26: What a monster!

Professor Gu Xinrou's warning immediately made the students present guess that Shen Bei had gone too far.

They all looked at Shen Bei with an incredulous gaze.

Discussions broke out again:

"My goodness! Is Shen Bei's brain fried?"

"Alas, it's sad, truly too sad."

"I have a neighbor; when he was young, he didn't listen to advice, thought he was amazing, and insisted on Cultivating early. As a result, he messed up. He got married eight times, and the worst time was when the bride wanted a divorce three minutes after the wedding night..."

"Bloody lessons, indeed."

"He skips class every day and doesn't even know the precautions for the Martial Arts. Now he's in big trouble."

"Although I really want to sympathize with Shen Bei, why do I feel like laughing?"

...

Everyone knew.

First getting into a martial arts university, then making a Breakthrough to become a Martial Artist, this was the inevitable process.

Of course.

Some students also Cultivated early.

But they either had good personal conditions or good family conditions.

What was Shen Bei's situation?

So poor that his neighbors complained.

His personal Aptitude was trash.

In the eyes of the students, Shen Bei truly didn't take his future happiness seriously.

At this moment, Teacher Professor Gu Xinrou waved her hand, stopping the students' chatter: "Alright, the Martial Arts Exam is in ten days. During this period, the school will not conduct any tests to avoid putting pressure on everyone and affecting the discovery of your attribute values."

"For the next ten days, Martial Arts students do not need to attend classes and can go to the gymnasium all day to exercise."

After speaking, Professor Gu Xinrou glared fiercely at the disappointing Shen Bei, then turned and left.

...

"You, you!"

Jian Tong pouted her lips, criticizing Shen Bei with a look of disappointment: "I'm really fed up with you."

Shen Bei chuckled: "You don't have confidence in me?"

"I used to," Jian Tong's two delicate willow-like eyebrows trembled slightly, "but now... don't you know your own situation?"

"Let me just say this," Shen Bei revealed his white teeth, a defiant look appearing on his face, "your bride price, I must provide it."

Jian Tong didn't expect to hear such words. She lowered her head and let out a soft laugh, her eyes suddenly reddening, but she still stubbornly shook her head, sniffling back her tears, and said softly: "Still so arrogant! It's more like you'll be giving me a wedding gift."

"No more talking."

Shen Bei stood up, full of confidence, his tone sincere: "Ten days on the east of the river, ten days on the west of the river. Just watch!"

"I'm going to the gymnasium first."

With that, Shen Bei turned and walked out of the classroom.

Jian Tong's beautiful eyes, like flowing tassels, gazed at Shen Bei's departing back, a beautiful smile slowly blooming on her pure and flawless face.

Alas.

Jian Tong tilted her head, pouting her lips, a hint of faint disappointment lingering.

In her eyes, Shen Bei was beyond saving; his back grew more distant, like two different worlds.

...

Shen Bei arrived at the gymnasium.

Because the Martial Arts Exam was approaching, there were even more students here.

It gave the impression of sharpening one's spear at the last minute, even if it doesn't get sharp, it'll at least shine.

At the same time, Martial Arts teachers frequently appeared, providing various guidance on students' exercise postures.

The Martial Arts Exam was a nationwide event.

Approximately two hundred students from First High School were eligible to participate in the Martial Arts Exam.

Based on previous years' acceptance rates, the probability of getting in was about one in ten.

This one in ten didn't refer to Changtu County No.1 High School's acceptance rate.

But the entire Lingnan City!

Lingnan City had a total of five subordinate counties.

Changtu County was in a middle, neither-up-nor-down position.

If students from other counties were particularly outstanding, they would inevitably take up quotas from other counties.

It was said that in the worst year, the competition was extremely fierce, reaching a point of bloodshed.

The Prodigy students from Kaiyuan County collectively erupted.

Constantly raising the admission standards.

Squeezing Changtu County's quota down to only 3 people...

Some counties even had no Martial Arts students who passed.

From this, it could be seen that most students were just accompanying the run.

60 attribute points was the threshold, but not the standard.

The admission standard increased each year based on this, whether more or less, depended on luck.

And most of those accompanying students returned to society, finding a job and settling down.

Those who were unwilling would seek out unconventional paths.

Similar to You Wuchang.

It could even be said that the Headhunter Tribe organization was born this way.

Of course, some people with exceptionally high attribute points simply didn't take the Martial Arts.

They went straight for the unconventional path, playing with recklessness and wildness.

It was said that the Eight Great Killers, the top members of the Headhunter Tribe, were all like this.

At this moment, Shen Bei did not linger on the first floor of the gymnasium and went directly to the second floor.

"Oh? Buddy with less than 60 points, you're still coming?"

Liao Zhongyang seemed to have just arrived and was about to begin Stance Training when he saw Shen Bei and greeted him with a chuckle.

Shen Bei took off his clothes and said: "Stance Training!"

Liao Zhongyang was startled, suspecting he was hallucinating. He scratched his ear: "You're doing Stance Training? Do you have money at home?"

"I have an old, dilapidated small house that hasn't been demolished yet."

"What a lunatic!"

Liao Zhongyang snorted: "No money at home, yet you dare to do Stance Training. Do you know the consequences?"

"Blah, blah, blah, are you doing it or not?"

"Heh, good, good, good." Liao Zhongyang said one last thing: "Don't blame me for speaking harshly, but when you get married in the future, you'll have a lot of friends."

Shen Bei rolled his eyes.

Without another word.

Shen Bei followed Liao Zhongyang and began Stance Training.

Because both of them were taking the close-combat route.

Whether it was refining Qi and blood or refining bones, the methods were the same.

Liao Zhongyang pointed out some small details to Shen Bei.

Qi Chuanyu, who was watching the show, smiled sinisterly: "Liao Zhongyang, I didn't realize that you, a big, burly man, also have a belly full of bad intentions."

Liao Zhongyang glanced at him, somewhat annoyed, and said: "Who are you slandering? Did I guide Shen Bei, or did I trick him?"

"What do you think?"

Qi Chuanyu spread his arms, posing a simple, fatal question.

Liao Zhongyang 'uh-ed'.

Apparently... what Qi Chuanyu said was not wrong.

Shen Bei was not in the mood to talk to them much.

He focused on Cultivating his Aptitude.

...

Two hours later.

Liao Zhongyang couldn't hold on anymore.

But Shen Bei's Stance Training was still very stable.

He even looked quite relaxed.

Yet his posture gave people a sense of being as unmoving as a mountain, an unchanging solidity through the ages.

At this moment, Liao Zhongyang and Qi Chuanyu were struck by lightning, staring intently at Shen Bei's face as if they had seen a ghost.

Their hearts were filled with unparalleled shock, fear, and disbelief.

One must know that in the entire First High School, the two of them were already considered among the most outstanding Martial Arts students.

Whether it was their personal attributes or family strength, both were top-notch, incomparable.

Even so, two hours of Stance Training was already their limit.

If they forced themselves to Cultivate for more than two hours, at best they would faint, at worst their internal organs would be damaged, or they might even cough up blood!

It wasn't unheard of for people to die!

And this was after a month of adapting to Stance Training!

But Shen Bei.

This guy, whose attribute points were less than 60, and who was still asking about Cultivation techniques yesterday.

His Stance Training today was even more stable than theirs!

This made Liao Zhongyang and Qi Chuanyu's eyes feel like they were about to split open.

Is this even human?

Is this a student with less than 60 attribute points?

Damn it, is he pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

Unbearably sour!

"Impossible! How is this possible!" Liao Zhongyang gasped: "Exceeding two hours will definitely cause injury! Why is he perfectly fine?"

Qi Chuanyu's scalp tingled, and he said: "I thought we were already the top students in First High School, but I didn't expect such a courageous person to exist. Whose student is this, after all?"

"Class Three... the teacher should be named Professor Gu Xinrou."

"First High School's most beautiful teacher?"

"Yes."

...

Three hours later, Shen Bei yawned and woke up from his Cultivation.

He felt as comfortable as if he had just taken a nap.

He turned to look at Liao Zhongyang and Qi Chuanyu, and said with a chuckle: "Time really flies when Cultivating together. I have to go to work now, so I won't be joining you anymore."

Both of them twitched their mouths in unison upon hearing this.

What?

Work?

Does that mean that if work hadn't taken up his time, he could have continued Stance Training?

My heavens!