Chapter 116: High Martial Technique
Chapter 116: Chapter 116: High Martial Technique
"Wake up, wake up! Let’s go, time for class!"
Yuan Xiao shouted excitedly early in the morning, bounding out of bed and hurriedly throwing on his clothes. "Today is our first class at the academy! More importantly, they say we’ll receive guidance on High Martial Realm cultivation techniques! Even though I’m still a bit away from True Martial Realm Perfection, just thinking about it gets me hyped!"
Wang Pan had also gotten up and was neatly making his bed. But then, as if realizing something, he paused. A flash of disappointment crossed his face, and he slowly sat back down on the edge of his bed with a sigh.
"Sigh... Your High Martial Realm specialized classes start at seven, right? Those of us still in the basic martial artist class don’t start until eight. There’s no rush."
Beside him, Hu Jiasen also pulled a bitter face and scratched his head.
"Don’t mention it, Pan. I haven’t even broken through to the True Martial Realm either, and you guys are already about to touch High Martial Realm cultivation techniques... This gap makes it feel like we’ve suddenly been left a million miles behind."
Fang Chen had already finished washing up. Standing by the door looking refreshed, he saw their disheartened expressions and said,
"The True Martial Realm is the crucial threshold from nothing to something. Breaking through indeed requires an opportunity and accumulation.
"But once you cross it, with the resources and systematic training provided by the academy, reaching True Martial Realm Perfection within a year is not difficult.
"After that comes the push for the High Martial Realm. It might sound like a huge gap, but in reality, as long as you find the right method and go all out, it’s entirely possible to catch up or even surpass others in just over a year."
Hu Jiasen sighed.
"Boss, I understand the logic, but I’m just afraid that the more anxious I get, the messier things will become, and I won’t be able to break through at all...
"The key is that once you turn eighteen, the chance for Spirit Awakening is gone. I was thinking that if I could break through before eighteen, maybe I could awaken some kind of superpower..."
His voice grew lower and lower, tinged with unwillingness and anxiety.
Fang Chen patted him on the shoulder. This was something he genuinely couldn’t comfort him about or guarantee. Talent and serendipity were sometimes just impossible to force.
"Let’s go, Yuan Xiao."
Fang Chen called out, leaving the dorm room with the still-excited Yuan Xiao.
The teaching system at Cyan Yang Martial Arts Academy was vastly different from the universities on Earth in Fang Chen’s past life. There was no strict division into "freshmen" or "sophomores." Instead, different levels of core classes were offered based on the students’ cultivation realms.
The "basic martial artists," who made up the majority, would receive more systematic foundational martial arts and theoretical instruction in an area similar to an affiliated preparatory academy, aimed at helping them break through as quickly as possible.
Once they stepped into the True Martial Realm, they qualified to enter the Skill Transmission Hall in the main academy area to take specialized courses corresponding to their realm. This meant that students attending classes in the same Skill Transmission Hall could be newly enrolled students or seniors who had cultivated bitterly at the school for two or three years but were stuck at True Martial Realm Perfection for various reasons.
Realm was the most fundamental dividing line here.
Since High Martial Realm cultivation techniques were being taught today, all True Martial Realm students would go to the High Martial Realm Skill Transmission Hall to attend the class.
After eating a simple breakfast, Fang Chen and Yuan Xiao headed toward the High Martial Realm Skill Transmission Hall.
The Skill Transmission Hall wasn’t an ordinary classroom like Fang Chen had imagined. It felt more like attending a concert.
At the front was a massive platform, roughly fifty meters long and twenty meters wide, with reinforcing array patterns faintly visible on it. This was clearly both a lecture podium and a martial arts stage for sparring and demonstrations when necessary.
Below the stone platform were hundreds of individual desks and chairs, equally large and sturdy, with grooves on the desks for placing books or weapons. There was no assigned seating; it was first-come, first-served.
At this moment, quite a few people had already arrived in the Skill Transmission Hall. Many students hurried in, their goal clear as they seized seats in the first two rows closest to the stone platform. They could hear and see much better from there, and if there were demonstrations, they would be able to feel them more clearly.
Fang Chen and Yuan Xiao walked into the hall, choosing two seats in the third row, slightly left of the center.
After about ten minutes, no more students trickled in. Fang Chen swept his gaze across the room and roughly estimated that the current number of True Martial Realm students at Cyan Yang Martial Arts Academy was around three hundred, all of whom were gathered here.
Naturally, more students would break through to this realm later, but according to the freshman handbook, even if they advanced midway through the year, they would have to wait until this time the following year to uniformly receive the High Martial Technique instruction along with the new students.
This rule seemed harsh, but it actually made sense. After reaching the True Martial Realm, for the vast majority of people, going from initial entry to Perfection in a single year was already extremely fast, even with the aid of elixirs and Spirit Crystals. Cultivating one’s willpower and receiving a High Martial Technique directly with a cultivation base at True Martial Realm Perfection meant one could break through right after the technique transmission, which was far more efficient.
The hands of the clock hanging in the hall pointed exactly to seven o’clock. Almost simultaneously, the doors to the Skill Transmission Hall were pushed open, and five figures filed in. Four men and one woman.
The person leading them was a man of about fifty with a stern, old-fashioned face.
Following closely behind was a man in his thirties wearing a casually modified black training suit. His long hair was loosely tied behind his head with a few stray strands falling over his forehead, and a faint, lazy smile seemed to forever linger at the corners of his mouth.
The third was a woman whose exact age was hard to guess. She had a beautiful but cold face. Her hair was pulled back into an immaculate bun, and she wore a moon-white mandarin-collared long shirt. Her posture was as straight as green bamboo.
The fourth was a bald giant of a man, nearly two meters tall. His bulging muscles stretched his sleeveless leather combat outfit tight.
The final person was a lean, well-proportioned man who looked to be in his forties.
The five of them walked straight up to the massive stone platform in the center and lined up. The stern, old-fashioned middle-aged man stood perfectly in the middle, while the other four flanked him on either side.
Across the entire Skill Transmission Hall, over three hundred True Martial Realm students held their breath, all eyes focused on the stone platform. The academy’s first class had begun; the teachers meant to transmit the High Martial Dao were now in place.
The stern, old-fashioned middle-aged man took a step forward. His gaze swept over the three hundred-plus students below like a physical weight. His voice was not loud, but it echoed with absolute clarity into every corner of the Skill Transmission Hall.
"I am Qin Zhenyue. I am in charge of the overall affairs of the High Martial Realm Skill Transmission Hall and concurrently teach the *Martial Arts General Outline* and the *Foundation Refining Method*."
His words were concise and to the point, without a single syllable of nonsense.
The sharp-eyed man beside him with the tied hair and the smile lazily cupped his fists. "Liu Suifeng. I’ll be teaching you *Practical Disassembly* and *Weapon Application*. If you have any questions about fighting and staying alive, you can come to me."
The cold woman in the moon-white long shirt gave a slight nod, her voice as crisp and cool as her demeanor. "Bai Zhi. I am responsible for *True Essence Regulation* and the *Elemental Combat Skills Basic Guide*."
The bald giant snorted, his voice rumbling like muffled thunder. "Lei Hong! I teach *Physical Training* and *Power Burst*. If you want to get a bit tougher and take fewer beatings, come find me!"
The fifth man smiled. "Chen Pu. I teach *Fist and Foot Foundation* and *Body Technique and Footwork*. The Martial Dao begins under your feet and erupts from your fists and palms. If your foundation is not solid, everything else is an illusion."
Once the five had finished their introductions, Qin Zhenyue spoke again, his voice as steady as before. "You should have already gained some understanding of the academy’s rules over the past few days. Some of you seated here are newcomers, while others are seniors. Today, our time is tight and our tasks are heavy, so I won’t go into unnecessary detail. Let’s get straight to the point."
As his voice fell, Liu Suifeng and Bai Zhi stepped forward simultaneously, picking up a metal scroll tube about two meters long from the side. Each holding one end, the two slowly unrolled a silver-gray fabric from the tube, then hung it on the wall behind them.
The moment the fabric unfurled, rows of large black characters appeared, drawing everyone’s gaze.
Muffled gasps and whispers immediately erupted from the floor below as the students subconsciously craned their necks, trying hard to make out the writing. Someone even unconsciously read aloud:
"*Yin Yang Two Forms Creation Skill*..."
"*Dark Water·Profound Nether Scripture*..."
"*Extreme Yang Nine Yang Heaven-Burning Skill*..."
"*Five Elements Primordial Qi Skill*..."