Threefold Gift, One Sentence!

However, Lin Mo now understood what Wang Xiao had been chatting about on the road earlier.

"Real geniuses are different from ordinary martial artists, you know."

Those words were indeed true.

Not only were their talents different, their mindsets were completely different too.

Ordinary martial artists, when faced with a stronger opponent, would only shrink back, submit, and worship.

But geniuses, when they encountered a strong opponent, would only see them as a target to surpass, their fighting spirit blazing.

The burning intensity in those geniuses' eyes at that moment made Lin Mo realize this.

They had already set him as a challenge target.

On the stage, Lu Li watched these little brats' restless fighting spirit and nodded in satisfaction.

"In a little while, you'll be sent to this session's Martial Alliance Elite Camp. I hope you can pass every round of the camp's assessments and earn good rankings.

Remember, no matter what your results are in the future, don't bring shame to Southern Province.

Alright, from this moment on, the Martial Alliance Elite Camp's assessment has begun.

Now, board the vehicles in order according to your number plates and prepare to depart."

Lu Li didn't say much more; after giving his instructions, he left directly.

The crowd, meanwhile, began boarding according to their number plates.

They were transported in large passenger buses.

Each bus could seat forty people.

Twenty-five modified passenger buses were already parked by the square.

After Lin Mo boarded the bus, he found that Lin Dabao, who had spoken to him earlier, was sitting right next to him.

"Hey, Brother Lin Mo, what a coincidence, we're seatmates."

Seeing Lin Mo, Lin Dabao immediately beamed with joy.

"Heh, it is quite a coincidence."

"Fate, I tell you! We're both surnamed Lin—five hundred years ago, we were one family, haha." Lin Dabao seemed to be in a great mood.

Before long, the bus was fully seated, the engine started, and they set off toward the Martial Alliance Elite Camp's location.

Along the way, Lin Mo truly discovered that this overly familiar Lin Dabao had a real gift for gab—he was practically a chatterbox.

Other people would chat a few sentences and then close their eyes to rest.

But not him; from the moment Lin Mo sat down, his mouth never stopped, rambling on about this and that, chatting about everything under the sun.

Still, Lin Mo also noticed that Lin Dabao seemed to know an awful lot.

It looked like this kid had an unusual background.

River City, Shack District.

Zheng Heping, leaning on his crutch, walked toward his home with a tired expression.

"Old Zheng, you're back?"

"Yeah, Aunt Liu."

"Aiyo, you missed a huge happy event today."

"Oh? What happy event?"

"Your big nephew Lin Mo had quite the day today—the No. 2 High School principal led the teachers and students to see him off..."

"Huh? See him off? What do you mean?"

"Ah? You don't know?" Aunt Liu was taken aback.

Usually, Zheng Heping and Lin Mo were as close as father and son—how could he not know about this?

"???"

Zheng Heping looked at Aunt Liu, completely baffled.

"Lin Mo was selected for the Martial Alliance Elite Camp this time."

"What!"

Hearing this, Zheng Heping was shocked.

As a former Grade 2 Martial Artist, he knew about the Martial Alliance Elite Camp.

That was Huaxia's top-tier genius training camp, and Lin Mo had been selected?

Really or not?

Wasn't it only for Awakened who had reached Grade 3 or above by age eighteen?

Had his big nephew already reached Grade 3?

And on top of that, he was an Awakened?

For a moment, Zheng Heping was full of question marks.

"Is everything you said true?"

"Of course, all the neighbors in the shantytown know. Early this morning, Little Mo's doorstep was bustling—drum troupes, reporters, a whole crowd. This time, Little Mo has really brought honor to our shantytown. Look over there, there are still reporters interviewing someone."

Following the direction Aunt Liu pointed, Zheng Heping did indeed see several people carrying cameras and holding microphones, interviewing something.

Just as Zheng Heping was utterly bewildered, a group of people walked over.

"Mr. Zheng Heping, right?"

"You are?" Looking at the newcomer, Zheng Heping felt a flicker of familiarity, but couldn't place where he'd seen him.

"Hello, I'm Wang Xiao from the Martial Artist Building."

"Wang Xiao?" Zheng Heping frowned, straining to remember.

Suddenly, his eyes went wide, disbelief written all over his face. "Director Wang?"

"That's right, it's me! I'm here on Lin Mo's behalf to give you this."

Wang Xiao chuckled as he took out a box and handed it over.

"Lin Mo? For me?"

Wang Xiao nodded.

Zheng Heping took the box suspiciously and opened it.

Inside lay three items.

A card, a bottle of medicine, and a contract.

"This is..." Zheng Heping looked up at Wang Xiao.

"This bottle is Ink Jade Paste, for external use to heal bone injuries. This card has one million in it—both are left for you by Lin Mo. As for this contract, take a look for yourself."

Wang Xiao said with a smile.

Hearing "Ink Jade Paste," Zheng Heping's whole body jolted.

This stuff cost ten million per bottle, and even then, it was hard to find on the market.

It was a top-tier healing medicine for mending broken bones.

With this, he wouldn't need his crutch anymore.

Plus the bank card with one million—that was eleven million in total?

"This... this is worth eleven million, where did Lin Mo get so much money?"

Zheng Heping couldn't help exclaiming, looking at Wang Xiao with some concern.

"Heh, it's not quite that much. Today, Lin Mo received a five-million reward from the school, then asked me to buy this Ink Jade Paste. Actually..."

Actually, it was thanks to Wang Xiao.

He used his own privilege to give Lin Mo a thirty-percent discount again.

And through a special channel, he managed to get this bottle, worth ten million, for three million.

The remaining one million was Lin Mo's way of giving Zheng Heping some living expenses.

Over the years, he had worked hard for Lin Mo's sake.

Now that Lin Mo had made it and had money, he naturally wanted to repay him as soon as possible.

The school gave him five million; he kept one million for himself as backup, and gave nearly everything else to Zheng Heping.

After hearing Wang Xiao's explanation, Zheng Heping's aged eyes brimmed with tears, deeply moved.

"That silly kid, having money and not keeping it for himself—what use is it giving it to a cripple like me? A martial artist's training needs money for so many things later on."

Though his heart was happy, his mouth still grumbled.

"Haha, don't worry about that. Once you enter the Martial Alliance Elite Camp, resources are all supplied for free. Besides, with his talent, will making money ever be hard?"

Wang Xiao said cheerfully upon hearing this.

"Director Wang is right, heh, I was overthinking it."

Zheng Heping laughed too, then opened the last contract.

[Jiangcheng Martial Artist Building Employment Contract]

Ten big characters greeted his eyes first.

"This is for me?"

Zheng Heping looked at Wang Xiao in shock once more.

To enter the Martial Artist Building, you needed some pull.

Inside, who wasn't there through connections?

For ordinary people, getting in required passing layers of assessments and screenings, with only a slim chance of being hired.

In plain terms, it was a hundred times harder than the civil service exams Lin Mo had known back on Earth before his transmigration.

Yet now, a contract that anyone would dream of was laid out before him.

"That's right, Lin Mo prepared this for you."

"This..."

For a moment, Zheng Heping's throat tightened, and he didn't know what to say.

"Also, Lin Mo asked me to pass along a message. He said that one day, he will make you truly stand up again."

Wang Xiao's added words made Zheng Heping unable to hold back any longer, tears streaming down his face.

Ink Jade Paste, though extremely precious, could only heal his bone injuries. The severed meridians and the long-term blockages caused by those breaks could not be cured by this alone.

But legend spoke of a Rare Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure that could heal them.

However, obtaining that item was extremely perilous and difficult.

For an ordinary martial artist like Zheng Heping, even if he had never been injured, he could never acquire it in a lifetime.

Yet Lin Mo was thinking of making him whole again, of letting him stand back up.

How could Zheng Heping not be moved!