The moment Jiang Fan received the points, he stopped massaging Crazy Old Man.
Crazy Old Man had been enjoying himself when it suddenly stopped.
He turned to look in confusion. Before he could ask anything, he saw Jiang Fan walking out without looking back, tossing out a few words.
"I'll come again tomorrow."
What the hell?
After leaving the cemetery, Jiang Fan checked his phone. 20:13.
It was still early, so he decided to climb Plow Mountain.
Over an hour passed. Holding his wine flask, Crazy Old Man watched Jiang Fan climbing up and down Plow Mountain and couldn't help muttering to himself.
"The moonlight isn't very good tonight. Can this kid even see clearly while climbing?"
Jiang Fan was already a junior psychic. Never mind poor moonlight-even in pitch darkness, his surroundings looked as clear as images taken by an ultra-high-definition digital camera, complete with a microscope effect.
After training until past eleven, Jiang Fan sat on the stone steps, panting heavily.
He opened the system panel.
Points: 3003 Blood vitality: 80N (+) Psychic power: 1253P (+)
He wondered whether his current physical condition would let him increase his blood vitality.
After thinking it over, Jiang Fan asked the system, "Raise my blood vitality to the most suitable value."
[Yes, Master.]
As the system's female voice faded, the panel changed.
Points: 2993 Blood vitality: 81N (+) Psychic power: 1253P (+)
I can only exchange for 1N of blood vitality?
Jiang Fan frowned slightly. This was far too inefficient.
Accustomed to riding a rocket, Jiang Fan now wore a look of bitter grievance.
But there was nothing he could do about the current situation. He could only train step by step for now.
"Exchange all my points for psychic power first."
[OK]
The next day, after finishing the same training as yesterday, Jiang Fan changed his clothes and went to school.
The moment he arrived on campus, he noticed the looks people around him were giving him.
He didn't need to listen to know why.
Although the Jiang Family wasn't a top-tier wealthy power in Ancheng, it was unquestionably a minor wealthy family.
Yesterday, Jiang Qifeng had publicly livestreamed kicking him out of the family and severing all ties. Such explosive news would undoubtedly make the front-page headlines in Ancheng.
Upon spotting Jiang Fan, Tong Shuyao stepped out of the crowd.
"Jiang Fan, you've really disappointed me. Yesterday, I urged you to kneel and apologize properly to Jiang Youtian, but you refused to listen. Now you've been thrown out of the Jiang Family. You must regret it, don't you?"
Jiang Fan said casually, "You're blocking my way."
Tong Shuyao's chest heaved sharply with anger. After taking a moment to recover, she continued, "Since that's the case, our engagement is over. From now on, just like you and the Jiang Family, you and I have completely severed ties."
"Exactly what I wanted," Jiang Fan said expressionlessly.
Seeing how utterly unconcerned Jiang Fan was, Tong Shuyao felt increasingly stifled.
In the end, she merely snorted, turned, and left.
Two in the afternoon.
As Jiang Fan arrived at the student council office door, he discovered that over a dozen students were already waiting in line.
He knew all these students. They were the promising martial arts talents in their year at Ancheng No. 9 Middle School.
Wei Qi noticed Jiang Fan too and said sarcastically, "Jiang Fan, what are you doing here? Watching the show? Or have you come to gaze up at martial arts geniuses like us?"
Hearing this, almost all the students preparing to register, including Jiang Youtian and Tong Shuyao, turned their eyes toward Jiang Fan.
Some gazes were contemptuous, some mocking, while others withdrew after a single glance, as though a nobody like Jiang Fan wasn't worth their attention or mental energy.
"None of your business." With that, Jiang Fan joined the back of the line.
"Huh?" Wei Qi froze briefly. "From the looks of it, you're here to register too? No way, right? Jiang Fan, a piece of trash with only 19N like you wants to register for the martial exam? You're killing me, hahaha-"
A student nearby said, "Let him register. It's pretty boring anyway. We can treat it as entertainment."
"Yeah, the path of cultivation is so dull. Having something entertaining to watch now and then is nice."
The moment that student finished speaking, a cold voice came from behind him in the line.
"You're noisy."
The student turned around and saw Mu Feng behind him, sporting a buzz cut and a rigid, expressionless face.
He immediately shrank his neck, not daring to utter another peep.
Mu Feng was one of only two late-stage martial apprentices at Ancheng No. 9 Middle School, his strength second only to Lan Shengxue's.
But he looked old for his age and gloomy, and he was usually a man of few words, so no one at school dared approach him.
"It's your turn. Hurry up and go in," Mu Feng said impatiently.
"Oh, okay." Frightened, the student hurried into the student council office.
Because of that little incident, the line became unusually quiet.
By the time Jiang Fan's turn came, twenty minutes had passed.
"Next." Lan Shengxue kept her head down, sorting through the registration documents in her hands.
Jiang Fan walked in and sat across from Lan Shengxue.
"Which class?" Lan Shengxue asked.
"Class 8."
Lan Shengxue continued filling in the registration form without raising her head. "Name."
"Jiang Fan."
After writing "Jiang Fan" on the form, a flicker of surprise crossed Lan Shengxue's calm eyes.
She slowly raised her head and saw a handsome face across from her.
It really is him...
"What are you doing here?"
Jiang Fan shrugged. "I'm here to register, of course. What else, cleaning duty?"
Lan Shengxue frowned suspiciously. "You're here to register for the martial exam?"
"Yes."
"Are you messing with me?" A trace of displeasure and coldness showed between Lan Shengxue's brows.
Jiang Fan replied, "Do I look like I have that much time on my hands?"
Lan Shengxue felt that Jiang Fan, with only 19N of blood vitality, had come here to register for the martial exam purely to toy with her and waste her time.
But as she stared at Jiang Fan without blinking, she couldn't detect the slightest hint of a joke on his face.
Is he serious?
But he only has 19N of blood vitality.
"Don't you know you need to reach at least 80N to register?"
Jiang Fan nodded. "I know."
Lan Shengxue fell silent. After a long while, she pointed at the blood vitality tester beside her.
"Do you know how to use it?"
"Yes, I've been tested before."
If he hadn't, he wouldn't have known that he only had 19N of blood vitality.
Jiang Fan walked up to the machine. The device used to test blood vitality worked on much the same principle as a punching power tester.
All he needed to do was muster his strength and strike the padded target on the front of the machine with all his might.
Of course, the punching power testers on the market were nowhere near comparable to a blood vitality tester. The metal parts of a blood vitality tester were forged from a special alloy, and even its padded target was made from the exceptionally tough hair of demonic beasts.
Only equipment like this could withstand blood vitality tests by martial apprentices and even martial artists.
Jiang Fan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then suddenly opened them, his gaze sharp.
The next second, he unleashed a heavy punch.