Devilish Curriculum

Other than the Second High School students and Bai Zhenhao,

everyone else looked completely dumbfounded, their jaws dropping.

What had they just heard?

This student's Blood Qi Value was 78.5?

Was that even reasonable?

Was Second High School messing with them?

Wang Zheng stared fixedly at Su Yuan, disbelief written all over his face.

"Blood Qi Value 78.5?"

"Student, are you sure you're not joking?"

Su Yuan was helpless. Why did no one believe him when he told the truth?

If they brought out a Blood Qi testing device to test him, there might even be an error of a few decimal points.

He had already accurately told everyone his Blood Qi Value with zero error, so why were they still reacting like this?

Could it be that the Joint Key Class—no, the Qianshan Class—had a Blood Qi Value requirement?

At that moment, the three Fourth-Realm teachers, including Wang Zheng, looked at Su Yuan differently.

They secretly wondered whether he had gotten in through connections.

Leaving Ye Ling aside, Su Yuan's Blood Qi Value was even lower than that of Second High School's weakest student. How exactly had he obtained a spot?

There were rumors that Second High School's principal had a nephew. Could this be him?

Wang Zheng and the other two rapidly imagined all sorts of possibilities. Beside them, Huang Yi'an looked thoughtfully at Su Yuan, a subtle smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"All right, all right. Since these ten can stand here, there shouldn't be any problem."

"If their Blood Qi Values can't keep up and they can't persist in cultivation later on, we'll deal with it then."

Huang Yi'an waved his hand, signaling Wang Zheng not to press the matter further.

Second High School's ten spots would not change.

There was no doubt about that.

Since they were here, they should peacefully attend classes and cultivate in the Qianshan Class.

From beginning to end, Ye Ling and Chu Tianche acted like outsiders. Neither of them even glanced in Su Yuan's direction.

Even after hearing that Su Yuan's Blood Qi Value was so low, their expressions did not change at all.

A Blood Qi Value of 78.5 was no different from that of an ordinary person in their eyes.

Bai Zhenhao silently met Huang Yi'an's eyes from within the crowd and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But with so many people around, he forcefully swallowed the words he wanted to say.

He wanted to shout that Su Yuan was not as simple as he appeared, but he also felt that it would be embarrassing.

He had been knocked back by someone whose Blood Qi Value was dozens of points lower than his. If word got out, he would probably lose his Qianshan Class spot immediately.

Qianshan No. 1 High School's twenty Qianshan Class spots had no need for trash.

Bai Zhenhao knew full well how intense the pressure was at Qianshan No. 1 High School. He had finally earned a Qianshan Class spot, and he did not want to be eliminated before he had even begun.

At the same time, Bai Zhenhao prayed inwardly.

He hoped Director Yuan and Teacher Pei would not let slip what had happened to him.

Otherwise, he would be finished.

Damn it, he should never have taken on this job in the first place.

Look at him now. He felt miserable.

Bai Zhenhao's face remained expressionless, but his heart was already filled with bitterness.

As soon as Huang Yi'an finished speaking, most of the Qianshan No. 1 High School students glanced at Su Yuan in unspoken agreement, thinking that they had found their future bottom-ranker.

After that, Fang Yan and Leng Xin spoke one after the other.

"Fang Yan, Blood Qi Value 113.2."

"Leng Xin, Blood Qi Value 119.8."

Immediately, most of the people from Qianshan No. 1 High School looked toward them with surprise in their eyes.

The two were fairly decent. Only fairly decent.

"I'll first announce the Qianshan Class requirements."

"At seven every morning, everyone must be standing here for roll call."

"Anyone late must wear a five-hundred-jin Gravity Belt and circle the entire Qianshan No. 1 High School ten times."

After all the students had introduced themselves, Wang Zheng spoke.

He then swept his sharp gaze across each student, as if tardiness was taboo to him.

Leng Xin, Su Yuan, and the others frowned slightly. The punishment for being late was that severe.

Even though they had just arrived, they knew how outrageous it was to circle Qianshan No. 1 High School.

With the added condition of carrying five hundred jin, it was simply too harsh.

Li Xingyu and the others secretly wiped away sweat. Was this a joke? They were going this hard right from the start?

They were not even First-Realm Martial Artists. This kind of punishment could get someone killed.

"After roll call, you will begin your warm-up. Rapidly travel back and forth through this passage five times."

Wang Zheng pointed at another passage in this space.

It was pitch-black there. If Wang Zheng had not pointed out the direction, many of them would not even have noticed it.

"After the warm-up, each person will receive one bottle of Intermediate Recovery Potion. If that's not enough, you can have a few more."

An Intermediate Recovery Potion could heal a First-Realm Martial Artist's bodily injuries and sold for eight hundred Xia currency.

For some reason, Li Xingyu and the others felt their scalps tingle after hearing that.

Wait.

A single warm-up required Intermediate Recovery Potions?

"After the warm-up comes combat simulation training."

"The thirty students will spar against the three of us teachers in one-versus-many combat."

"As for when it ends..."

Wang Zheng suddenly smiled in a way that sent chills down their spines.

"The training ends once ten people are completely unable to move."

As soon as those words fell, many students, including those from Qianshan No. 1 High School, had their pupils constrict violently.

Fight Fourth-Realm powerhouses?

This was not a joke.

Let alone ten people attacking together, even a hundred Ye Lings could not defeat a Fourth-Realm Martial Artist.

"Without enduring hardship, how can you become strong?"

"If you cannot even accept this much difficulty, then your life is destined to be mediocre."

Wang Zheng completely changed his attitude at that moment. His voice rang like a great bell, solemn and thunderous as it echoed throughout the space.

"Don't worry. There will be plenty of Intermediate Recovery Potions, so you don't need to worry about not recovering."

At this point, Zhao Xinxuan added from the side.

"You'll have twenty minutes to eat, or you can choose not to eat."

"After the meal, you will form pairs and spar for one hour."

"Then cultivate martial skills and breathing techniques until every muscle in your body is exhausted."

"Finally, fight the three of us teachers until you are utterly exhausted. That concludes the daytime training."

Upon noticing the words "daytime training," despair gradually appeared in Xie Zhengyang and the other Second High School students' eyes.

Devilish training during the day was one thing, but they still had to cultivate at night?

At Second High School, classes ended early in the afternoon.

Once Wang Zheng finished speaking, the scene fell utterly silent.

Leng Xin and Fang Yan wore grave expressions, unable to help feeling troubled by the deathly training regimen Wang Zheng had announced.

After a full day, they might only have the twenty minutes at noon for lunch.

Were they really going to push themselves this hard?

If they cultivated according to this schedule, there would be no rest at all throughout the day.

"Teacher Wang, can we go into the passage and take a look now?"

Suddenly, Ye Ling smiled at Wang Zheng as he spoke.

His tone was filled with longing for the training.

"Go ahead."

"Today is only for everyone to get acquainted and for us to announce the Qianshan Class training schedule."

"The Qianshan Class curriculum officially begins tomorrow."

Wang Zheng smiled in response to Ye Ling, making no attempt to hide the appreciation in his eyes.

"Understood."

Ye Ling gave Wang Zheng a slight bow, then rushed toward the passage on the left without even looking at anyone else.

Seeing this, Chu Tianche swiftly followed behind him, leaving the others with hesitant expressions.

On Su Yuan's side, Su Yuan also followed Ye Ling and Chu Tianche, quickly rushing into the passage.

Leng Xin and Fang Yan exchanged a glance before entering the passage one after the other.

"What are you all standing around for? Get in there!"

Someone from Qianshan No. 1 High School shouted at the top of his lungs, and all the remaining students immediately surged toward the passage.

"How long do you think they can last at most?"

Wang Zheng looked at the entrance with an inscrutable smile. Everyone had entered by then.

"Fifteen seconds at most."

Zhao Xinxuan pondered for a moment before answering softly.