High Martial Arts: Become a God by Spending Money, Start by Spending All Your Compensation Funds

Lin Yun didn't mind his talkativeness. While putting the things in his backpack into the wardrobe, he responded casually.

Halfway through tidying up, Gu Xiaoman suddenly sighed, sat down in a chair, and began to grumble.

"It's frustrating to say. I was considered one of the top geniuses in Lingnan County, and I was quite arrogant. But after visiting the campus early today, I realized what it means to be outdone by others."

Lin Yun stopped what he was doing, somewhat curiously asking, "You seem to know quite a lot?"

"Hi, I bought water at the campus supermarket this afternoon and chatted with a few local freshmen for a while."

Gu Xiaoman leaned forward and lowered her voice, saying, "Although the entrance exam isn't until tomorrow, it's no secret which freshmen are the top students. The most famous are the Eighteen Talents of the Capital and the Thirty-Two Heroes of the Nine Provinces, a total of fifty people. They were already renowned geniuses before the martial arts exam."

He counted on his fingers.

"These fifty people are all at least at the Martial Master level, and without exception, they are all at the perfect Foundation Establishment stage."

I've heard that Chen Xuan, the top of the Eighteen Talents of the Capital, might actually be at the legendary Limitless Foundation Establishment stage!

Lin Yun was slightly startled.

He had long anticipated that the Imperial Martial Academy would be teeming with geniuses, but he hadn't expected that there would be so many Martial Masters among the new students, and even that they were all at the perfect Foundation Establishment stage.

There are even some exceptional talents who have reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment; it seems he needs to speed things up.

Qingcheng is located in a remote corner of the country, and its gap with the top talents in the capital is indeed quite large.

Seeing his surprised expression, Gu Xiaoman added, "Actually, ordinary freshmen aren't bad either."

The minimum requirement for admission to the Imperial Martial Arts Academy was originally the fourth level of the Martial Apprentice Realm, but after two months of summer training, the vast majority of people have reached the fifth level.

Based on the proportions of previous years, those like me who are still at the fourth level account for less than 10%, while more than 60% are at the late stage of Martial Apprentice.

Well, anyway, once we take the entrance exam tomorrow, we'll know where we stand.

Gu Xiaoman had no interest in probing Lin Yun's cultivation level; he figured it was probably about the same as his own.

Lin Yun nodded slightly upon hearing this, understanding the situation.

The facilities at the Capital's No. 1 Martial Arts Academy are very comprehensive; even the double rooms have two bedrooms and a living room.

So after washing up that night, he went into his room, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and brought up the system panel.

With 200,000 yuan left in his account as reserve funds, he didn't hesitate and immediately transferred 100,000 yuan to exchange for 10 points of Qi and Blood.

The warm air flowed slowly along his meridians, and his cultivation steadily improved to the second level of the Martial Apprentice Realm.

The reason for increasing my Qi and Blood by another ten points is that the school is very safe, so there is no need to keep too much money in reserve.

Secondly, tomorrow's entrance exam also includes a practical test, and the higher his cultivation level, the higher his score will naturally be.

The next morning, the martial arts training square at the main campus of Diwu was already bustling with activity.

Two thousand freshmen lined up in neat square formations, each of them already dressed in the martial arts academy's uniform dark indigo blue.

Men's stand-up collar, front-opening short jacket with dark silver buttons, front and back slits at the hem, matching trousers with slightly tapered cuffs, and black ankle boots.

The women's version is the same color and style, with only a slight reduction in waistline; otherwise, they are completely identical.

The school badge on the left chest is a dark gold shield shape with the two characters "帝武" (Di Wu) in small seal script.

Sixteen silver-gray blood and qi testing devices stood around the square, while the Trial Tower stood majestically in the distance, its light screen displaying the testing rules, attracting many people to look up.

When Lin Yun and Gu Xiaoman arrived, the team had just been lined up.

Not long after the two squeezed into the freshmen line, they saw Su Nianhe walking over from the girls' group.

Her training uniform accentuated her slender figure, and her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, attracting the attention of many boys along the way.

"We'll test your Qi and blood first, don't be nervous."

Su Nianhe walked to Lin Yun's side and lowered her voice.

"Don't worry about people laughing at you. Those who can see your true nature will understand, and it's no use explaining to those who can't."

Lin Yun smiled and said, "I was laughed at a lot in high school, so I've long since become indifferent to these things."

In the past, Lin Yun would feel resentful when others laughed at him, but now that he is powerful, he only thinks they are idiots when they laugh at him.

Gu Xiaoman noticed a beautiful woman whispering to Lin Yun and became curious.

He leaned closer to Lin Yun and asked in a low, curious voice, "Lin Yun, she's not your girlfriend, is she?"

Just as Lin Yun was about to explain, the Dean of Students stood on the podium and announced the test rules, drawing Gu Xiaoman's attention.

The first item is the assessment of Qi and Blood cultivation.

The line moved slowly forward, with each student taking turns to be tested.

When the numerical values ​​pop up, those who are at the eighth or ninth level of Martial Apprentice occasionally elicit a low gasp of amazement.

Most of them are concentrated between level five and level seven, which is consistent with the proportion Gu Xiaoman mentioned in previous years.

When Gu Xiaoman returned after the test, her shoulders were slumped.

"At the peak of the fourth level of Martial Apprentice, I won't be laughed at, but I'll most likely only be able to go to the regular class."

He looked up at Lin Yun, hesitated for a moment but didn't ask about his cultivation level, and just patted his arm.

"Keep it up later."

It wasn't long before it was Lin Yun's turn.

He stepped forward, placed his right hand on the cold metal testing device, and felt his blood and qi circulating smoothly within his body.

The screen flashed blue light for a few seconds before finally displaying a clear line of black text.

Martial Apprentice Level 2, Qi and Blood Value 21.

There was a two-second silence, then it erupted into chaos.

"Martial Apprentice Level Two? I'm not seeing things, am I? When did Emperor Martial Arts School start accepting students at the Martial Apprentice Level Two?"

"Are you kidding me? The minimum admission score is four levels. This is definitely someone who got in through connections, right?"

"He looks decent enough, but he got in through connections. He's a disgrace to us freshmen."

Disdainful, curious, and mocking gazes all converged on him, and the surrounding students subconsciously took a half step back, as if standing next to Lin Yun lowered their own status.

On the podium, several proctors who were looking down at the roster looked up when they caught sight of this number out of the corner of their eyes.

The white-haired headmaster adjusted his glasses, stared at the blood and qi fluctuation chart on the screen for a few seconds, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, and slowly nodded: "His blood and qi condensation level is more than 30% higher than others of the same level, and his aura is deep and not stagnant. He should have chosen to disperse his cultivation and start over."

The middle-aged instructor beside him smiled, his tone tinged with approval: "At eighteen, to dare to dissipate one's skills to hone one's foundation—either a reckless fool or truly confident. This freshman is quite interesting."

The group exchanged a few words in hushed tones and then fell silent.

Emperor Martial Arts is never short of geniuses who have hidden trump cards. Whether they are rough gems or stubborn rocks, a real battle will tell.

At the front of the square, Chen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back at the very front of the line. With his tall and straight figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he stood out in the crowd.

The boy beside him glanced at the testing device, raised an eyebrow, and whispered, "Brother Xuan, is this kid starting over after his cultivation has been disrupted? He's got some nerve."

"Um."

Chen Xuan responded lightly, his gaze lingering briefly on Lin Yun.

"He has a solid foundation and doesn't seem like someone who's just messing around. I just don't know how many times he'll break up with this."

Not far away, the members of the Thirty-Two Heroes of Kyushu exchanged glances, their previously nonchalant expressions softening.

Those who can voluntarily dispel their internal energy before entering school are all ruthless individuals who are extremely strict with themselves.

They all saw through it all, yet no one stepped forward to explain.

Geniuses have their own pride; if others lack the vision to see through them, that's their problem, not theirs.

In the crowd, Jiang Yu had just finished testing his score, reaching the mid-stage of the ninth level of the Martial Apprentice Realm, and was feeling quite pleased with himself.

Hearing the commotion, he squeezed through to take a look. When he saw the numbers on the screen, he was stunned for a moment, and then his anger flared up instantly.

When we met yesterday, this kid was clearly only at the first level of Martial Apprentice.

He advanced to the second level in just one night. What else could it be but the cultivation resources he bought with that million?

So, he spent a million yuan, and not only did this kid treat Su Nianhe to a meal, he also helped him break through to a higher level?

He felt like he looked even more like the clown!

Jiang Yu couldn't help but walk towards Lin Yun.