Give Me Back My Martial Arts Entry?

Silence.

The entire classroom was so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes widened.

They stared without blinking at the white glow at Zeng Anmin's fingertips!

The students had just seen the same white light.

But it had been at their teacher's fingertips!

Yet this...

Master Han's reaction was the fiercest. His pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief.

He stared fixedly at the middle finger before his nose, his lips somewhat dry and cracked...

"This is..."

Master Han stretched out a trembling hand, wanting to touch that wisp of white light, but withdrew it midway.

"Literary Qi!"

It was unquestionably the Body Cultivation Realm!

Master Han had dealt with Literary Qi for his entire life. He knew it all too well!

He looked at the calm-faced Zeng Anmin and said in a deep voice:

"Steady your breath, focus your mind, restrain your Literary Qi, and don't move."

With that, he reached out to feel Zeng Anmin over.

After hearing him, Zeng Anmin withdrew his Literary Qi and watched Master Han's large hands roam over his body.

Hey, old man, stop it!

Quit touching me. Any more touching costs extra!

Being groped all over by an old man made Zeng Anmin feel rather awkward.

"Bone age sixteen. That's right!"

Once he had confirmed Zeng Anmin's bone age, Master Han could no longer hold himself together. He shot to his feet, his gaze locked tightly onto Zeng Anmin.

"When you were reading just now, did you experience anything unusual?"

Zeng Anmin furrowed his brow in thought, then answered evenly:

"I just felt warm, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to read."

It matched!

Upon hearing Zeng Anmin's words, Master Han's entire body tensed.

Even his breathing became heavier as he cautiously asked again:

"In other words, from the time you began reading until this old man interrupted you, it was less than a quarter of an hour?"

"Probably."

Zeng Anmin pondered for a moment. He was actually not entirely certain.

But it had definitely been less than a quarter of an hour!

"Gasp—"

Master Han sucked in a sharp breath.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had comprehended his first strand of Literary Qi.

Never seen before, never heard of before!!

This...

Dong—

At the same time, the dismissal bell rang.

Yet the teacher remained lost in thought, motionless as a statue.

At that moment, Zeng Anmin had become the center of the classroom.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

There was envy, admiration, and jealousy as well...

"Master... class is over..."

Seeing his teacher standing like a statue, Zeng Anmin kindly reminded him.

The teacher immediately came back to himself and abruptly turned to look at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin met his gaze calmly.

After a long while, the teacher slowly raised his hand.

Before everyone's eyes, he bowed to Zeng Anmin.

His body bent forward.

"Just now, this old man harbored prejudice. I was in the wrong."

Gasp!!

The students' mouths fell open.

What had they just seen?

A teacher apologizing to a student?

Such a glorious moment, one that could only appear in history books, had actually appeared in reality!

Even Zeng Anmin had not expected this teacher to possess such character!

Instead, he was caught somewhat off guard.

"Master, there is no need to do this."

"Mm."

Master Han was helped upright by Zeng Anmin, his expression exceptionally solemn.

"Since you have comprehended Literary Qi and entered the Body Cultivation Realm, you are no longer suited to remain in this class. This old man will arrange for you to advance to a higher class."

As he spoke, he turned and left. On the way out, he sternly looked at the remaining students.

"Class is dismissed. None of you may be absent tomorrow."

With that, he turned and left directly.

Leaving the students to stare at one another.

Zeng Anmin watched the teacher's receding back.

His gaze was somewhat helpless.

Well then. He had just started school and was already skipping a grade.

Now he had become someone else's child.

Just as he was about to stretch and pack up before leaving—

He suddenly froze.

Zeng Anmin stared in astonishment at the three options before him.

Congratulations on advancing in rank.

Martial Arts Entries loaded successfully.

Please choose one of the following three Martial Arts Entries.

(Silver) Martial Arts Foundation: Upon breaking through the Martial Arts Realm to the Martial God Realm, receive 999999999 taels of gold.

(Silver) Unyielding Martial Artist: Immune to every enemy's first soul attack.

(Silver) Martial Arts Spiritual Artifact: Immediately obtain a Martial Arts Spiritual Artifact (it will be delivered directly to a safe location).

Note: Entries not chosen will disappear forever. Countdown: 30, 29, 28...

Zeng Anmin looked at the three options.

And ranted wildly in his heart.

Of all pursuits, only reading stands supreme!

Why do you keep giving me entries for Crude Martial Artists?

Because the previous owner of this body had been deeply influenced by his father, Zeng Anmin of that time had also viewed Body Cultivators through tinted glasses.

The first, Martial Arts Foundation—

Once I reach the Martial God Realm, won't all the gold under heaven be mine? What would I need that thing for?

The second, Unyielding Martial Artist—

Let me say this again: I cultivate the Confucian Path. I comprehend heaven and earth and use my mind to command my enemies. Only those Crude Martial Artists fear mental attacks.

As for the third, Martial Arts Spiritual Artifact—

A Spiritual Artifact?

Zeng Anmin fell into thought.

In his memories, Spiritual Artifacts were exceptionally rare. One had to render meritorious service to the nation before the Holy Dynasty would reward them with a Spiritual Artifact crafted by the Capital City Profound Formation Division.

Not to mention anything else—even Uncle Qi at home wielded only an ordinary iron whip made by a blacksmith.

After thinking it over, he finally made his decision just as the Countdown was about to vanish.

Shuidu Academy, Back Mountain.

Dean Qin Shouchang rose to his feet with a gloomy expression.

He looked around. Only after confirming that no one was nearby did the gloom fade from his face.

He rose as though nothing had happened.

Glancing at the still-empty fish basket,

he frowned in thought.

"Hmm... the bait must have been poor!"

Only then did he put away his fishing rod and prepare to return to his chambers.

"Dean."

A voice sounded by his ear.

Qin Shouchang hurriedly turned around, using his body to hide the empty fish basket behind him as he looked at the visitor.

It was the steward who had just left.

"Why have you come back?"

Qin Shouchang asked calmly.

The steward's expression was somewhat complicated. After bowing to the Dean, he said:

"Dean, Han Lide, the Academy's beginner instructor, has come with urgent news."

"What is it?" Qin Shouchang asked with a frown.

"Among today's newly enrolled students, someone began reading the 'Imperial Academy' and comprehended a strand of Literary Qi in less than a quarter of an hour!"

The moment those words were spoken, Qin Shouchang's hand gripping the fishing rod suddenly froze.

Then he abruptly raised his head, joy in his brows as he asked:

"Is that true?"

For Confucian Cultivators, the hardest part was the initial comprehension of Qi.

To comprehend one's first strand of Literary Qi in such a short time—throughout history, there had been fewer than could be counted on both hands!

And every one of them had been a great talent whose name remained in the annals of history!

If nothing unexpected happened, Shuidu Academy was about to produce another great talent!

"It has already been confirmed. Master Han personally measured his bone age."

The steward's expression grew ever more complicated, even carrying a trace of hesitation.

"Good!!!"

This good news made Qin Shouchang forget the frustration of his empty haul entirely. A broad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Which family does this student come from?"

In his mind, such a favored child of heaven had to be the offspring of an aristocratic family.

"Zeng Anmin." The steward lowered his head knowingly.

"Who?"

Qin Shouchang's voice rose, nearly cracking.