Chinese Superman

Chapter 168 Minors are not allowed to enter

"real?!"

Qiao Chunxia's voice unconsciously rose a little, her eyes sparkling with unbelievable surprise.

In that instant, the mask of coldness and numbness that she wore, worn by the weight of life's burdens, seemed to crack open, revealing the youthful vivacity that a seventeen-year-old girl should possess.

She was originally a cheerful, smiling, and even a bit mischievous girl.

However, the changes in her parents' lives and the hardships of life taught her to hide her true self at a young age and face everything with strength and silence.

"Grandpa! You're really inside my ring? You—you're one of those incredibly powerful seniors who, due to injury or some other reason, fell into a deep sleep inside the ring and have now awakened?"

Qiao Chunxia spoke faster, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement, as she began to imagine classic scenes from various adventure novels.

"Can you teach me unparalleled martial arts, instantly making me a martial arts grandmaster? Can you open my Ren and Du meridians in one go, causing my cultivation to skyrocket, preferably to the Innate Realm, no, the Golden Core Realm would be even better? Or—do you have many treasures, many spirit stones? Could you lend me some first? I promise to pay you back later! Double the amount!"

When money was mentioned, her eyes lit up even more, as if she could see hope that her mother's medical expenses would be covered and that she would no longer have to desperately sell her blood.

Xia Xinghan listened to her string of words that seemed to pour out like beans from a bamboo tube, especially the last sentence, "borrow some money," and was stunned for a moment before shaking his head with a chuckle.

She didn't want to suffer any more, and after finding the old man with the ring, she wanted to reach level 999 in one hit.

"Ahem!"

The boy, far away on the Great Wall, cleared his throat and responded with his mind, trying to make his "voice" deviate from Qing Shou's voice, sounding like a reliable "old man".

"Little girl, you're overthinking it. First of all, I—this old man—the real me—"

Xia Xinghan stroked his chin, choosing a title he preferred, and continued, "I have indeed created several high-level martial arts, but your martial arts foundation is shallow, so even if I teach you directly, you may not be able to learn them."

It's like having only elementary school math knowledge and then being shown a calculus problem; even if the answer is given, you won't understand it.

Unless you are Gauss.

The same applies to martial arts talent.

Unlike cultivation levels, martial arts realms do not have absolute barriers. They require the accumulation of spiritual energy to lead to a qualitative change from a quantitative one. Talent and comprehension are more evident in martial arts realms.

If you were Gauss of the martial arts world, even if you only mastered a few basic martial arts, once you came into contact with a national-level martial art and then had a "Dragon Field Enlightenment", you could be promoted from a martial arts apprentice to a martial arts grandmaster in one day!

But clearly, Qiao Chunxia is not Gauss.

It's actually quite easy to distinguish, because the [Martial God Hall] left behind by Xia Xinghan was, on the one hand, to prevent aristocratic martial arts schools from controlling the martial arts world and causing martial arts geniuses in the folk to be buried. All martial arts below Grade A in the [Martial God Hall] are free to read and learn.

Therefore, if you were Gauss of the martial arts world, able to learn more than five Class B martial arts on your own at the age of ten or so and become a high-level martial artist, such genius could not be hidden no matter what.

"Furthermore, this is merely a remnant of my original divine consciousness—I cannot bestow upon you any enlightenment to improve your cultivation. The path of cultivation is one step at a time; a solid foundation is paramount. Taking shortcuts will only lead to self-destruction. Finally, there are no spirit stones or treasures, but the fact that you found them indicates you're quite lucky; you could consider buying a lottery ticket."

"ah?"

"Lottery—forget it, I've never believed in that."

The light in Qiao Chunxia's eyes quickly dimmed, her face fell, and she muttered, "Then—what can you do?"

Surely you can't just chat with me all you want to do?

"But it's nice to have someone to chat with." Her voice trailed off.

The girl wearing the mask has few friends.

"What can I do? Heh, good question."

"I am omniscient about all things in the world. I have a broad view of the changes in the universe, I can see through the subtle principles, I understand the essentials of the past and present, and I can distinguish right from wrong. I am omnipotent. I can move mountains and fill seas, change the world, summon wind and rain, and control the universe."

Listening to Xia Xinghan's eloquent boasting, Qiao Chunxia asked expectantly, "Then can you help me achieve the Golden Core stage in one fell swoop?"

"----cannot."

"Then you are omnipotent."

"?!"

Damn it, slapping the old man with the ring in the face?

"You're not angry anymore, are you? I'm sorry, Grandpa Ring!" Qiao Chunxia asked cautiously. She knew she had gone too far and sincerely bowed to the air to apologize.

"It's alright, I'm not that petty, hmm."

"In short, just consider me your extraordinary wisdom, plus an encyclopedia, plus the free [Temple of the God of War], and oh yes, the Heavenly Path."

"So, you're actually quite useful after all." Qiao Chunxia's eyes lit up again.

nonsense!

Your ring belongs to the Martial Ancestor, the true number one in the world, a real legend written in history books, and most importantly—he's still alive and at full strength!!

Xia Xinghan shook his head, thinking to himself, "Qiao Chunxia, ​​you have no idea how powerful a patron you've encountered. There's probably no one on Earth with a more powerful patron than me."

With a change of heart, he continued to communicate with his mind: "Qiao Chunxia, ​​what martial arts have you mastered now? Tell me one by one."

"Basic fist techniques, basic sword techniques, basic body techniques, basic palm techniques—Tai Chi, Bagua Youlong Step, Liangyi Sword, Xingyi Quan," Qiao Chunxia explained in detail, then proudly put her hands on her hips. "In my martial arts exam for the transition from elementary to middle school, I received an A+ in basic martial arts, ranking among the top 100 in the city."

After ten years of development, the education on cultivation for all citizens has been basically perfected.

In addition to the regular academic classes, primary school students will also learn basic martial arts and basic spirit forging techniques.

The entrance exams for junior high school include important components such as meditation, qi perception, and martial arts demonstration.

If one can break through to the Qi Refining Realm in elementary school and formally enter the inner sanctum, they will basically be guaranteed admission to a good middle school.

Then, the three years of junior high school are the advanced stage, where students will be taught C-level martial arts and more comprehensive basic spirit forging techniques.

If you can advance to the Transcendent Realm before the high school entrance exam and master a few Class C martial arts techniques, getting into a top high school in the city shouldn't be a problem.

"Hmm—you've mastered the basic martial arts, but you only know five of the C-level martial arts. You're the worst student I've ever taught. Even a panda is smarter than you," Xia Xinghan commented bluntly.

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"And you say you're not petty!"

"Alright, it's getting late. Aren't you in a hurry to get to the dungeon entrance?" Xia Xinghan reminded him. "Let's go, let me see how you perform in actual combat."

"right!"

Qiao Chunxia slapped her forehead, realizing she had almost forgotten the important matter.

She checked her equipment and backpack again.

"Grandpa, let's go!"

With this unexpected encounter and companionship, Qiao Chunxia felt her steps become lighter, and the loneliness and heaviness in her heart were somewhat alleviated. She locked the door again, hurried downstairs, and disappeared into the night.

The nights in Ancheng are not dark; various lights and neon signs adorn the city like a sea of ​​stars.

But Qiao Chunxia's destination was a relatively deserted, sparsely lit old industrial area on the outskirts of the city.

After many twists and turns, she entered a secluded and narrow alley.

The walls of the alley were covered with messy graffiti, the ground was uneven, full of puddles, and scattered with all kinds of garbage.

At the deepest part of the alley, on a mottled brick wall, a dark green vortex about two meters in diameter, quietly rotating, is clearly visible, emitting a stable and faint spatial fluctuation.

This is the portal to the Goblin Mine instance.

In front of the whirlpool, there was a dilapidated deck chair. A young man with dyed yellow mohawk hair and wearing a leather jacket was sitting there with a toothpick in his mouth, legs crossed, playing on his phone with a bored expression.

Behind him, the swirling light reflected on his face, flickering on and off.

These are the "guards" or "registrants" commonly seen at the entrance to the underground city.

Typically, this role is filled by a local gang or organization with connections, or even by an officially designated outsourced person. They are responsible for collecting a small "management fee" or "entrance fee" to maintain basic order at the entrance and prevent unnecessary trouble, such as minors entering unauthorizedly.

Qiao Chunxia carefully avoided the puddles and went deeper into the alley.

Finally, she took a deep breath, suppressing the instinctive tension that arose from stepping into the unknown, and tried her best to appear calm and natural as she walked towards the [teleportation portal].

Just as she was about to pass the blond guard, about five or six meters from the whirlpool, someone said, "Wait a minute."

A leg wearing ripped jeans suddenly stretched out and blocked her way.

Qiao Chunxia's heart tightened suddenly, and her heart jumped into her throat!

"Were they discovered? Did they realize I was a student? Or did they think I looked too weak and wouldn't let me in? Or are they trying to extort more money from me?"

Countless terrible thoughts flashed through her mind.

Xia Xinghan said calmly, "Don't be nervous. This [teleportation portal] is controlled by the Wild Wolf Gang, so they're not that strict about it."

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If it's an officially controlled "portal," the rules are even stricter. Minors and ordinary people are not allowed to enter. To enter the dungeon, you must have an "adventurer" license.

Unofficial "portals" don't have as many requirements; you just need to pay.

What? Money isn't enough?

That means we'll have to pay extra.

Fortunately, three years of hard work have taught Qiao Chunxia to wear a mask and hide her true emotions.

Therefore, despite the turmoil in her heart and the extreme tension, her face quickly regained its composure, even with a perfectly appropriate hint of doubt and vigilance. She stopped and looked at the blond-haired man lying on the chair, still lazily playing with his phone, with only one leg sticking out to block her way.

"What's up?"

Her voice sounded relatively calm, but the knuckles of her hand gripping the backpack strap were slightly white.

Huang Mao slowly raised his head, glanced at her sideways, his gaze sweeping over her pure and beautiful face, her simple clothes, and her old equipment. He curled his lips into a slightly roguish smile.

"Little sister, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

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