The Super Hatred System

On the roof of the teaching building.

It was ten in the morning. The students were all in class, and the rooftop was deserted. Xia Ping had taken the opportunity to go up there after his homeroom teacher, Qiu Xue, kicked him out of the classroom, so he could study the Super Hatred System that had suddenly appeared.

"System, come out right now," Xia Ping thought. "Didn't you say I could earn Hate Points? How many have I earned?!"

He had just tested the waters, showing off a little of the mockery he'd honed in his previous life. He hadn't expected it to work so well: he'd become the enemy of the entire class in an instant and even made one of his classmates cry.

If it had no effect, then he'd just made himself a thoroughly obnoxious person for nothing.

"Host, you earned a total of one hundred and twenty Hate Points this time," a cold voice from the system sounded in his mind. "Congratulations on activating the system for the first time. You've received a System Gift Pack containing a mysterious technique, the Pure Yang Indestructible Art."

"A mysterious technique, the Pure Yang Indestructible Art? What's that?" Xia Ping blinked.

The system's voice remained emotionless. "Will you accept the System Gift Pack?"

"Accept." Xia Ping chose to accept without thinking.

Rumble!

In an instant, a vast amount of information poured into Xia Ping's mind like a raging tide. He felt as if his soul had been pulled into a void.

A white figure seemed to appear in that space, sitting cross-legged. Golden meridians emerged within its body, clearly demonstrating the secrets of how the mysterious technique worked.

"No way. The Pure Yang Indestructible Art is actually a top-tier martial arts technique? H-how is that possible?!" Xia Ping could hardly hide the shock in his eyes.

Even on Yanhuang Planet, where martial arts flourished, top-tier martial arts techniques were extremely rare. They could only be learned at top martial arts families or in the libraries of first-rate universities. Ordinary people could only practice the basic breathing technique issued by the Federation, struggling to absorb the pitifully little spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The difference came down to efficiency. The basic breathing technique absorbed spiritual energy at an exceedingly low rate, nowhere near as fast as a top-tier martial arts technique. If the basic breathing technique had an efficiency of one, then a top-tier technique might have an efficiency of a hundred, or even a thousand. The gap was enormous.

People with the same talent who practiced different martial arts techniques would grow further and further apart over time. That alone showed how precious top-tier techniques were.

"But is this top-tier martial arts technique real or fake?" Xia Ping couldn't help but wonder. According to the description of the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, practicing it would turn him into a universe, devour the sun's essence from the sky, refine it within himself, infuse it into his body, burn away his mortal shell, and forge an eternal, indestructible body.

Just imagining it was terrifying. The sun's essence was an incredibly fearsome force. Ordinary martial artists who absorbed even a little of it would immediately turn into fireballs and burn to ash, without leaving so much as a scrap behind.

Even extremely powerful martial arts grandmasters didn't dare touch the sun's essence carelessly. Yet this technique devoured it from the very beginning to strengthen the practitioner. It was absurdly domineering.

If it was real, there was no doubt it deserved to be called a top-tier technique.

Though Xia Ping was still somewhat doubtful, his gaze soon hardened. "This is a chance. Real or not, I'll find out if I give it a try. If there's any danger, I'll stop practicing immediately."

With that, he sat cross-legged and began practicing, following the martial arts technique the system had imparted to him.

Boom!

With the information from the system, Xia Ping felt as if he'd practiced this technique ten thousand times. He knew it inside out. In an instant, he entered a meditative state, merging with nature as his mind became tranquil and clear.

As he practiced, his body seemed to turn into a black hole. The sun's essence pouring down from the sky became balls of fire that surged into his pores and flowed through every meridian in his body.

Anyone who saw Xia Ping practicing would have been scared out of their wits. The area within ten meters of him had turned into a black hole, and every ray of sunlight that came near was absorbed by his body.

Even the wind had stopped, as if time in that space had stood still.

He practiced for two whole hours!

Boom!

Xia Ping's body shuddered. He opened his mouth and spat out a terrifying spiral of air, which shot out like an arrow, tearing through the air. With a bang, it slammed into the marble wall at the far end of the rooftop.

With a crack, the breath punched a fist-sized hole through the marble wall. A sliver of sunlight shone in from outside. On Earth, that breath alone would have been enough to pierce an ordinary person's body. It could truly be called killing with a single breath.

He opened his eyes, and a golden light immediately flashed from them. It was as though two balls of fire were spinning in his pupils, shining brilliantly before finally fading after a long while.

"Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven! After practicing this technique just once, I actually broke through another meridian and advanced to Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven. No wonder it's a top-tier technique. It's incredible." Xia Ping sighed.

He'd practiced diligently for eighteen years and only reached Martial Apprentice Third Heaven. But after practicing the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, he'd advanced to Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven in just two hours.

Even in his class, that result would put him above average, beyond the level of an ordinary student. That alone showed how extraordinary the Pure Yang Indestructible Art was.

"It seems it doesn't just help me break through to a higher martial arts realm." Xia Ping stood up, planted his feet, twisted his waist, and threw a punch. Powerful force traveled from his legs to his waist, then his arms, before passing inch by inch into his fist.

With a bang, his fist smashed into the marble wall in front of him as easily as if it were punching through tofu. A seven- or eight-centimeter-deep fist mark appeared in the wall, and fragments of stone came tumbling down.

"My body's so strong." Xia Ping clenched his fist, his thoughts surging.

He hadn't used any of the true energy inside him just now. He'd relied solely on his physical strength, yet one punch had easily pierced the wall, leaving his fist unharmed.

And this was only his first time practicing. How terrifying would he become as his cultivation advanced? On Earth, this level of strength would easily qualify him as a superhuman.

Of course, compared with martial arts grandmasters who could shatter the earth with a punch and walk through the air, he still had a long way to go.

Grrr, grrr.

Just then, Xia Ping's stomach began rumbling. He'd been practicing for two hours and hadn't eaten much since morning, so it was only natural that he was hungry.

"I'll go eat in the cafeteria." Xia Ping headed down from the rooftop. It was lunchtime now.

Classes at Tianshui City No. 95 Middle School ran from seven in the morning until four in the afternoon, with no going home in between. So most students ate in the school cafeteria, though some brought their own food.

Xia Ping went to the cafeteria, spent five or six Federal Coins on two dishes and a bowl of rice, then found an empty seat and sat down, ready to enjoy his meal.

"Xia Ping!"

A familiar voice called out. Xia Ping looked up and saw Yang Wei glaring at him with an aggrieved expression, his teeth clenched.

Five or six tall, burly students stood behind him, radiating an intimidating presence. It looked like they'd come to cause trouble.