In the game "High Martial Arts," players start with the blessing of the Martial God.

At home

After breaking through, Ji Ming felt refreshed and had four bottles of "Spirit Tempering Potion" left. He just needed to calm down and consume them all. He dared not say more, but reaching a life strength of 7.5 should be no problem.

"Amin!"

Just then, Ji Yong knocked on the door.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Ji Ming asked as he opened the door.

"Here you go." Ji Yong handed over a small box.

"Um?"

Ji Ming looked at the familiar design and exclaimed in surprise, "A Spirit Tempering Potion?"

Upon opening the box, there was indeed a row of five familiar blood-red potions inside.

"Where did you come from?" Ji Ming frowned. He knew his family's situation very well, and they probably couldn't come up with 30,000 Xuanhuang coins now.

As if remembering something, Ji Ming looked at his father and asked, "You've gone back to Yunmo City?"

Ji Yong looked away. "Don't overthink it. You're a member of the Ji family too. It's only right that you enjoy some preferential treatment in resources!"

"Exactly, your dad is such a stubborn mule, he should have done this a long time ago!" Chen Yue suddenly walked over and glared at him.

"Your dad's brothers and sisters' children have been living off your grandfather a lot. You should do well on your exam this time. Your grandfather's 100th birthday celebration is coming up soon. Just do your best to make your dad proud."

"What are you saying?!" Ji Yong suddenly shouted.

Then, smiling, he said to Ji Ming, "Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. Just do your best and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Ji Ming watched this scene in silence; the matter was actually not complicated.

Ji Ming's grandfather is the vice president of the Mage Association in Yunmo City. He is a third-level mage, so he can't be considered a very wealthy family.

The reason why Ji Yong, the father, settled down in Shirakawa City was not because he was a loser in the power struggle among wealthy families, nor could a scholar with low-level talent inherit the family business.

That's why all my brothers and sisters around me have high-level talents. They probably couldn't stand the pressure, so they rarely returned to Yunmo City after securing jobs.

There's no melodramatic storyline about being bullied; it's just a matter of pride.

"Sigh!" Ji Ming sighed. Clearly, for his sake, his father had gone back to ask for help. Over the years, as his cultivation level had increased, the couple had gradually become unable to support his cultivation.

Ji Ming gripped the "Spirit Tempering Potion" tightly, not uttering a word of repentance. Since he had already lowered his head, doing so would only invite ridicule.

There's no point in saying more. Just lower your head and raise it again with your strength in the future!

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to school."

"good!"

Once Ji Ming had disappeared from sight, Chen Yue grumbled discontentedly, "I told you to go home early. We're all family, are you really that concerned about your pride?"

"What do you know?" Ji Yong rebuked angrily. The Ji family was a family of mages. How could a martial artist with low talent obtain resources so easily?

I just hope that Amin can improve his ranking this time, so that I can have something to show for it.

Ji Yong watched the figure receding downstairs, thinking, "If I could get into one of the city's top schools..."

never mind!

He smiled wryly, thinking to himself that he wasn't some big shot, so why should he put so much pressure on his child?

……

On the Spirit Light Rail

Ji Ming closed his eyes and pondered in his seat. He had nine bottles of Spirit Tempering Potion left. He was sure he could absorb them before the monthly exam. But could he raise his life strength to 8.0?

Without the blessing of the Martial God, I wouldn't even dare to dream of reaching level 7 in the Qian Tian Yi Qi Gong, but now that the bottleneck of the seventh or eighth level of the Mortal Realm can be regarded as nothing, I can naturally be bolder.

The difference between a life strength rating of 7.9 and 8.0 may seem small, but it can make a significant difference in overall strength!

With a life strength of 8.0, plus the second-tier Star King Body and the upcoming breakthrough of the Flowing Moon Blade, he could probably fight against a mortal at the ninth level without using his ultimate move "Star Transformation". After all, there are very few people who can hone their martial arts to the second tier at this stage.

"Ding-dong, a new message has been interrupted."

Suddenly, the announcement on the tram came on, and the announcer's clear and articulate voice reached the ears of all the passengers.

"Traces of demonized professionals have appeared in the Ancient Moon Province and Tianlin Province of our Xia Kingdom, causing extensive damage. We urge all citizens to be vigilant and report any suspicious individuals to the Patrol Division immediately. The contact number is 118..."

"What? Those damned traitors dare to run wild in my Xia Kingdom?"

The crowd erupted in uproar. Their Xia Kingdom was aiming for third place among the twelve allied nations, and its Demon Suppression Army was renowned for its brutality. In the past, demonized professionals generally only dared to cause trouble in small countries.

After all, demonized professionals are more afraid of death. Small countries may have to consider the front lines, but Xia Kingdom can deal with them with ease. If they dare to show their faces, they will be killed with a single blow. This is Xia Kingdom's consistent principle!

Ji Ming also frowned as he pondered the news. The so-called demonized professionals were the group of human traitors who had defected to the Heavenly Demon Realm. These people had even gathered together to form something called the "Heavenly Demon Cult"!

Ji Ming didn't really understand, after all, the Heavenly Demon Sect hadn't been active in Xia Kingdom for some years. The Abyss Sect, which had caused the most damage to Xia Kingdom's rear, had its professionals who, after being transformed into Abysses, seemed to have lost their minds. They were all extremely bloodthirsty and didn't care how strong you were.

"Hmph! Do these bastards from the Heavenly Demon Sect think we can't even lift a sword?"

The crowd on the bus was indignant. The people of Xia were very proud. It was one thing for the Abyss Sect to be crazy, but did the Heavenly Demon Sect dare to cause trouble? Did they look down on people?

"If you ask me, we should launch a full-scale sweep, bring in the army, and kill them all. Let's beat these traitors until they're terrified!" someone suggested.

"The military commanders and generals have their own ideas; who gave you the right to speak? And is a sweep of the entire territory something you can just do on a whim?"

Some argue that online political commentary is an eternal topic for the public.

"Why can't we do it? Are you afraid that some big company or large entertainment venue will expose someone who shouldn't be exposed?"

"Bullshit! The world of our Great Xia Kingdom is in turmoil, pure and just. Director Xia is a paragon of virtue, how dare you interfere? I think you're the spy, disgracing the reputations of all the directors!"

The people in the car started making a fuss, and Ji Ming quickly got out of the car, afraid that blood would splatter on him.

Chief Xia, who has been in charge of the military for a thousand years without retreating, is a great hero of the entire human race, and countless people regard him as a believer.

"call!"

Ji Ming breathed a sigh of relief. The area of ​​a province in Xia Kingdom was comparable to that of a large country in his previous life. Provinces such as Guyue and Tianlin were still far from the East Sea, so he didn't need to worry about these things. The most important thing right now was the end-of-month exam.

Shirakawa Ichichu

Upon arriving at the martial arts training room, he found the atmosphere already bustling with activity. Although he had taken leave earlier, he still preferred to train here, as the equipment was far superior to what he had at home.

While the virtual martial arts world is appealing, it still requires practice in the real world. The former can only serve as an accelerator for martial arts training; relying solely on it will result in your mind understanding the techniques, but your body failing to keep up.

Ji Ming casually picked up an alloy knife. The sound of the blade whistling through the air was impenetrable to water. The blade's light even faintly carried a hint of the cold moonlight. The blade's shadow seemed to scatter and gather, moving as fast as lightning.

"Hey, Ming, you've broken through with your Flowing Moon Blade?" Xu Wei approached without anyone noticing.

Ji Ming stopped and glanced at Xu Wei, who had become as thin as a bamboo pole again. After sensing his aura, he smiled and said, "You've made progress little by little. Congratulations, you've reached the ninth level of the Mortal Realm, right?"