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

The next morning, Lin Yun rushed to the teaching building and arrived at his assigned class, C1.

The classroom has an open-plan layout, with tables and chairs in the front half for theoretical classes and a large open space in the back half for practical training.

When Lin Yun pushed open the door, most of the students had already arrived, and their eyes all fell on him, with different expressions.

Some people looked on with admiration. After all, he dared to voluntarily disperse his cultivation before entering the school and still managed to achieve a ninth-level lower-grade combat rating as a second-level martial apprentice. His courage and foundation were evident, and he was not someone that ordinary people could do.

Some people looked disdainful and whispered among themselves, feeling that it was too risky to start over after losing one's cultivation. They thought that if one was not careful, one's foundation would be damaged and one would be stuck in the Martial Apprentice realm for life. It was just gambling with one's future and it might not be a wise move.

Lin Yun ignored the stares and walked straight to the empty seat in the back row.

Just as I sat down, a familiar figure walked in through the front door of the classroom; it was Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu also spotted Lin Yun at a glance, his brows immediately furrowed, and his face was full of displeasure.

He walked a few steps to a spot diagonally in front of Lin Yun, stopped, crossed his arms, and chuckled.

"What bad luck! I run into you everywhere. A poor kid like you dares to dissipate his cultivation and start over? Does he really think he's some kind of chosen one?"

Lin Yun glanced at him, her tone indifferent: "Seeing you makes me feel unlucky too. But it's okay, you won't see me in a month."

"Ha, at least you have some self-awareness."

Jiang Yu looked as if he had heard a joke, raising his chin slightly with an arrogant expression.

"Of course. With my qualifications, I'll be promoted to the B tier next month without a doubt. As for you, just stay in Class C. You're lucky if you can keep your current spot."

Lin Yun didn't reply, got up and walked to the electronic timetable on the side wall of the classroom.

The course layout on the screen is clear and easy to understand.

The mornings are all theoretical courses: Monday is the general introduction to martial arts, Tuesday is the study of exotic beasts, Wednesday is the study of spiritual medicine, Thursday is the study of military strategy, and Friday is the history of martial arts. All of these are related to martial arts training and are completely different from the academic courses in high school.

The afternoon schedule is more focused on practical application. Monday through Wednesday are dedicated to martial arts training, Thursday is a fixed hunting ground trial, and Friday afternoon is completely free for students to practice at their own pace.

The Hunting Grounds Trial section also has a small note: The materials from the exotic beasts in the arena can only be exchanged for academic credits. It is strictly forbidden to take them out without permission. Those who fail to meet the monthly trial credit requirement will have their comprehensive evaluation deducted.

Soon the class bell rang, and a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked onto the podium.

He was tall and straight, dressed in a plain martial arts uniform, with distinct knuckles at his fingertips, and his aura was deep and profound. He was Meng Chuan, the homeroom teacher of Class C1, and a Grand Martial Master.

Meng Chuan didn't say much polite talk. He first briefly talked about class discipline and emphasized the safety rules for practical training and the hunting grounds. Then he took out a pill the size of a pigeon egg from his pocket and placed it on the podium.

The pill was entirely blood-red, with a faint glow flowing across its surface, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance could be smelled from several meters away.

"This is the Crimson Essence Pill, personally formulated and improved by the Vice Dean of our academy. It is a unique internal supply pill of the Imperial Martial Academy." Meng Chuan's voice was steady and powerful. "The class that ranks first in the monthly exam will receive one directly. Its efficacy far surpasses that of other pills of the same level available on the market, with almost no pill toxin residue. It has miraculous effects on Martial Apprentices breaking through to the next realm and on refining one's qi and blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low gasp filled the classroom.

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up as he stared intently at the pill, his face full of longing.

He had certainly heard of the Crimson Essence Pill; it was something that money couldn't buy outside the world, and one pill could save him at least half a month of arduous cultivation, which would greatly benefit his breakthrough to the Martial Master realm.

He clenched his fists instinctively, already declaring the pill his for the taking.

Lin Yun also sat up slightly, his expression becoming more serious.

He also knew the weight of this pill; it was an imperial supply for the Emperor Martial Realm and its value far exceeded that of ordinary first-tier pills.

If I actually get my hands on it, I don't even need to eat it myself. As long as I spread the word, the scions of prominent families and rich kids in the capital will definitely be scrambling to bid for it. Selling it for a million or so won't be a problem.

Jiang Yu caught a glimpse of Lin Yun's expression out of the corner of his eye and immediately sneered, "Some people don't even know their own limitations. You think you're worthy of even thinking about the Crimson Essence Pill? Do you really think that just because your combat rating is a little higher, you can compete with us?"

Lin Yun seemed not to hear him, her gaze returning to the podium, and she didn't respond to his words at all.

The morning's theory class passed quickly.

Meng Chuan was extremely knowledgeable and could explain martial arts in a simple and easy-to-understand way. Many of the key points that Lin Yun couldn't figure out on his own before became clear after Meng Chuan's brief explanation.

Lin Yun nodded inwardly.

No wonder all the martial artists in the Dragon Kingdom are scrambling to get into Imperial Martial Arts School. The quality of its teachers alone is something that local martial arts schools can't compare to.

The afternoon practical training session was held on the playground.

Meng Chuan had each student demonstrate the martial arts techniques they knew, and he provided guidance and corrections to each one.

Students who can get into Diwu are already quite strong. In addition, most of them have special training from their families or martial arts schools during the summer vacation, so almost everyone has mastered a decent martial art. At the very least, they are at the advanced level of the Yellow Rank, and many of them practice the Profound Rank martial art.

Jiang Yu then unleashed a set of Breaking Qi Fist in front of everyone. The fist was powerful and concentrated, with each punch focused on the line of the fist, carrying a sharp force that could break through the body's protective qi and blood. It was clearly a mid-level Earth Rank martial art.

After finishing his routine, many students around him looked on with envy. Jiang Yu himself was quite proud and deliberately raised his chin in Lin Yun's direction.

Meng Chuan commented on each move one by one, his sharp eye always able to pinpoint the flaws and mistakes in the application of force. The students listened very attentively.

Soon it was Lin Yun's turn.

He didn't hold back, unleashing a set of Vajra Fist with steady movements and solid footwork. Each punch was precisely timed to deliver the force. Although it was the most basic fist technique, he managed to imbue it with a sense of profound strength and refinement.

Meng Chuan nodded slightly: "It's the Vanguard Army's Vajra Fist. It's rare that you've honed this basic fist technique to this level."

"You dare to show off a low-level Yellow Rank martial art?" Jiang Yu immediately retorted, his face full of sarcasm. "Even the servants of my Jiang family disdain practicing such a low-level martial art. Only some people from remote and impoverished areas would treat a free set of boxing techniques like a treasure."

Upon hearing this, several students who were close to Jiang Yu burst out laughing.

The others whispered amongst themselves, their gazes toward Lin Yun now filled with disdain.

"Quiet down."

Meng Chuan frowned slightly and spoke in a deep voice.

"It's true that the Vajra Fist is a free martial art, but since its creation, more beasts have died under its fists than many Heaven-rank martial arts. It's simple and direct, a practical killing move summarized by countless predecessors from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. You have no right to laugh at it."

The teacher spoke, and the room immediately fell silent.

Jiang Yu, however, remained unconvinced and stubbornly said, "Teacher Meng, it's one thing that the Vajra Fist has a high historical status, but it's also a fact that it's of low grade and has many flaws. When it comes to high-level martial arts, it's simply not good enough."

Lin Yun looked up at Jiang Yu, his tone indifferent.

"You say it's full of flaws, then dare you use your martial arts skills to clash with my Vajra Fist?"