Blood Qi Value Surges!

Lin Mo never expected that the hard-earned materials Zheng Heping had accumulated could also trigger a return.

"Could it be that any effort contributing to my own strength growth can trigger a return?"

Thinking this, Lin Mo suddenly felt his blood surge throughout his body.

Several warm currents flowed and erupted within him.

"Xiao Mo, are you alright?"

Zheng Heping, watching Lin Mo's skin flush red then pale, asked with concern.

"I... I'm fine. It's just that my Blood Qi started changing after drinking the potion."

Lin Mo shook his head, then closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Zheng Heping shut his mouth and dared not disturb him, though his face was full of confusion.

Even though what he'd bought was a Supreme Vitality Potion, at most it could only increase Blood Qi by 1 card.

Was a 1-card Blood Qi increase really this dramatic?

Speaking of this Vitality Potion, Zheng Heping had sighed when buying it.

One bottle of Supreme Vitality Potion only boosted Blood Qi by this much.

Although these potions could be used repeatedly, the more you used them, the weaker the effect became later on.

Moreover, overconsumption could leave hidden risks to one's foundation.

Unless it was those Great Martial Artist families—they had plenty of rare treasures in hand, so they weren't afraid of such risks.

That was also why children from those big families had a higher chance of crossing into Martial Artist by age eighteen.

After all, as long as you had money, you could drink these potions freely. Even if a bottle's effect dropped to just 0.001 later, a mosquito's leg was still meat.

But for ordinary commoners, that was an astronomical figure.

Poverty for scholars, wealth for warriors—not a word wrong!

At this moment, Lin Mo was undergoing the baptism of his surging Blood Qi.

How could Zheng Heping have imagined that this single bottle of Supreme Vitality Potion had directly boosted Lin Mo's Blood Qi by a full 100 cards?

[Ding, host's current Blood Qi value: 219.28 cards]

Looking at the system prompt, Lin Mo was overjoyed.

In the blink of an eye, his Blood Qi had broken through 200.

Most importantly, reaching 100 meant crossing into Martial Artist.

But Martial Artist was merely a threshold. Only by stepping into First-grade Martial Artist could one be considered a true Martial Artist.

Only by reaching First-grade Martial Artist could one go to the Martial Artist Building to handle the Martial Artist Certification and be recognized by the Martial Alliance.

As for First-grade Martial Artist, the Blood Qi threshold was 150 cards, and the Combat Power had to reach 300.

For First- to Third-grade Martial Artists, the Combat Power rating usually required reaching at least twice the Blood Qi value to pass.

For Fourth- to Sixth-grade Martial Artists, the Combat Power rating usually required reaching at least three times the Blood Qi value to pass.

As for Seventh- to Ninth-grade, the Combat Power rating usually required reaching at least five times the Blood Qi value to pass.

At this moment, Lin Mo's Blood Qi far exceeded the threshold for First-grade Martial Artist.

"If I add the force from Hegemon Fist, my Combat Power will definitely surpass the standard for First-grade Martial Artist."

Thinking this, Lin Mo couldn't help but get excited.

He could go to the Martial Artist Building to handle his Martial Artist Certification.

Once certified, he would receive a substantial Martial Artist subsidy.

As long as one reached First-grade Martial Artist and got certified, they could receive subsidies from the Huaxia Martial Alliance.

The monthly subsidy for a First-grade Martial Artist was a full 10,000 yuan.

For an ordinary family, 10,000 was no small income—enough to live on, with some left over.

That wasn't even the main point. With his current Blood Qi, Lin Mo felt that if he used the Profound-grade Hegemon Fist again, he could at least throw six punches.

One extra punch meant one more trick up his sleeve.

Seeing that Lin Mo seemed to have recovered, Zheng Heping's tense expression relaxed.

"Thank you, Uncle Zheng!"

Lin Mo expressed his gratitude again.

He knew Zheng Heping's situation well. Pulling out 500,000 all at once to buy this bottle of Supreme Vitality Potion was no easy feat.

For this, Lin Mo was deeply grateful in his heart.

"How much did your Blood Qi increase?"

Zheng Heping asked with concern.

Lin Mo smiled and raised one finger.

"1 card? Great, there's still three months—if you push a bit more, you should be able to get into a martial arts university."

Seeing Lin Mo raise one finger, Zheng Heping broke into a happy smile.

Even a Supreme Vitality Potion could at most add 1 card; many who took it only gained 0.5 cards.

Fortunately, Lin Mo had gotten the maximum effect, and Zheng Heping felt deeply relieved.

He would never have guessed that Lin Mo's "1" meant 100 cards.

Of course, Lin Mo wasn't about to explain, not even to his closest Uncle Zheng.

"Mm, I'll work hard."

Lin Mo replied with a smile.

"It's getting late, you should head to school. I'll be going now."

"Alright, Uncle Zheng."

Lin Mo saw Zheng Heping to the door, watching him limp away into the distance, a strange glint flickering in his eyes.

"Uncle Zheng, I'll heal you."

He had heard that there was a miraculous medicine in this world that could rebuild meridians, even regenerate severed limbs.

If he ever got the chance, he would definitely obtain it and help Uncle Zheng recover fully.

Back inside, he washed up, changed into his Jiangcheng No. 2 High School uniform, and ran off toward school.

Jiangcheng No. 2 High School, Class 5 of Senior Year.

"Brother Wang is amazing! In just three days, his Blood Qi Value went up another 1 card."

"Of course, how else would our Brother Wang be class monitor? Looks like today he's got a shot at the Martial Arts Training Class."

"No doubt about it—Brother Wang's Blood Qi Value is already 88, and 85 is the cutoff for the training class."

Inside the classroom, a crowd surrounded a well-dressed young man, showering him with flattery.

That young man was none other than Wang Shouquan, the monitor of Class 5.

He was also one of only two people in the class with a Blood Qi Value above 85.

Right now, he was basking smugly in his classmates' praise.

"I only got this far because my family gave me a few extra bottles of Supreme Vitality Potion."

His words were "humble," but he emphasized the phrases "a few bottles" and "Supreme Vitality Potion" heavily.

Clearly, he was showing off his family's wealth.

Everyone with common sense knew how expensive Supreme Vitality Potion was.

A few bottles at once—how could an ordinary family afford that?

"Brother Wang, don't be modest. Without enough talent, even drinking a few bottles of Supreme Vitality Potion wouldn't get you to this Blood Qi Value."

Hearing this, Wang Shouquan looked pleased and gave his loyal follower an appreciative glance.

Suddenly, a striking figure appeared at the classroom door, making Wang Shouquan's eyes light up. "Heh, even with great talent, you still have to train hard.

And if we're talking about outstanding talent in our class, that's Lin Ya'er."

As if she had heard him, Lin Ya'er paused, swept a glance at Wang Shouquan, then walked indifferently to her seat and sat down.

"Brother Wang is right. Lin Ya'er's talent is known throughout the school—she'll definitely get into the Martial Arts Training Class this time. I'd say, in our Jiangcheng No. 2 High School, only Brother Wang is worthy of Lin Ya'er."

The flunky who had spoken earlier naturally noticed Lin Ya'er's entrance and Wang Shouquan's expression, so he immediately chimed in.

Hearing this, Lin Ya'er's brow furrowed slightly, a look of disgust crossing her face.

But Wang Shouquan was thoroughly pleased. He shot an appreciative glance at his follower and then walked toward Lin Ya'er.

"Ya'er, the class split is today, I—"

"Move! A good dog doesn't block the way!"

Just as Wang Shouquan leaned in toward Lin Ya'er, a figure shoved him aside.