Super Hatred System

The roof of the teaching building.

It was ten in the morning, and with the students all in class, the roof was deserted. Xia Ping, having been kicked out of the classroom by his homeroom teacher Qiu Xue, took the opportunity to head up there to investigate the Super Hatred System that had suddenly appeared.

"System, come out immediately." Xia Ping focused his mind. "Didn't you say I could gain Hatred Points? Exactly how many have I earned?!"

He had just tested the waters by showing off a bit of the mocking ability from his past life, but he hadn't expected the effect to be off the charts; he had instantly become the public enemy of the entire class, even making one classmate cry.

If this stunt hadn't yielded any results, he would have simply become an annoying person for nothing.

"Host, you have earned a total of 120 Hatred Points this time." A cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind. "As this is the first time activating the system, congratulations to the host for receiving the Newbie Gift Package: the mysterious cultivation technique, Pure Yang Indestructible Art."

"Mysterious technique, Pure Yang Indestructible Art? What is that?" Xia Ping blinked.

The system's voice remained devoid of emotion: "Will you accept the Newbie Gift Package?"

"Accept." Xia Ping instinctively chose to accept.

Rumble.

In that instant, a massive influx of information flooded into Xia Ping's mind like a tidal wave. He felt as if his soul had been pulled into a void.

Within this space, a white silhouette appeared, sitting cross-legged. Golden meridians pulsed within its body, clearly demonstrating the mysteries of how this technique operated.

"No way, this Pure Yang Indestructible Art is actually a top-tier martial arts technique? How, how is this possible?!" Xia Ping could not hide the shock in his eyes.

Even on Yanhuang Planet, where martial arts flourished, top-tier techniques were extremely rare. They could only be learned in the libraries of top martial arts families or elite universities. Ordinary citizens could only cultivate the basic breathing techniques issued by the Federation, struggling to absorb the pitifully small amount of spiritual energy in the world.

The reason for such a massive gap was that the efficiency of basic breathing techniques was incredibly low compared to top-tier ones. If the efficiency of a basic technique was one, a top-tier technique could be a hundred, or even a thousand—the disparity was immense.

People with the same talent would end up worlds apart after years of cultivating different techniques; this alone showed how precious top-tier martial arts were.

"Is this top-tier technique real or fake?" Xia Ping couldn't help but feel skeptical. According to the description, the Pure Yang Indestructible Art allowed one to embody the universe, swallow the essence of the sun, refine it into one's own body, and burn away the mortal shell to forge an eternal, indestructible physique.

The mere thought was terrifying. The essence of the sun was an incredibly violent force; if an ordinary martial artist absorbed even a little, they would instantly turn into a fireball and be reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

Even a powerful Martial Grandmaster wouldn't dare touch solar essence casually, yet this technique started by devouring it to strengthen the body. It was outrageously fierce.

If it were true, calling it a top-tier technique would be no exaggeration.

Although Xia Ping was skeptical, his gaze soon hardened. "This is an opportunity. Real or fake, I'll know once I try. If there's any danger, I'll stop immediately."

With that thought, he sat cross-legged and began to cultivate according to the information provided by the system.

Boom!

Having received the system's infusion, Xia Ping felt as if he had practiced this technique ten thousand times. He was intimately familiar with it, entering a state of meditation instantly. His entire being merged with nature, his mind reaching a state of ethereal clarity.

As he cultivated, his body seemed to transform into a black hole. The solar essence cascading from the sky turned into balls of fire, pouring into his pores and flowing through every meridian in his body.

If anyone had seen Xia Ping cultivating, they would have been scared to death. A ten-meter radius around him had effectively become a black hole; every ray of sunlight that entered this area was absorbed by his body.

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

Two hours passed in this state of cultivation!

Boom!

Xia Ping's body shuddered. He opened his mouth, and a terrifying, swirling current of air shot out like an arrow, tearing through the air and slamming into the marble wall in front of the roof.

Crack. The marble wall was pierced by a hole the size of a fist, letting a sliver of sunlight shine through from the other side. On Earth, this breath alone would have been enough to pierce a human body—it could truly be called a lethal breath.

He opened his eyes, and a golden light immediately radiated from them, as if two flames were spinning within his pupils. The dazzling light flickered for a long time before finally fading.

"Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven. Just the first time cultivating this technique, and it helped me break through a meridian and ascend to the Fourth Heaven. It truly lives up to the name of a top-tier technique. Incredible." Xia Ping sighed with emotion.

He had spent eighteen years of hard work just to reach the Third Heaven of the Martial Apprentice realm, yet after two hours of the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, he had advanced to the Fourth Heaven.

This achievement was considered above average even in his class, moving beyond the ordinary. This alone proved how extraordinary the Pure Yang Indestructible Art was.

"It seems it's not just about breaking through the martial realm." Xia Ping stood up, planted his feet in a horse stance, twisted his waist, and threw a punch. Powerful force surged from his legs, through his waist and arm, and into his fist, transferring inch by inch.

Bang! His fist slammed into the marble wall with the ease of piercing tofu. A fist-sized dent seven or eight centimeters deep appeared instantly, and gravel clattered to the ground.

"Such powerful physical strength." Xia Ping clenched his fist, his mind racing.

He hadn't even used the internal energy within his body; this was purely physical strength, yet he could easily pierce a wall without his hand suffering a scratch.

And this was only his first time cultivating. How terrifying would he be as his cultivation deepened? This level of power could easily be called superhuman on Earth.

Of course, compared to those Martial Grandmasters who could shatter the earth and walk through the void, he still had a long way to go.

Gurgle, gurgle.

At that moment, his stomach let out a drum-like sound. He had been cultivating for two hours, and having not eaten since the morning, he was indeed hungry.

"Time to head to the cafeteria." Xia Ping walked down from the roof; it was lunch time.

Since Tianshui City No. 95 Middle School held classes from seven in the morning until four in the afternoon without allowing students to leave, most students ate at the school cafeteria, though some chose to bring their own meals.

Xia Ping arrived at the cafeteria, spent five or six Federal Coins on two dishes and a bowl of rice, and found an empty seat, looking forward to a satisfying meal.

"Xia Ping!"

A familiar voice rang out. Xia Ping looked up to see Yang Wei, who was glaring at him with a look of grief and indignation, his teeth gritted.

Behind him stood five or six burly students, exuding an oppressive aura, clearly there to cause trouble.