Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

Deep within the important grounds of Chengwu University.

"Given Yang Xian's special circumstances, we will arrange our future teaching and training here."

A refined-looking middle-aged man walked in front, leading Yang Xian and Nan Shunian through a series of strict checkpoints.

His name is Du Gu, a seventh-realm Martial Emperor, and also the mentor assigned to the two of them by the school for the next three years.

"it is good."

Yang Xian nodded, but inwardly he was ranting and raving.

To keep a low profile, he even turned down Principal Huang's offer to take him on as a student, fearing that his identity as a "fake genius" would become a mystery and cause unnecessary trouble.

The results of it?

As a result, Principal Huang immediately arranged for a seventh-realm Martial Emperor to be his mentor!

Are all the Seven Realms Martial Emperors in this core area as common as cabbages?

Why does it seem like they're everywhere?

It's only been a month since Yang Xian returned from outside the city, right? And this is already the fourth Martial Emperor of the Seventh Realm he has met!

"Including the two of you, I now have a total of three students."

Du Gu adjusted his glasses and continued his introduction, "There's an upperclassman above you, you'll meet him soon. But before that, let's talk about the freshman competition..."

Nan Shunian, standing next to him, had a lollipop in her mouth, looking completely unconcerned.

"A freshman competition?"

Yang Xian repeated the sentence.

"That's right." Du Gu didn't stop walking:

"Chengwu University's courses are mainly concentrated in the first semester of the freshman year."

"During this period, in order to help freshmen adapt to the pace and intensity of university life as quickly as possible, the school discourages them from going out to do tasks."

"But to prevent them from becoming complacent, the school will hold a competition specifically for freshmen shortly after the start of the semester."

"The first place winner will not only receive a massive amount of academic credits and a considerable amount of cultivation resources, but will also receive an honorary certificate personally awarded by the school. The benefits for their future development are self-evident."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xian's first reaction was not excitement, but rather bewilderment:

"Should I participate too?"

"Isn't this... a bit too much of a bullying tactic?"

With his current cultivation level at the mid-stage of the third realm, coupled with three divine-level cultivation techniques, his true strength is enough to fight against martial artists of the fourth or even fifth realm.

Not to mention he also has two contracted beasts that are also at the fourth level.

Even if you tied all the current freshmen together, they probably wouldn't be enough for him to fight alone.

Yang Xian feared that once he stepped onto the ring, the opposing fighters would recognize him and rush to raise their hands in surrender.

That scene was utterly unwatchable.

"It was a bit bullying." Du Gu surprisingly nodded frankly, admitting it.

"However, according to the school's tradition, every freshman is required to participate; that's the rule."

"Yang Xian, you need to understand that this world is essentially a dog-eat-dog world. You are stronger than them, so you don't need to feel any wrong about taking the reward that belongs to the strongest."

"Moreover, letting them see real geniuses in advance and setting an unattainable benchmark for them can better inspire their fighting spirit and let them see clearly how big the gap is between themselves and top geniuses."

"In the long run, this is also a good thing for them."

Yang Xian was stunned.

Wow, this is the first time I've ever heard someone describe a "dimensional reduction attack" in such a fresh and elegant way.

But thinking about it carefully, it does seem to make sense.

"I understand," Yang Xian replied.

Du Gu nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the girl who was lost in thought.

"As for classmate Nan Shunian..."

"Huh? Speak louder, I didn't hear you." Nan Shunian finally took off one earphone, looking bewildered as if she had just returned from another world.

Du Gu raised his voice slightly: "I'm saying, with your abilities, Nan, it shouldn't be an exaggeration to say you'd get a top-three finish in this freshman competition, right?"

"What?!" Nan Shunian's dead fish eyes widened suddenly, and the lollipop in her mouth almost fell out:

"Top three? Excluding that freak Yang Xian, doesn't that mean I have to fight for second place?"

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

"I'm just a salted fish, you want me to go fight someone? That'll kill me!"

Seeing her intense reaction, Du Gu simply pushed up his glasses calmly:

"Then it's settled."

Yang Xian watched from the side, secretly laughing to himself.

It seems that this mentor, Du Gu, although he looks refined and gentle, is really good at treating patients like Nan Shunian who are suffering from terminal laziness.

After walking through a long corridor, the three finally arrived at a huge indoor training ground.

There was only one man with shoulder-length hair in the training field, practicing some basic moves by himself in the center of the field.

A punch, a kick—the movements weren't particularly fast, but every move was executed with utmost seriousness.

The other person looked to be only a few years older than Yang Xian.

"He's your senior." Du Gu stopped and gestured towards the training ground:

"You're about the same age, you should get along well."

"If you have the chance, please give him more guidance in his cultivation."

Yang Xian: ? ? ?

no?!

Who is guiding whom?

We mentor senior students?

Mentor, are you sure you didn't say anything wrong?

"Instructor Du," Yang Xian felt it necessary to confirm, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Shouldn't it be... that senior students are guiding our cultivation?"

"Huh? We're supposed to mentor him?" Nan Shunian took off her headphones, looking utterly bewildered. "Are you kidding me? Isn't he a senior? We're the freshmen!"

"You heard me right." Du Gu's reply was calm and certain. "I want you two geniuses to guide him more."

He looked at the figure in the training field who was still repeating the basic movements and continued.

"To tell you the truth, your senior is a martial artist with F-level talent."

"Even learning the most basic Xuan-level cultivation technique is quite difficult."

"He has been at Chengwu University for more than ten years, and it wasn't until the year before last that he barely broke through to the second realm."

Hearing these words, Yang Xian wondered if he was still half asleep.

F-rank talent?

It took more than ten years of cultivation to reach the second realm?

What kind of place is Chengwu University?

Those who get in are all exceptional individuals.

Let alone F-rank, even C-rank talent would be considered the bottom here!

How did someone with an F-level talent get into this place?

And they stayed there for more than ten years?

The most outrageous thing is that the school actually arranged for a seventh-realm Martial Emperor to personally teach him?

Is this reasonable?