76: Chapter 76 A Stroll in Dragon Gate Valley

Wang Pingan's voice was gentle, polite, and even carried a hint of inquiry.

But to the ears of Qin Wushuang and the other six Fourth Rank geniuses, it was more hurtful than the most vicious curse.

Humiliation.

This was the ultimate humiliation, delivered without a single swear word!

Qin Wushuang's handsome, almost eerie face turned blue and white in turns, eventually flushing a deep liver-red.

He clenched his fists tightly.

He could only watch helplessly as the figure who had subjected him to such extreme humiliation walked leisurely, hands in pockets, step by step into the mist-shrouded Dragon Gate Valley.

It was as if everything he had just done was nothing more than swatting away a fly that was blocking the path.

It wasn't until Wang Pingan's figure completely disappeared into the yuan magnetic spirit mist...

...that the terrifying, almost physical pressure permeating the area slowly dissipated.

Thud.

The expressions on the faces of those seven Fourth Rank geniuses were each uglier than the last.

The seven of them had joined forces to give a "country bumpkin" a show of strength.

In the end, they were suppressed on the spot by a single glance and a mere breath from the other party.

They had lost all face.

The surrounding Students, who had been watching the spectacle, now looked at them with incredibly strange expressions.

There was sympathy and pity, but more than anything, there was a sense of schadenfreude and mockery.

"A bunch of useless trash."

Instructor Shi Yan's cold voice broke the awkward silence.

He didn't even look at the seven despondent geniuses; he simply gave a cold snort and, with a flicker of his figure, disappeared from the giant rock.

Teacher Liu Qing also finally snapped out of her immense shock.

She looked toward Dragon Gate Valley, her beautiful eyes shimmering with constant wonder.

The blood-qi condensation level of a Fourth Rank Peak!

This monster had once again redefined her understanding of the word 'genius'!

An SS-rank contract?

Looking at it now, the contract offered by the school wasn't too high.

Rather... it was too low!

...

Inside Dragon Gate Valley.

The moment Wang Pingan stepped into this area, he immediately felt a powerful pressure squeezing him from all directions.

A Meta-magnetic Gravity Field.

It was at least three times the gravity of the outside world.

At the same time, wisps of pale white mist, like thin gauze, swirled around him.

This was the yuan magnetic spirit mist.

He took a deep breath, and a wisp of the spirit mist followed his nasal cavity and entered his body.

As soon as that wisp of spirit mist entered his body, it transformed into a strange energy that was cool yet slightly tingling. It began to flow autonomously through his broad and tough meridians, washing away the impurities in his blood-qi.

"Good stuff."

Wang Pingan praised inwardly.

Although with his current physical body, which had been strengthened to the extreme by the system, the effect of this level of cleansing was already negligible.

But for ordinary martial artists, this was definitely a massive benefit, akin to a total transformation.

He didn't desperately charge forward as soon as he entered like the others.

He simply walked forward unhurriedly along the stone path in the valley, as if he were taking a stroll.

He activated the Eye of Truth.

In his vision, the distribution of the entire valley's Meta-magnetic Gravity Field and the concentration of the yuan magnetic spirit mist were presented in his mind as an intuitive stream of data.

He could clearly "see" those Students running ahead of him, each gritting their teeth, circulating their blood-qi to resist the increasing gravity, and moving forward with great difficulty.

Every step they took consumed a large amount of physical strength.

At the same time, they were also desperately operating their cultivation techniques, trying to absorb the surrounding spirit mist.

But the results were not ideal.

Because the more they circulated their blood-qi, the stronger their body's rejection of the spirit mist became.

Under such divided attention, their efficiency naturally couldn't be very high.

"A bunch of idiots."

Wang Pingan shook his head.

Instructor Shi Yan had already made it very clear.

The final score for this assessment was a comprehensive evaluation of "arrival time" and "total absorption."

If you only know how to blindly charge forward, even if you are the first to reach the finish line, if the total amount of spirit mist absorbed is zero, your score won't be very high.

Wang Pingan didn't bother with those people.

He set off, moving forward with a unique and rhythmic cadence.

He didn't deliberately try to resist the gravity.

Instead, he used his body to adapt to it and utilize it.

With every step he took, he would channel the pressure coming from all directions into the ground beneath his feet through an extremely clever force-deflection technique.

At the same time, he would use the counter-force transmitted back from the ground to propel himself forward.

Phantom Flowing Light Steps.

In this unique gravity environment, he performed this intermediate movement technique with incredible flair.

His speed wasn't fast.

But every step was exceptionally relaxed and effortless.

He didn't even circulate his Blood-Qi Astral Energy, relying solely on his powerful physical body and his subtle control over force.

As he walked, he began to operate the Star Sea Contemplation Diagram.

His mental energy spread out like countless invisible fine nets.

He didn't try to crudely "pull" the yuan magnetic spirit mist like the others.

Instead, he used his mental energy to simulate a special vibration that was completely in sync with the spirit mist.

Then, he sent out a gentle "invitation" to those free-flowing spirit mists.

The next second.

A sudden change occurred.

The pale white yuan magnetic spirit mist around him seemed to have found a long-lost relative, surging toward his body like crazy!

He no longer needed to actively absorb them.

Instead, they scrambled to enter his body through the thirty-six thousand pores of his entire body!

If anyone were here right now, they would see an extremely bizarre sight.

A young man was strolling leisurely through the gravity field with his hands in his pockets.

Meanwhile, the yuan magnetic spirit mist around him formed a massive, visible white vortex.

It completely enveloped his entire person.

That absorption efficiency was more than a hundred times higher than those Students who were running ahead with all their might!

Wang Pingan walked and absorbed all the way.

Soon, he caught up with the Students running at the very back.

When those Students saw his leisurely appearance, as if he were wandering through a park, their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

"Holy shit! Isn't... isn't that Wang Pingan?"

"How is he... walking so easily?"

"Damn it, comparisons are odious! We're here working like dogs, and he's just out here like he's on a tour!"

Wang Pingan ignored their shock.

He simply maintained his rhythm, overtaking them step by step.

One.

Ten.

A hundred.

He overtook more and more people.

And everywhere he passed, the originally dense yuan magnetic spirit mist was absorbed clean by him, becoming incredibly thin.

At this point, the Students he had overtaken couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey! Leave some for us, damn it!"

"Exactly! If one person absorbs all the spirit mist, what's the point of us playing!"

"Too selfish! This guy!"

Faced with these resentful accusations, Wang Pingan didn't even bother to look back.

Within the rules, it's every man for himself.

If you can't absorb it, it's because you're weak.

Is that my fault?

He continued forward.

Soon, he reached the middle section of the valley.

The gravity here had already reached fifty times that of the outside world.

Even those Peak Third Grade geniuses were now struggling with every step, dripping with sweat.

Yet Wang Pingan remained as calm and unruffled as ever.

He even had the leisure to admire the scenery on both sides of the valley.

Finally.

He saw a familiar figure.

Lin Zhan.

He was sitting cross-legged on a giant rock, holding his long spear in his arms, with his eyes tightly shut.

A small spirit energy vortex had also formed around him; clearly, he had also mastered some efficient method of absorbing the spirit mist.

His aura was even more condensed than when he was on the shuttle.

Evidently, this short journey had benefited him immensely.

As if sensing Wang Pingan's arrival, Lin Zhan slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Wang Pingan's relaxed and comfortable appearance...

...in those eyes that were usually as calm as an ancient well, an emotion called "shock" finally surfaced for the first time.