need to be mentioned? Even teachers often consulted Su Yi while teaching.

Those notes had been copied for everyone in the entire Martial Arts Class. These were the notes of the top student.

Su Yi was used to such rainbow farts and felt nothing about the praise from the few of them. "Your own efforts are important too. Everyone has my notes, but they're useless if you won't study."

He had always taken a hands-off attitude toward the spread of his notes. In any case, no one would affect his position as first place.

The higher the score, the harder it became to improve. A few sets of notes were not enough to earn full marks.

"You're too modest. That's what I admire about you, Brother Yi. If I had those scores, I'd have been floating in the clouds long ago." Cheng Wen spoke loudly, then paused before continuing.

"You all saw the TV interview, right? Man, that was handsome. When my cousin saw Su Yi's interview, her eyes practically lit up. She insisted that I introduce Brother Yi to her."

That immediately got Lai Yu interested. "Of course I watched it. Brother Yi is fucking awesome, no explanation needed. Is your cousin the one I met last time?"

Lai Yu and Cheng Wen had played together since childhood, and they all knew each other's relatives.

"Yeah, Ding Qingya—that tigress!!!"

"Hm? She seemed pretty when I saw her last time. A tigress? No way. She looked really gentle."

Lai Yu had a deep impression of Ding Qingya. Just like her name, she gave off a refined and elegant feeling.

Cheng Wen immediately retorted, "It's an illusion! All of it is an illusion!! That woman has violent tendencies. Every time she sees me, she bullies me. She's two years older than me, and I've suffered under her thumb since I was little.

I couldn't beat her when I was young, and after growing up, she started cultivating two years earlier than I did, so I still can't beat her."

By the end, Cheng Wen sounded deeply aggrieved. He was nothing more than a toy to her.

An older sister? The most terrifying creature in the world.

Hearing that, Su Yi found it rather amusing and asked with interest, "You didn't give her my contact information, did you?"

Cheng Wen immediately patted his chest and declared loudly, "What kind of person do you think I, Cheng Wen, am? How could I be the sort of person who sells out his own brother!

For her to want me to introduce my own brother to her? Dream on! How could I introduce Brother Yi to that tigress? Wouldn't that be pushing Brother Yi into a pit of fire?"

Cheng Wen's impassioned tone made Su Yi unable to hold back a laugh. Throwing an arm around Cheng Wen's shoulders, he laughed loudly. "Good brother!"

At that moment, Lai Yu said with a wicked grin, "Is that why you had two black eyes the day before yesterday? No wonder you refused to say anything no matter how we asked. So your sister beat you up."

Cheng Wen's mouth twitched, as though he had once again recalled the day before yesterday.

It was only a little over half an hour of getting beaten up. I'm fine. It didn't hurt at all.

Acting as if nothing had happened, he said, "These injuries were sustained while guarding Brother Yi's chastity. They're symbols of glory! I absolutely can't let Brother Yi fall into the hands of that wicked woman, my sister!"

"Well said! Su Yi's chastity for all four years of university is in your hands, Cheng Wen."

Mao Qiutong was walking in with several girls from the class when she happened to overhear Cheng Wen. Smiling, she said this and gave Cheng Wen a thumbs-up with her right hand.

Cheng Wen was headed to Magic Martial University too. If he really could protect Su Yi's chastity throughout those four years of university, wouldn't her chances increase by quite a lot?

The girls behind her also chimed in. Though they knew they had virtually no hope themselves, they still didn't particularly want to see Su Yi actually get a partner.

Wasn't single Su Yi far more tempting?

After speaking, Mao Qiutong turned to Su Yi and greeted him. "Long time no see."

The last time they had parted ways had been the evening of June 8, just after the exams. It was now June 18.

It had only been ten days. That wasn't really that long, was it?

Su Yi smiled as well. "Long time no see."

After chatting for a few moments, Mao Qiutong still chose to apply to Capital Martial Academy.

Mao Qiutong's scores were extremely high: 206 Cal in the Blood Qi test, 707 Points in the academic subjects, full marks in the specialized subjects, and 98 Points in the practical test.

A terrifying set of results. Even the top scorers of previous college entrance exams had only been about this good.

Nearly half the students in Su Yi's Martial Arts Class could get into the Big Two, while the rest could also choose from some fairly good martial universities.

The Big Two only admitted so many students each year. Many students were stuck right at the Admission cutoff, with only the slimmest chance of getting in.

For their second choices, they had all applied to suitable schools.