Guidance on Stance Training

Third High School cafeteria.

Su Bo hurried over, starving beyond measure.

Supplements could replenish the deficit in his vital essence, but they could not fill the deficit in his stomach. If he wanted to keep his stomach from rebelling, he had to go to the cafeteria and have a proper feast.

But the moment he ran into the cafeteria, before he could even swipe his card and get his meal—

"Su Bo..."

"Student Su Bo is here!"

"Su Bo is here? Where? Where? Where is he?"

Several voices suddenly erupted, instantly drawing the attention of many people.

The first person from Third High School... no, the first among Crimson Glow City's four martial high schools to break through to quasi-martial artist—how could anyone not pay attention?

In an instant, the entire cafeteria became lively.

A quasi-martial artist—who would not want to ask about the experience of breaking through?

Besides, if they got on Su Bo's good side, then when he became a martial artist in the future, perhaps they could learn from his experience of breaking through to martial artist as well, right?

No matter how one looked at it, there was no downside.

Su Bo, nearly frantic with hunger, acted as though he had heard nothing. He swiped his card as usual and took his martial meal.

When Third High School issued every student their meal card upon enrollment, each person received 100 starting credits as a reward for being admitted.

After that, if students wanted to earn more credit rewards,

they had to make breakthroughs in cultivation. For example, condensing one wisp of qi and blood earned ten credits, while breaking through to quasi-martial artist earned five hundred credits.

Break through to martial artist, and the martial meal cafeteria was yours to eat from freely—eat until the martial academy entrance exam began.

Of course, excellent cultural subject grades also came with credit rewards.

At Third High School's cafeteria, a basic martial meal only cost two credits per serving.

It could be said that as long as you forged ahead valiantly in martial cultivation, you would never need to fear running out of credits, much less worry about having no martial meals to eat.

Even someone like Su Bo, who ate several servings of martial meals every time, had never lacked the credits to exchange for them.

Swipe card, collect meal...

The moment Su Bo turned around, he froze. The gazes of every martial arts student in the cafeteria were focused on him.

Those gazes were filled with curiosity, envy, jealousy, and even malice...

Feeling those stares...

Su Bo carried his tray to a corner with an expressionless face. Completely ignoring every gaze, he began eating his martial meal to fill his stomach.

As Su Bo wolfed down food in the cafeteria, he found something rather strange.

It was normal for his classmates to be curious, envious, or a little jealous after he broke through to quasi-martial artist—but outright malice was a little strange, wasn't it?

Among those stares just now, he had clearly sensed several malicious gazes from within the crowd.

He had secretly glanced in that direction several times, but unfortunately, there were too many people in the cafeteria. Moreover, a quasi-martial artist's senses were not that powerful.

It was difficult to single out the owners of those gazes from the crowd.

Although he could not find the targets, after noting the general direction and identifying the people gathered there, he could roughly guess what sort of people harbored such malice toward him.

Most of the people at those tables had condensed seventy or eighty wisps of qi and blood, and came from families with a little influence.

Old Wu had said that those wealthy and powerful people in Crimson Glow City could not possibly obtain pills forbidden from circulation or relatively high-tier martial arts.

But relying on money and influence to get martial meals better than those offered by the martial high schools was no problem.

After pondering for a moment...

Su Bo could roughly guess why those people bore him ill will.

It was nothing more than the fact that he had been the first to break through to quasi-martial artist and received the principal's rewards.

The [Baxia Coiling Dragon Stance] alone was enough to make many people resent him, not to mention a valuable [Blood-Nourishing Pill].

And the right to use the [Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room] that the principal had spared no effort to create.

No one could guarantee that the next Third High School student to break through to quasi-martial artist would still win the principal's favor and receive the school's rewards.

Nor could they guarantee that, after breaking through, they too would receive the school's full support.

After all, anyone who was not an idiot should understand.

As the first quasi-martial artist of Third High School... no, of Crimson Glow City's four martial high schools,

Su Bo would certainly be cultivated by the principal as Third High School's seed for the martial examinations. The martial artist resources available to a martial high school were limited each year.

The more Su Bo received, the less naturally remained for them.

Furthermore, these people had always thought highly of themselves. They had decent talent, yet had constantly been suppressed by Su Bo. It would have been strange if they did not dislike him.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Su Bo prepared to leave.

He was only one final wisp of qi and blood away from tempering himself to the limit of quasi-martial artist.

Next, it was time to consider breaking through to martial artist.

"Student Su Bo..."

"Hmm?"

Just as he stood up, Su Bo heard a voice behind him. Turning around, he said, "Class monitor? Do you need something?"

It was Zhou Tong, the class monitor from his martial arts class.

He remembered that Zhou Tong seemed to have already condensed more than eighty wisps of qi and blood. He was only slightly behind Su Bo in the class, and in at most another month or two, he too would be able to break through to quasi-martial artist.

Yet the two of them were not familiar at all.

Having lived two lives, Su Bo had a mature disposition. Ever since childhood, he had never been able to fit in with people his own age, and before entering the martial track, he had not had many friends at school.

He had always been used to being alone.

After getting into Third High School, he had also preferred to cultivate quietly by himself and rarely interacted with his classmates.

In the eyes of everyone in the martial arts class, he was probably someone solitary, unsociable, and rather peculiar in temperament.

"Um..." Zhou Tong hesitated for a moment.

"Student Su Bo, could I trouble you to teach us... uh, the cultivation tips for the stance training of the Eight Mountain-Shaking Fists?"

"I can, but I'll have to finish my own training before I teach you." Su Bo thought it over. As long as it did not delay his own cultivation, there was no problem.

In any case, he had already cultivated the Eight Mountain-Shaking Fists to perfection.

Guiding a group of people who were at most at minor mastery, with most still hovering between the beginner and proficient stages, would not be difficult.

Hearing Su Bo agree, Zhou Tong was stunned for a moment before immediately rejoicing. "Thank you, Student Su Bo. I promise I won't disturb you while you're training."

"Alright." Su Bo turned and left.

"Yes!" Still overjoyed, Zhou Tong shouted before immediately going to find his classmates.

He had also been chosen by the class to act as their representative.

They had long known that Su Bo's stance training was at a relatively high level, and they had considered asking him for guidance before. But Su Bo really was somewhat unsociable.

They had no real dealings with him, so it had been difficult to bring it up.

Su Bo had broken through to quasi-martial artist, but most of their class was still hovering at a few dozen wisps of qi and blood. Their stance training was either just beginning or had barely reached the proficient level.

Every martial arts student knew that the higher one's stance training level, the faster one could refine vital essence and condense qi and blood.

Seeing Su Bo agree so readily to guide them in stance training, the students from the other classes were immediately filled with regret.

If they had known Su Bo was so easy to talk to, they would have gone to ask him too.

Not everyone was like those rich young heirs, with martial artists at home to guide their stance training. Most people received their teachers' guidance, then trained relentlessly at school and at home.

Bit by bit, they ground their stance training to a higher level.

Su Bo had already lost interest in what happened in the cafeteria.

The martial artist limit—he would break through it at the fastest possible speed and complete the first refinement of the Skin and Flesh Barrier.

Break through to the Physical Body Realm!