Kids Playing House

"Hmm... hmm... hmm... whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~"

Inside the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room, Su Bo resembled a divine turtle. Half-sitting and half-prone on the ground, the stance he assumed had long since ceased to be constrained by the boundaries of martial arts.

The Bixi Divine Form faintly shrouded his body.

The rhythm of his breathing truly resembled a sleeping Bixi.

"Good lad, training like this..."

Watching Su Bo take out a Blood-Nourishing Pill, swallow it, then continue tempering his qi and blood while constantly drawing the pure blood qi within the martial room into his body—

Situ Ting was somewhat speechless.

He wanted to remind the boy that haste made waste, and that cultivation also required a balance between work and rest.

Yet when he saw Su Bo swallowing the blood qi of the Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone like a whale gulping down water, his heart began to twitch as well.

It hurt—hurt terribly, both in his heart and in his wallet!

The Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone was expensive, yes, but more importantly, it was troublesome to produce.

The Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone had not originally borne that name. It had once been called Heavy Magnetic Stone, and though it was relatively rare among the stars—

Its numbers were scarce, but it had not been especially precious.

But...

In an accident, a human expert discovered that besides generating a gravitational field, Heavy Magnetic Stone possessed another, stranger and more terrifying ability.

It could devour all the blood of a creature that had just died.

Then, through its own gravitational magnetic field, it ground and tempered the blood it had consumed, returning it to its original essence and storing it as wisps of pure blood essence.

As long as someone activated its gravitational field at that time and tempered their body and qi and blood within it—

The Heavy Magnetic Stone would release all its original blood essence, thread by thread and wisp by wisp, for the cultivator to absorb, accelerating their cultivation.

It was especially effective for Foundation Establishment, the first realm of martial cultivation, and Blood Gang, the second realm.

Thus, Heavy Magnetic Stone became a treasure fought over by all races among the stars.

Because of several raw Heavy Magnetic Stone veins, the various stellar races fought battle after battle, nearly beating each other's dog brains out.

And so, Heavy Magnetic Stone was officially renamed the Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone.

Because after absorbing blood qi, the gravitational field it released could reach the pressure of ten thousand jun.

To build the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room, Situ Ting had even constructed three such rooms.

Situ Ting had slaughtered no small number of humanity's hostile races among the stars; he had practically killed until his eyes turned red.

Watching Su Bo gulp down strands of blood essence like a whale, his cultivation speed was nearly comparable to that of a Gang Realm martial artist cultivating in the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room.

Confirmed. This kid definitely had dragon bloodline!

An ordinary first-body-tempering martial artist who dared absorb the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room's blood essence like this would have long since been swollen until they burst.

"I swallow, I swallow, I swallow-swallow-swallow..."

Deep within his spiritual world, Su Bo felt as though he had transformed into a massive Bixi, roaming through a boundless sea of stars.

At that very moment, he encountered countless delicious foods.

And he happened to be hungry, so he opened his mouth and began feasting without restraint.

In reality, Su Bo refused no one the original blood essence gushing forth from the Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone. Refined through the Bixi Divine Intent, it was absorbed into his body.

His aura consequently grew ever stronger.

Time trickled away, drop by drop...

"Boss..." Wu Bin flashed to the outside of the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room. After glancing inside, a trace of envy inevitably crossed his eyes.

He had previously cultivated inside for three days before Situ Ting kicked him out.

For no other reason than that he had broken through!

Gang Realm martial artists absorbed blood essence a little too quickly. If Wu Bin were allowed to absorb and cultivate freely, within a few months Situ Ting would have to slaughter a great demon of the Divine Ability Realm to replenish the blood essence.

Great demons of the Divine Ability Realm were not so easy to kill.

Situ Ting had roamed the stars for decades, yet he had only killed a dozen or so Divine Ability Realm beings.

"What is it?"

"That old ghost Fang said his students are coming tomorrow to find our students for a little exchange..."

"Oh~" Situ Ting nodded, giving no further reaction whatsoever.

"Just... oh?" Wu Bin glanced at Su Bo, his gaze growing stranger. "Boss, you can't really be planning to let this kid take action, can you?"

Damn, was the boss really preparing to stop acting human?

His stance had reached great completion, he had comprehended Divine Intent—though Wu Bin did not know Su Bo's stance had reached perfection—he had broken through to martial artist, and he had even consumed a trace of half-dragon essence blood that the boss had shared with him. Old Wu was jealous.

After roughly estimating, Wu Bin figured that once this freak of a kid broke through to martial artist, his base punching force would be at least over 5,000 kilograms.

With that kid from No. 1 High School's strength, he was afraid one punch would be enough to make Su Bo kneel and beg him not to die on the sparring ring.

After looking over Su Bo's cultivation condition, Situ Ting said disdainfully, "His time need not be wasted on children playing house."

"Then aren't we guaranteed to lose the spar?" Wu Bin froze.

If Su Bo did not participate...

The quasi-martial artist students of Third High School had indeed sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain these past few days, but every one of them had terribly unstable qi and blood.

One look was enough to tell that they had eaten martial meals packed with essence-replenishing tonics, crazily squeezing themselves dry to condense qi and blood and force a breakthrough.

Not to mention facing martial artists, these quasi-martial artists had a much higher chance of losing than winning even against quasi-martial artists from other martial schools.

"Does a game of children playing house even matter?" Situ Ting asked in return.

"True enough... cough, cough~" Wu Bin coughed softly and said in a low voice, "It's just a little annoying. That old ghost Fang will definitely mock us afterward."

"He'll say Third High School doesn't dare accept the challenge."

Old ghost Fang—his real name seemed to be Fang Sheng or Fang Sheng? Wu Bin could not remember clearly.

That man was the principal of Martial Arts No. 1 High School. He had taken office at roughly the same time as Situ Ting, and like him, he was a martial artist who had retired from the stars.

But Situ Ting was in the Divine Ability Realm, while old ghost Fang was in the Gang Realm, and had not even reached the peak of the Gang Realm.

Therefore, Martial Arts No. 1 High School had been crushed by Third High School for years, making that No. 1 High School principal view Third High School as an eyesore.

Principal Fang loved picking fights with them, even though every time he suffered a crushing defeat.

The next time, he would still happily come looking for trouble.

Situ Ting shot him a glance. "Relax. Old ghost Fang won't hear what he says."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm taking him to Beast Planet for training, to prepare for the martial arts exam!"

"Hiss~~~~"

"Boss, are you really not afraid of getting this kid killed?"

"Getting him killed? What getting him killed?"

"Who wants to kill me?"

The instant Wu Bin's words fell, Su Bo suddenly opened his eyes. A gleam of spiritual will flashed through the room.

The invisible Bixi Divine Intent shot straight at Wu Bin through Su Bo's gaze.

"Holy shit~" Wu Bin cried out strangely. His entire body shuddered as he retreated dozens of steps in terror, looking at Su Bo as if he were staring at a prehistoric beast.

"Psychic Witness from a martial artist who had refined spirit into gang?"

"Boss, you... you're not joking, are you?"

The second realm of martial cultivation, the Gang Realm, was divided into the three gangs: Blood Gang, Qi Gang, and Spirit Gang. The difference between each layer of gang qi was as vast as heaven and earth.

Old Wu had now transformed all his qi and blood into Blood Gang, initially stepping into the Gang Realm.

He was all too familiar with the soul-pressuring gaze Su Bo had just displayed. It was absolutely the state of refining spirit into gang, where spiritual will was sufficient to wound people from afar.

It was merely a little weaker, lacking the overwhelming power of the Spirit Gang experts he had encountered before.

"No. His spiritual power should simply be exceptionally strong. With Divine Intent fused into it, it formed a divine striking art similar to the Psychic Witness of martial artists who refined spirit into gang." Situ Ting looked at Su Bo with growing appreciation.

A martial artist of the Body Realm possessed such formidable spiritual power.

He could even form an art similar to the Psychic Witness of a martial artist who refined spirit into gang.

Tsk. It seemed Su Bo's odds of surviving on Beast Planet were even higher than he had imagined.