Chinese Superman

Chapter 177 Unparalleled Hero

In fact, the exchange price for a Grade A martial art is not expensive; it only requires one magic core.

But you need to learn it on your own; whether you can master it is up to you.

The saying "Online courses can guide you in, but the rest is up to you" perfectly illustrates this point.

"Since it is my—the Martial Ancestor's—rules must be followed."

"Moreover, with your current martial arts foundation, it's too early for you to learn Grade A martial arts."

Unless you're a Gauss in the martial arts world, you need to accumulate experience step by step.

"Then which level B martial arts course should I choose?" Qiao Chunxia rolled around on the bed, her fingers swiping across the screen, her eyes dazzled by the choices on the course selection interface of the [Martial God Hall].

Nowadays, there are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, low-level martial arts styles, encompassing all eighteen martial arts techniques.

She really didn't know what to choose.

Students from well-off families usually consult with martial arts instructors at martial arts schools outside of class to customize a reasonable "leveling-up" path for them.

This is why Lu Jingshu was so certain that the Martial God Hall wouldn't take away the Lu family's livelihood.

In an era where everyone practices martial arts, martial arts schools play an indispensable role.

After a moment's thought, considering that Qiao Chunxia already had a foundation in the Yin-Yang Sword, Xia Xinghan suggested, "There is a Grade A martial art called the [Taiyi Dividing Light Sword]. It is a further sublimation of the Yin-Yang Sword and the Yin-Yang Dividing Light Sword, belonging to the best of Grade A martial arts. Its sword light splits, creating illusions and generating power, making it even more powerful. It's perfect for your current situation."

;

"You should first master the Yin-Yang Dividing Light Sword."

"However, there are only 100 days left until the college entrance examination. Time is of the essence. We need to find a way to achieve our goal in a dream—Qiao Chunxia?"

Xia Xinghan called out, but there was no response; only soft, even breathing could be heard.

She fell asleep.

The ups and downs, the life-or-death struggle, the intense mental stress, and the enormous physical exertion she experienced tonight left her utterly exhausted.

Now, completely relaxed in my warm and safe home, after taking a shower, I fell into a deep sleep in no time.

"Being young is great."

Xia Xinghan shook his head.

"Let her get a good night's sleep tonight, no more grueling training."

"Oh no! I'm going to be late!"

The next morning, the shrill sound of the alarm clock woke Qiao Chunxia from her deep sleep.

She sat up abruptly, glanced at the time, and immediately let out a gasp.

I slept so soundly last night that I almost overslept!

She jumped out of bed in a flurry, washed up as quickly as possible, changed into her clean school uniform, grabbed her schoolbag, put the ring back on her finger, and rushed out of the house with a slice of toast in her mouth.

I grabbed a shared bike downstairs and sped along, finally rushing into the gate of Ancheng No. 2 Middle School before the morning reading bell rang, and into the classroom of Senior Three (6).

"Huff—huff—" She leaned against the door frame, panting, which drew some glances from her classmates, but no one asked any questions.

It's common for martial arts students to be late or leave early; they're not as strictly managed as students in arts programs.

Morning reading is self-study. Qiao Chunxia calmed her breathing and took out her history textbook.

The academic requirements for martial arts students are indeed not high, and they account for a small percentage of the college entrance examination, but history is a required course, especially "The Revival of Spiritual Energy."

The unit "A Brief History of the Great Cataclysm and the High Martial Era" is a key point and is a must-know knowledge point for the college entrance examination.

As Qiao Chunxia turned to this page of the history book, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the familiar passages and pictures.

The textbook details the global catastrophe that swept the world ten years ago, how the Great Xia Dynasty struggled to survive amidst internal and external troubles, and how countless heroes shone throughout the event.

Among them, one name appears with an astonishing frequency—Martial Ancestor, Xia Xinghan.

From pioneering the martial arts system and establishing the Temple of Martial Gods, to turning the tide, shouldering the responsibility of guarding the nation's gates, isolating the world from the apocalypse, and ushering in a new era of high martial arts for humanity—two full pages are dedicated to depicting the legendary figure's great achievements.

Xia Xinghan looked at the textbook through Qiao Chunxia's perspective.

Unexpectedly, he is now a figure in history books.

"What do you think of Martial Ancestor?" Xia Xinghan suddenly asked.

"The Martial Ancestor? Of course, I idolize him immensely!"

Qiao Chunxia's eyes shone brightly, her mind racing: "He is the patriarch of all martial artists, the guardian deity of Great Xia, a true hero, the highest mountain and the longest river of martial arts!"

"Without him, there would be no High Martial Era as we know it today. We might still be struggling in the apocalypse! The textbooks say that the 'world outside the wall' is currently in the Dark Age, which is extremely dangerous, and civilizations may have already been completely wiped out."

The boy on the Great Wall felt a secret thrill as he listened to the girl describe "himself" with all sorts of beautiful words.

"Grandpa Ring, you're so amazing, a grandmaster of martial arts. Do you know the Martial Ancestor?" the girl asked curiously.

"Of course I know you, we're practically inseparable," Xia Xinghan said with a smile.

Are we not familiar with each other?

It's him.

"What? Really? You not only know the Martial Ancestor, but—you're actually quite close to him?!"

Qiao Chunxia almost gasped in surprise in class, then quickly covered her mouth, her eyes shining with astonishment, her voice low and filled with excitement and disbelief.

"Grandpa, you really are an incredibly amazing senior! You even know the Martial Ancestor! So—what's your relationship with the Martial Ancestor?"

"Hmm, let me think—" Xia Xinghan replied after careful consideration, "We practically grew up wearing the same pair of underwear."

"!?"

"Your best friend since childhood?" Qiao Chunxia's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

Xia Xinghan was amused by her reaction and mumbled, "Um—maybe."

"That's amazing! Could you tell us more about your story with the Martial Ancestor?" Qiao Chunxia asked excitedly.

"Well, it's a long story. He and I grew up in the [Base]. Back then, I was born with superhuman strength and extraordinary talent. I became a Warrior at the age of five or six, thinking I was invincible. But then I encountered the one-year-old Martial Ancestor—"

Xia Xinghan, adopting Xiang Xiaohu's perspective, briefly recounted his own story.

Anyway, he's made of steel, and as the master of the Great Wall, his skin is already thicker than the wall itself.

From Xiang Xiaohu's perspective, he "praises" himself in various ways, which makes Qiao Chunxia exclaim in surprise.

If this weren't a self-study period, the teacher would have made her stand as punishment long ago.

After discussing the Martial Ancestor, Qiao Chunxia's thoughts drifted to another passage in the textbook.

Her tone became exceptionally serious, filled with gratitude: "Actually, besides the Martial Ancestor, there is another person I particularly admire, and that is the Holy Master Jiang Yan."

"Um?"

Xia Xinghan was somewhat surprised, not expecting her to suddenly mention this person.

"The textbook says that the day after the Great Cataclysm, although the greatest disaster was averted, the land of China was devastated. More importantly, all the strategic food reserves that the country had stored to prepare for the apocalypse were eroded by the apocalyptic energy and turned to ashes." Qiao Chunxia's voice lowered, as if one could feel the despair behind the words. "The calamity energy raged across the land, crops withered, there was no food to eat, and hundreds of millions of people were going to starve to death—at that time, even if the Martial Ancestor had unparalleled martial power, he wouldn't have been able to conjure up food."

"yes."

Xia Xinghan also recalled that difficult time, and his tone became more emotional.

At that time, although the internal troubles had subsided, all crops, including grains, vegetables, and fruits, were rotting, almost triggering another devastating crisis.

Even he, standing atop the city wall overlooking the land of China, was powerless to address the food crisis.

Without the power of willpower, even Superman couldn't conjure food.

"Then, Jiang Yan stepped forward."

Qiao Chunxia's eyes lit up again, filled with respect. "So, the true owner of the sacred relic [Leisi] is not the Holy Master Sun Kongkong who has been using it all along, but Jiang Yan! It's just that for various reasons, it has not been made public, and Sun Kongkong has been traveling the world on his behalf."

Xia Xinghan nodded to himself. It was at that time that he learned that the true owner of the [Plow] was Jiang Yan.

Shennong, surnamed Jiang.

It is likely that Jiang Yan is a descendant of Shennong. Therefore, after the Lei Si (耒耜) was revived from the Mausoleum of Yu the Great, it chose its own master and flew to Jiang Yan, who then handed it over to Sun Kongkong to manage.

Her voice carried a solemnity akin to telling a myth: "Just when everyone was about to despair, Jiang Yan grasped the [Plow] and walked to a desolate field."

He paused slightly, facing the earth—

Qiao Chunxia seemed to have witnessed the scene described in the textbook firsthand, her voice trembling with excitement: "Instantly, golden light rippled outwards from him! It was as if the footsteps of the God of Spring had traversed the land! The parched earth became fertile once more, and the seeds polluted by the disaster instantly sprouted new life. In the blink of an eye, rice stalks sprouted, wheat waves rolled, and fruits filled the air with fragrance—the land of China was overflowing with rice stalks!"

"In just one day, the food crisis for hundreds of millions of people was resolved!"

"It enabled the Great Xia to survive its most difficult time, preserving its most fundamental 'vitality' for subsequent reconstruction and revival!"

Qiao Chunxia clenched her small fist.

"Without Jiang Yan, without that golden miracle," even if the Martial Ancestor had blocked the apocalypse from the outside world, we might have collapsed amidst internal strife and famine—therefore, Jiang Yan, like the Martial Ancestor, is a great hero who saved this land!"

"Jiang Yan and Lord Martial Ancestor are both shining stars, and neither can be missing."

Hearing the girl's heartfelt words of admiration, Xia Xinghan, far away on the Great Wall, also fell silent.

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing once again the man from ten years ago, dressed simply, with his trousers rolled up, looking like an ordinary farmer.

Very ordinary.

No one who saw him would have guessed that he was a holy figure.

In reality, Jiang Yan's cultivation aptitude was average, and his realm was not very high. With the resources of the base, he only reached the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm.

For a sacred relic of the [Plow and Seek] level, without reaching the Golden Core realm, activating it would consume one's life force.

Even so, Jiang Yan spent a month traveling all over the land, using the mysterious power of the [Plow] to eliminate the calamity and the ashes, allowing the land to regain its vitality.

The price was that even after eating the Immortal Peach and all the stored Rejuvenating Pine Nuts, Jiang Yan still exhausted his life force and collapsed in the last reviving melon field.

"yes----"

After a long silence, Xia Xinghan responded softly, his voice filled with deep respect, "Jiang Yan—is indeed a true saint. His achievements deserve to be remembered by everyone."

After self-study, the teacher began the lesson.

Qiao Chunxia focused her attention and listened attentively to the lecture, when suddenly the classroom loudspeaker announced: "Qiao Chunxia, ​​a student from Class 6 of Senior Three, please come to the Academic Affairs Office immediately after hearing this announcement."