May, Qin Era 66.
The May breeze carried the delicate fragrance of roadside Glan Flowers, gently caressing passersby's cheeks and brushing across their chests, setting their hearts adrift.
Cheng Yuan hastily swallowed a mouthful of food and hurriedly stuffed the things on the table into his schoolbag.
"Oh, honestly! I told you to pack last night, and you wouldn't. I called you this morning, and you wouldn't get out of bed. Are you trying to rebel?"
"Your mother's right."
"Right, my ass! Hurry up and help our son pack. He's going to be late. Go get them, son! Just perform like you normally do, and we've got this in the bag!"
"Your mother's right!"
Amid his parents' nagging, Cheng Yuan scrambled to finish packing. He was just about to leave when he ran back inside.
He had forgotten his trusty greatsword!
He hurried upstairs, took down his sword, slung it across his back, and ran outside.
He had barely gone a few steps before running back again. He bowed before the Father God enshrined in their home. "Father God, bless me! Let me win the championship!"
Thump, thump, thump.
After three crisp knocks of his forehead against the floor, he shouted, "I'm off, Mom, Dad!" as his parents stared, dumbfounded.
He raced toward school at top speed.
Today was the day of the university Martial Path qualifiers. Every university was holding matches to select its top three.
The champion and runner-up could represent their school at Ji Province's provincial Martial Arts Tournament.
The top fifty in the provincial Martial Arts Tournament could enter the Nine Provinces Student Group Martial Arts Tournament. The top three hundred in the final rankings would receive keys to the secret realm.
Ever since the Qin Kingdom's officials announced the rules three months ago, all of