Full-Time Martial Saint

The high-quality nutritional meal required careful preparation, and the meal had not yet been delivered when the two came out of the quiet room.

While waiting for his meal, Chen Cong also planned to do some basic training using the equipment in the training room, as instructed by Xu Baiwei.

"Your overall physical fitness is too poor. Don't train for too long, or you'll hurt yourself. Stop when you feel like you can't take it anymore." In front of the physical training equipment, Xu Baiwei solemnly reminded him, "I'm going to the quiet room to watch the replay. Call me if you need anything."

Chen nodded and watched her leave before starting to practice on his own.

However, this training session lasted less than forty minutes before he clearly felt a tingling and numb sensation throughout his bones, and his muscles experienced a tearing pain.

"So bad?" Feeling his body's reaction, Chen Congxin felt helpless.

A normal martial arts student can train for two hours a day, but with my overall physical fitness of 2.8, I can't even last forty minutes, which is more than half as long.

Although he was unwilling, Xu Baiwei's instructions still echoed in his ears. He dared not grit his teeth and push himself, for fear of ruining his body and completely destroying the little hope he had left.

[Your body is nearing its limit; Lv1 Meridian Activation has been triggered!]

Just as the word "stop" was about to escape his lips, a line of text suddenly appeared before Chen's eyes.

As the words slowly dissipated, an even stronger feeling of hunger struck. Suddenly, a cool and gentle energy surged from within him, flowing instantly to his limbs and bones. This power not only rapidly restored his bodily functions but also quickly eliminated the various discomforts between his bones and muscles.

this--

Upon sensing all this, Chen Cong was initially taken aback, then overjoyed.

He never expected that the [Muscle and Meridian Unblocking] technique he had previously acquired would have such miraculous effects.

Does this mean that in future training, I can completely disregard hidden injuries and blood and qi deficiency?

Try again!

He needed to figure out the specific limits of this "meridian-activating and blood-activating" technique. Suppressing his thoughts, he happily continued training.

Another hour passed quickly, and Chen Cong, who was on the physical training equipment, finally couldn't take it anymore and called for the machine to stop.

He stopped not because his body couldn't take it, but because he was too hungry!

I was so hungry that I felt dizzy and lightheaded. My body felt completely drained, and I could barely walk.

He staggered out of the equipment room and stumbled to the sofa next to him. He had only rested for a short while when Xu Baiwei came out of the quiet room. Seeing his appearance, she asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself during training?"

Chen forced a smile and shook his head: "I'm exhausted, my health is too poor."

Xu Baiwei breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when the training center staff pushed a food cart in.

"Miss, here are your two premium nutritional meals."

At the dining table, Chen Cong saw the so-called high-end nutritional meal for the first time and was filled with many emotions.

Most of the ingredients in this dish are made from ingredients that most people have never seen before. Not only is the presentation beautiful, but the aroma is also incredibly tempting.

Xu Baiwei, on the other hand, was clearly used to this and quietly began to eat after sitting down.

Chen Cong didn't say anything, suppressing the urge to wolf down his food, and quickly started eating.

After eating an expensive, high-quality nutritional meal, not only did the intense hunger in his stomach disappear, but there also seemed to be a very faint warm energy flowing slowly through his body, nourishing his severely depleted body.

"Are you going back to school now, or are you going to rest here for a while?" Xu Baiwei called over a staff member to clear away the tableware and then turned around to ask.

"Let's go back to school. I've been bothering you for too long." Chen hesitated for a moment before slowly standing up.

He has roughly figured out the basic effects of "unblocking meridians and activating collaterals", and now he has more confidence. He plans to go back to school to ask his homeroom teacher for leave, go home in the afternoon, and formally discuss with his parents the matter of abandoning academics for martial arts.

Xu Baiwei thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "Then I'll go back with you. There's a sparring match this afternoon, and I want to practice beforehand according to your instructions."

"I'll give Zhou Hao a surprise later."

The two walked out of the training room side by side and headed towards the elevator.

"Zhou Hao's martial arts skills score is higher than yours?" Chen Cong asked casually.

"His martial arts skills score was 478 last time, the highest in the whole school. But..." Xu Baiwei looked at Chen Cong with a complicated expression, "I wonder what that guy's reaction would be if he knew that you, a student in the academic class, scored a full 100 points higher than him in martial arts skills."

"Forget it, he absolutely can't know about this." Xu Baiwei waved her hand. "He's a madman, he doesn't know his own strength. If he finds out you're stronger than him, you'll be in trouble."

Chen secretly memorized the name "Zhou Hao".

Outside the Tianwu Training Hall, Jiang Heng had already driven his car over.

During their earlier conversation, Chen Cong had roughly learned the man's identity—Jiang Heng, a third-tier martial artist from the Martial Peak Hall. He was a classmate of Xu Baiwei's father, Xu Tiancheng, in his early years. After graduating from martial arts university, he joined the Martial Peak Hall and traveled to various places to carry out missions. Three years ago, he was ordered to accompany the Martial Peak Hall's experts to a C-level fusion rift that appeared in the western Greenland region. It seems he encountered some misfortune. After returning and recovering from his injuries, he stayed with the Xu family, becoming Xu Baiwei's driver and bodyguard.

The two returned to the entrance of Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School by car. Xu Baiwei took the initiative to ask Chen Cong for his contact number and went straight to the Martial Arts Academy.

Chen Congze arrived at the faculty office building of the Cultural College.

Looking up at the floor where his homeroom teacher, Wang Lijun, was located, he stood there for a long time, unsure whether he should go up.

"Chen Cong?"

Just as he was hesitating, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

Chen Cong turned around, looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him who wore black-rimmed glasses and had short hair that reached her ears, and bowed slightly apologetically: "Teacher Wang."

Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School has a tradition of having the homeroom teacher accompany the class; after more than two years of working together, a deep friendship has been formed between the teachers and students.

Before his first visit to the martial arts academy, Chen Cong had always been an excellent student, deeply loved and valued by Wang Lijun.

But in the past month, he has been skipping classes every day to go to the martial arts academy, which has caused frequent complaints from the teachers of all subjects in the class, and has also caused Wang Lijun, the class teacher, a lot of worry.

"Are you here to see the teacher?"

Upon seeing him unexpectedly, Wang Lijun neither questioned him nor got angry; her voice remained gentle.

Meeting her kind gaze, Chen felt even more distressed.

"Teacher Wang, I...I would like to ask for leave."

Wang Lijun looked at him quietly, seemingly having guessed what was going on, and sighed softly: "Chen Cong, I know you're a child with your own opinions, but when it comes to your future, I just want to ask you one question... have you really thought it through?"

Chen Cong remained silent for a moment, then nodded firmly: "Teacher, I've thought it all through."

Wang Lijun nodded with a smile: "In that case, I wish you a bright future and all the best."

"Go ahead, and remember to come back and visit your teacher when you have time."

Chen nodded heavily and bowed deeply to her: "Teacher Wang, I'm sorry to have troubled you during this time."

Wang Lijun gently shook her head: "Teacher knows you're a good child, go ahead."

After leaving Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School, Chen boarded the No.128 driverless bus and quickly arrived at the terminal station – Hengjin Huafu residential area.

Compared to the older buildings in the surrounding area, Hengjin Huafu is a relatively well-equipped mid-to-high-end community. Although the buildings are over 20 years old, the smart property management system maintains them well on a daily basis, and the community's facilities and environment are quite good.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor. Chen took out his key and opened the door to room 802.

On the balcony of the living room, a figure who bore some resemblance to him, but was noticeably thinner, sat upright in a wheelchair, intently flipping through a thick book.

Hearing the noise, Chen Lin looked up in surprise. Seeing his brother had returned, he asked, somewhat astonished, "Brother? What brings you back today?"

Chen Cong smiled and came over, sitting down on the sofa next to him: "I took a leave of absence to come back and discuss something with my parents."

Chen Lin was puzzled. Why couldn't they talk about it on the phone? Why did he have to take leave and come all the way back?

"Brother, you didn't get into trouble at school, did you?" He put down his book, turned his wheelchair to face Chen Cong, and said with a serious expression, "It seems your homeroom teacher made a phone call to Mom a couple of days ago, but I didn't hear what they said."

"Did Teacher Wang call Mom?" Chen Cong frowned slightly. "Mom didn't contact me..."

He could vaguely guess that his homeroom teacher, Wang Lijun, had contacted his mother because of his truancy; but his mother hadn't contacted him recently, probably because the homeroom teacher hadn't mentioned his truancy.

Thinking of this, Chen felt even more guilty towards his homeroom teacher, Wang Lijun.

He turned his head and glanced at the old-fashioned wall clock.

"It's only three o'clock, and my parents still have two hours before they get off work."

"Ah Lin, let me take you out for a walk, and we'll go to the market to buy some groceries. I'll show you how to cook."

The work at Xiangcheng Machinery Factory is not easy, and it's rare for me to come back. Taking advantage of the free time, I took my younger brother down there for some fresh air and bought some groceries so that my parents could have a ready-made meal when they came back.

"Let's buy half a roast duck. Dad's been saying he wanted to eat it for the past couple of days, but Mom didn't agree. She insisted on waiting for you to come back," Chen Lin said happily.

"Okay." Chen Cong got up, took some change from the drawer, found some shoes for his younger brother to change into, and then pushed him out the door.

"Ah Lin, do you think Mom and Dad would agree if I switched to martial arts?" Chen Cong asked suddenly as he pushed his wheelchair along the winding path in the neighborhood.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Chen Lin paused slightly, then turned to look at him: "From childhood to adulthood, your parents have almost never objected to the things you've decided."

"But...brother, are you really sure?"

Chen Congjing gazed quietly at the ever-changing clouds in the distance, without giving an immediate reply.

Chen Lin lowered his head, looking slightly saddened: "Actually, if it weren't for me being a burden, brother, you..."

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Behind him, Chen Cong gently tapped his head, pretending to be angry.

Chen Lin chuckled, rubbed his head, and changed the subject: "Brother, don't worry, Mom and Dad will definitely support you."

"Once you become a martial artist, your dad will probably be showing off to all the uncles and elders at the machine factory every day."

Chen Cong smiled slightly, as if murmuring, "If I really become a powerful martial artist, I won't let them come to work anymore."

"We'll move our family to the city center, get a bigger house, and find you the best physical therapist and the best medication."

"Ah Lin, what do you want to do once you recover?"

Chen Lin paused slightly, looked down at his legs, and said with longing in his eyes, "I want to go to school, study hard, and then do scientific research..."

"Okay, I'll help you then." Chen Cong nodded in agreement, and he also deeply engraved these words in his heart.

As dusk fell, Chen Changhe and his wife Zhao Qian, exhausted from a long day, entered the house and were greeted by a rich aroma of food.

"Xiao Lin, do we have guests? It smells so good!" Zhao Qian asked happily as she changed her shoes.

"Stir-fried pork intestines with scallions. No need to ask, your eldest son is back." Chen Changhe tucked his helmet under his arm and craned his neck to look into the kitchen.

"Who? Congcong is back?"

After changing her shoes, Zhao Qian hurriedly walked towards the restaurant and, sure enough, saw Chen Congzheng carrying a plate of stir-fried pork intestines with scallions out of the kitchen.

"Mom, Dad, you're back? Perfect timing, wash your hands and let's eat." Chen Cong smiled and took off his apron.

"You little rascal, what brings you back at this hour?" Zhao Qian was overjoyed to see her son, but she couldn't help asking.

"Let's eat first." Chen Cong smiled and pressed her into a seat without answering.

"I'm going to wash my hands." Zhao Qian didn't ask any further questions and got up to wash her hands. The family of four sat around the dining table and enjoyed a happy dinner.