24: Chapter 24 High-Grade Mystic Martial Skill: Wind and Thunder Palm

"Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill?"

Director Wang Dehou's complexion instantly turned livid.

He never expected that Principal Wang Yang, an old man who was usually so stingy, would be so generous this time!

A Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill was not something you could just buy like cabbage. Any copy on the market cost tens of millions, and even then, there was no supply. The strongest Martial Skill cultivated by many second-rate families in Jiangbei City was merely Profound Rank Medium Grade.

And Principal Wang Yang had actually given it away just like that?

The surrounding teachers and students were in an uproar.

"My god! A Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill! Principal Wang is really going all out!"

"This is a grade higher than the Profound Rank Medium Grade promised by No. 1 High School!"

"Lin Fan has hit the jackpot! A Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill is worth at least fifty million!"

"Fifty million? You're dreaming! At the last auction, a Profound Rank Medium Grade sold for fifty million; a High Grade one must be worth at least a hundred million!"

One hundred million!

As soon as this figure came out, everyone gasped.

Zhou Hao stood in the crowd, his eyes red with jealousy.

This was a Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill! The strongest Martial Skill of his Zhou Family was merely the Profound Rank Low Grade Violent Wind Fist that he was cultivating.

If Lin Fan hadn't appeared, he would have been the first place in this competition! This Wind-Thunder Palm should have been his!

He clenched his fists until they cracked, his eyes filled with unwillingness and jealousy as he looked at Lin Fan.

"Why..." he gritted his teeth, his voice so low that only he could hear it, "Why did this trash suddenly become strong? Why is he the one who gets the Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill?"

Although Zhao Feng appeared calm on the surface, a ripple flashed deep in his eyes.

A Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill—it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. Although Wind-Thunder Palm did not match his natural attributes, it could still be cultivated.

If he could obtain this Martial Skill, combined with his Earth Guardian talent, his combat power could at least double.

But he quickly suppressed this thought. Losing was losing; he, Zhao Feng, was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.

It was just... he really did feel some unwillingness in his heart.

Liu Yun didn't think that much; she just sighed, "Principal Wang is really generous. Why didn't I notice that before?"

Su Wanning didn't have many thoughts, but as she looked at Lin Fan's back, her eyes held a hint of complex emotion.

This poor boy, who was once looked down upon by everyone, had now become the most dazzling person in the entire school.

Director Wang Dehou took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart. He knew that he had lost a lot of face today.

As the Dean of the First Martial Arts High School in Jiangbei, being rejected by a No. 3 High School student in front of so many people—how could he live with this if word got out?

"Principal Wang, good tactics." Director Wang Dehou said coldly, his voice laced with mockery, "However, it's just a Martial Skill; whether it can be mastered is another matter. Some things, just because they are given, doesn't mean one can afford to enjoy them."

Principal Wang Yang smiled unhurriedly, "That won't require Director Wang's concern. I trust in student Lin Fan's talent."

Director Wang Dehou's expression became even uglier. He turned to look at Lin Fan, his gaze like a knife:

"Lin Fan, I hope you can get a good score in the college entrance examination and not regret today's choice."

After saying this, he snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves, leaving.

Xie Yunpeng followed behind him, glancing coldly at Lin Fan as he said:

"Lin Fan, see you at the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination in a month. I hope you don't let me down."

The tone was full of provocation.

Lin Fan met his gaze and said calmly, "I also hope you don't let me down!"

Hearing this, a cold sneer curled the corner of Xie Yunpeng's mouth, and he turned to follow Director Wang Dehou away.

Dean Zhang from No. 2 High School bore no hostility; instead, he walked up with a smile and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder:

"Student Lin Fan, well done! No. 2 High School welcomes you at any time."

After saying this, he also left with his people. Although he knew it was highly unlikely that Lin Fan would come to No. 2 High School, there was no need to offend a Genius. Who knew to what extent he could grow in the future?

Leaving a good impression was never a mistake.

Liu Qingqing walked at the end, looking back at Lin Fan once, a hint of curiosity flashing in her beautiful eyes. This young man wearing a washed-out school uniform had left a deep impression on her.

The representatives from No. 1 High School and No. 2 High School left one after another, and the atmosphere on the playground gradually relaxed.

Principal Wang Yang looked at Lin Fan, his eyes full of gratification. This child not only had good talent but even better Heart-Nature.

"Lin Fan, Cultivate well. Wind-Thunder Palm is something I obtained from a ruin when I was young; it contains Wind-Thunder attribute power and has formidable might. However, it is also difficult to Cultivate. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."

Lin Fan bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Principal."

He hadn't even seen a Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill in his previous life; he didn't expect Principal Wang to reward him with one.

Principal Wang Yang waved his hand: "What are you thanking me for? You brought honor to No. 3 High School; this is what you deserve."

After saying this, he turned and left, his steps much lighter than when he arrived.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but the discussions continued.

As Lin Fan was holding the Martial Skill and the Medicinal Pill, preparing to leave, his homeroom teacher, Teacher Li Jian, approached with a smile.

"Lin Fan, oh Lin Fan, you really gave me face today!"

Teacher Li Jian adjusted his glasses, his smile uncontrollable, "You didn't see the looks on those other homeroom teachers' faces just now—they were so envious!"

Lin Fan smiled, "It's all thanks to your teaching, Teacher."

Teacher Li Jian was stunned, then laughed loudly: "You kid, when did you learn to flatter?"

He patted Lin Fan on the shoulder and said seriously, "With your current strength, if you make a good sprint before the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination, there will be absolutely no problem getting into a top martial arts university."

Lin Fan nodded, "Teacher, I want to ask for leave."

Teacher Li Jian was stunned: "Ask for leave?"

"Yes." Lin Fan said seriously, "I want to focus on Cultivating before the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination and don't want to be disturbed by other things."

Teacher Li Jian was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Okay! I approve it!"

He paused and added, "However, if you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."

Hearing this, Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart and said, "Okay, thank you, Teacher."

"Alright, go back and Cultivate well! Don't let the Principal's expectations go to waste."

Teacher Li Jian waved his hand and left after saying this.

Watching Teacher Li Jian's retreating back, Lin Fan took a deep breath.

One month.

There was only one last month left until the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination.

He had to improve his strength as soon as possible. With these thirty blood qi pills and the nine hundred thousand left to him by Han Ming, he was confident that he could Breakthrough to Martial Artist, or even Martial Master, within this month.

Only in this way could he make a stunning appearance in the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination, obtain more resources, protect his sister, and be able to...

Take revenge on the Jiang Family!

Lin Fan clenched his fists, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He turned and walked towards the school's cultivation room.

"Hehe... Profound Rank High Grade Martial Skill Wind-Thunder Palm? It's mine now. Lin Fan, you better not let me down!"

In a corner of the playground, Han Ming was chewing on a stalk of foxtail grass, watching Lin Fan's back as he whispered with a smile.