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 floor, the stance he held had long since transcended the bounds of martial arts.

The Bixi Divine Form faintly shrouded his body.

The rhythm of each breath truly resembled that of a sleeping Bixi.

"Good kid, cultivating like this..."

Situ Ting was left somewhat speechless as he watched Su Bo take out a Blood-Nourishing Pill and swallow it, then continue tempering his blood and vitality, constantly drawing the pure blood energy within the martial room into his body.

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

However, when he saw Su Bo devouring the blood energy of the Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone like a whale swallowing the sea, his heart began to twitch.

It hurt. It hurt terribly—both his heart and his wallet!

The Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone being expensive was one thing. In truth, the real issue was that it was troublesome to make.

The Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone had not originally been called by that name. It had once been known as Heavy Magnetic Stone, and though it was fairly rare in the starry skies—

Its quantity was scarce, but it was not especially precious.

But...

In an accident, a human powerhouse discovered that aside from generating a gravitational field, Heavy Magnetic Stone possessed another, even stranger and more terrifying ability.

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

Then, through its own gravitational magnetic field, it ground and tempered the blood it absorbed, returning it to its origin and transforming it into strands of pure blood essence for storage.

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

The Heavy Magnetic Stone would expel every trace of its origin blood essence, allowing the cultivator to absorb it and thereby accelerate their cultivation.

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

Thus, Heavy Magnetic Stone became a treasure fought over by all races of the starry skies.

There were even several battles between the races of the stars over a few veins of raw Heavy Magnetic Stone ore. They nearly beat each other's dog brains out.

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

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

To construct the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room, Situ Ting had even built three rooms.

Situ Ting had slaughtered no small number of humanity's hostile races in the starry skies. He had fucking killed until his eyes were red.

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

Confirmed. This kid definitely had Dragon Clan bloodline!

If an ordinary martial artist at the first level of the physical body realm dared absorb the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room's blood essence like this, they would have burst apart from being overstuffed long ago.

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

Deep within his spiritual world, Su Bo felt as if he had transformed into an enormous Bixi, roaming the 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 devouring them with abandon.

In reality, Su Bo refused none of the origin blood essence gushing forth from the Ten-Thousand-Jun Bloodstone. Tempered through the Bixi Divine Intent, it was refined into his body.

His aura grew ever stronger.

Time trickled away...

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

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

There was no other reason—he had broken through!

Gang realm martial artists absorbed blood essence a little too quickly. If Wu Bin were allowed to absorb and cultivate to his heart's content, within a few months Situ Ting would have to slaughter a Divine Ability realm great demon to replenish the blood essence.

Divine Ability realm great demons were not so easy to kill.

Situ Ting had roamed the starry skies for decades, yet he had only slain a dozen or so Divine Ability realm beings.

"Something wrong?"

"Old Fang said that tomorrow, his students will come find our students for an exchange..."

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

"That's... it?" Wu Bin glanced toward Su Bo, his expression growing stranger. "Boss, you aren't really planning to let this kid fight, are you?"

Holy shit, Boss really was planning to stop acting human?

His stance had reached major mastery, 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-flood dragon essence blood that Boss had shared with him. Old Wu was jealous.

After some rough calculations, Wu Bin estimated that when this freakish kid broke through to martial artist, his basic punching force would be at least above 5,000 kilograms.

With the strength of that kid from No. 1 High School, he would probably be knocked to his knees by a single punch from Su Bo, begging him not to die on the sparring arena.

Glancing at Su Bo's cultivation state, Situ Ting said disdainfully, "There's no need to waste his time on children playing house."

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

If Su Bo did not fight...

Quite a few quasi-martial artist students had sprung up at Third High School these past few days like bamboo shoots after the rain, but every one of them had terribly unstable blood and vitality.

One look was enough to tell that they had eaten martial meals packed with greatly nourishing essence and vitality, madly squeezing themselves dry to condense their blood and vitality and break through.

Let alone facing martial artists, these quasi-martial artists would be more likely to lose than win even against quasi-martial artists from other martial high schools.

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

"I suppose... ahem, ahem~" Wu Bin coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "It's just a little irritating. Old Fang will definitely mock us afterward."

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

Old Fang's real name seemed to be Fang Sheng or Fang Sheng... Wu Bin could not remember clearly.

That guy was the principal of Martial Arts No. 1 High School. He had taken office around the same time as Situ Ting, and was likewise a martial artist who had retired from the starry skies.

However, Situ Ting was in the Divine Ability realm, while Old 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 all these years, which had made the principal of No. 1 High School extremely displeased with Third High School.

Principal Fang loved causing them trouble. Even though he suffered crushing defeats every time—

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

Situ Ting cast him a glance. "Don't worry. Old Fang won't hear what he says."

"What do you mean?"

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

"Hiss~~~~"

"Boss, you really aren't afraid of getting this kid killed?"

"Get him killed? What do you mean, get 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 intangible Bixi Divine Intent shot straight at Wu Bin through Su Bo's gaze.

"Fuck~" Wu Bin shrieked, his entire body shuddering as he rapidly retreated dozens of steps. He looked at Su Bo as though he were looking at a primordial beast.

"Psychic Witness of a martial artist whose spirit had been refined into Gang?"

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

The second realm of martial cultivation, the Gang realm, was divided into three layers of Gang: Blood Gang, Qi Gang, and Divine Gang. The difference between each layer of Gang was like heaven and earth.

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

He could not have been more familiar with the soul-pressuring gaze Su Bo had just displayed. It was absolutely the result of refining the spirit into Gang, spiritual will powerful enough to injure people from afar.

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

"No. His spirit should simply be exceptionally powerful. With Divine Intent fused into it, he has formed a divine striking technique similar to the Psychic Witness of martial artists who have refined their spirit into Gang." Situ Ting looked at Su Bo with increasing admiration.

A physical body realm martial artist, yet his spiritual power was actually this formidable.

He could even form a technique similar to the Psychic Witness of martial artists who had refined their spirit into Gang.

Tsk. It seemed his chances of surviving on Beast Planet were even higher than Situ Ting had imagined.