Compared to the instructor from the Hungry Tiger Martial Arts Club, Xie Feichen seed more like his true master, guiding Jiang Shu through each motion, point by point. In the empty classroom, Jiang Shu fine-tuned his movents. On the status board, his proficiency levels leaped wildly; in less than an afternoon, the numbers progressed massively toward **small success**.
With expert guidance and resource support, Jiang Shu grew more spirited the more he trained. After gulping down a al of Red Armored Tiger at, he continued to grind away into the night!
For three consecutive days, he remained at Jiangnan Academy.
"The process is complete. Every month on the first, ten thousand yuan will be deposited into your bank account."
On the morning of the fourth day, Xie Feichen walked in. Glancing at Jiang Shu, who was making rapid progress in the **Guiding Skill**, he nodded unconsciously and tossed over an ID card and a newly issued bank card.
After spending three days together, he had gradually co to understand Jiang Shu. This student wasn’t the type to beco arrogant over a little talent. Instead, he possessed a persistence rare among his peers and practiced martial arts for over ten hours daily.
The most terrifying isn’t the talented martial artist. It’s the talented one who works harder than you do.
Thinking of the martial arts freshn who would be enrolling in two months, Xie Feichen couldn’t help but shake his head.
"Thank you, Teacher Xie."
Tucking the two cards into his pocket without a detailed look, Jiang Shu continued practicing the Thirty-Six Forms.
"You’re a Martial Artist now; rember this saying: Martial matters, exceptional handling."
"As Martial Artists, all we need to do is improve ourselves at the quickest speed. The governnt will take care of all mundane affairs," Xie Feichen said matter-of-factly. Then, as if it were the most natural thing to do, he began practicing the Innate **Guiding Skill** alongside Jiang Shu, only his was different. He was practicing the Seventy-Two Forms.
...
By the ti Jiang Shu finished a set and left Jiangnan Academy, a black Magotan was already waiting for him.
"Mr. Jiang, heading back to Ji City?"
"Yes. Are you familiar with Fengchun Grand Hotel? Head there."
Settling into the soft car seat, Jiang Shu closed his eyes slightly. In these three days, he had not rested. Apart from completing the registration process as an enlightened Martial Artist with his ntor, Xie Feichen, he had spent the rest of his ti constantly practicing the Thirty-Six Forms of the Innate **Guiding Skill**.
And ntor Xie Feichen was also diligently practicing the Seventy-Two Forms.
He practically never left the classroom! What was it that made a **Dark Force** expert practice day and night without end?
Sunlight on his closed eyelids made Jiang Shu recall what his ntor, Xie Feichen, had suddenly told him upon his departure: "The path of martial arts, without reaching the transformative energy level, is but emptiness."
「At this mont, Ji City.」
Students were gathering in increasing numbers at Fengchun Grand Hotel. So arrived by taxi, others by bus, and so hurried over on their little electric scooters.
The college entrance exams had ended. This was the first ti classmates had t since then, and they chatted about the universities they had applied to and their plans for the sumr vacation.
"You got into an undergraduate program, he got into a junior college, and I roasted sweet potatoes. We all have bright futures!"
"We’re lucky the farewell banquet is on the 20th. If it were any later, I’d already be off on vacation."
"It’s good to be a guy; you can go on trips out of the province. When I told my mom I wanted to travel, she said I should just walk around the neighboring complex and consider that a vacation."
"Got it. So, in the future, if you get married, just moving to the opposite complex would be like marrying far away."
"Is it possible that moving to the building just across the street could count as marrying far off?"
"???"
Amidst the friendly atmosphere filled with jokes and laughter, a BMW drove up, honking and flashing its lights in a way that drew everyone’s attention. The car door opened, and out stepped Wang Han, dressed in a sharp suit!
"HOLY SHIT, a brand new BMW!"
"Brother Han, did your family just buy this?"
"TSK! Of course. But the na on the car registration is mine! Ah, don’t get started. You guys are all relaxed after finishing your exams. Right after mine, I went to take the driving test. You tell , isn’t that tough, taking two major tests back-to-back?"
"It was alright for ; talent speaks for itself. I passed on the first try. My dad said I worked hard in high school, so I should enjoy myself after graduation. So here I am; he let pick any car I wanted."
"Wanna go for a spin when we head back?"
Flicking his car keys, Wang Han responded to his classmates’ inquiries, imnse pride swelling in his heart.
He had guessed it—none of his classmates would co in their own cars.
"We all agreed this was a farewell dinner, a class reunion. Why’d Wang Han have to drive here, acting like nobody else’s family has a car?" soone muttered.
Seeing Xu Shuhui frown, her deskmate imdiately spoke up.
Wang Han, of course, also heard these discordant remarks from the crowd.
In the past, he might have cared. But now? We’ve all graduated; it’s no longer about academic scores! It’s about who’s living the best life!
He curled his lips indifferently. When so people put you down, naturally, others will flatter you. His friends were gathered around him, their eyes filled with envy. What’s the point of being wealthy if you can’t return to your hotown to show it off? It’s like wearing brocade at night! Is there any man who can resist a luxury car? So what if Jiang Shu got a guaranteed spot at **Jiangnan Academy**? So what if he’s a Martial Artist? A monthly stipend of ten thousand yuan for Martial Artists... it would take him three years of not spending a single penny to afford this car!
"Is everyone here yet?" It seed soone couldn’t stand it any longer, and a voice asked from the crowd.
"Has Jiang Shu arrived yet?"
"Is Jiang Shu coming?"
"The class rep said he would. How would I know?"
"Whoa, Jiang Shu’s coming? Then let’s wait outside and see what car he arrives in. He’s a Martial Artist with a guaranteed spot at **Jiangnan Academy**; his parents must have bought him a nice car, right?"
Wang Han’s smile grew even wider upon hearing that Jiang Shu was coming.
As far as he knew, Jiang Shu’s dad was a Didi driver. Maybe for this trip to the hotel, his dad would just drop him off in a Didi ride. Usually, coming in a Didi car wouldn’t be a big deal. But now, with his own gleaming BMW on display, what if Jiang Shu arrived in a car worth less than one hundred thousand yuan? Heh, a guaranteed spot at **Jiangnan Academy**? Full circulation of qi and blood in his body? Let’s see how embarrassing that will be for him!
Wang Han swirled the car keys in his hand with increasing vigor, cursing inwardly. Every such fantasy made his body shiver uncontrollably. He really, really wanted to see the looks on his classmates’ faces when they saw Jiang Shu step out of a Didi car.
"Xu Shuhui, give Jiang Shu a call! Such a big shot. Teacher Yan is busy at school and can’t leave until noon. Does he have work too? Hurry up and rush him!"
No sooner had Wang Han’s words left his mouth than a modest-looking Magotan rolled in, stopping slowly in front of the crowd.
The license plate read: Ji D·00009.
"A governnt car! That’s a governnt license plate!" so students who knew about cars exclaid, their voices imdiately quieting.
Amidst the astonished looks, a driver wearing white gloves got out of the driver’s seat. He walked briskly to the back, bowed, and whispered, "Mr. Jiang, when you’re ready to leave, just give a call. I’ll be waiting right here for you."
The car door opened.
Jiang Shu stepped out.
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