Chapter 15: Top-tier Martial Arts
“Hello, that’s a total of 253 bucks.”
Liu Qingxia skillfully scanned and bagged the items, letting the customers check out one by one, until all the customers in the checkout lane had finished paying. She was just about to rest when her mobile phone received a message.
She looked down and saw that it was instructing her to go to the warehouse to organize the newly arrived goods.
Liu Qingxia left the counter and walked toward the warehouse location, scanning the goods in the supermarket along the way, calculating what ingredients to buy tomorrow.
Although the matter of enrolling her son in martial arts training had been put on hold, she couldn’t skimp on ingredients, especially during summer vacation. Her son had found someone to train martial arts with on his own, so she had to handle the logistics well.
Buy some more expensive ingredients.
She was thinking this when her mobile phone rang again.
Liu Qingxia answered the call, “Little Ye, what’s up?”
Then, she jolted, nearly dropping her mobile phone, her voice trembling, “Really?”
“You really broke through Dragon Gate?!”
In the maintenance office on the other end, Li Haihua excitedly stood up, drawing glances from nearby colleagues.
“Great! Great! I knew you were the type for both civil and martial excellence! Excellent! Have you told your mom? Great! Great!”
Li Haihua repeatedly said “great” several times, and after hanging up the phone, his face was full of irrepressible joy.
A colleague teased, “Old Li, what’s the big good news?”
Li Haihua laughed heartily: “My son broke through Dragon Gate!”
At these words, the colleagues all offered congratulations.
These ordinary people of theirs had no twisted struggles. Even if someone didn’t like it, they’d be polite on the surface, with no grudges anyway.
Breaking through Dragon Gate, in their understanding, meant securing a stable job in advance, nothing to make people jealous.
Besides, the money Old Li borrowed a few days ago included some of theirs.
“You gotta treat us to a meal, Old Li.”
“Yeah, such big news, you need to put on a few tables.”
Listening to his colleagues, Li Haihua waved his hand with high spirits—not refusing, but saying it was unnecessary to say more.
……
Li Ye took a cab to the Disinfection Bureau with the Sanitation Bureau sign, going straight up to the third floor.
After telling his parents, he also sent a message to Pan Zhengyang, who told him to come over right now.
He knocked on the door, and hearing “come in” from inside, Li Ye pushed the door open and entered, seeing Pan Zhengyang on a phone call.
It wasn’t his mobile phone, but the landline on the desk.
“I got it. Once the documents come down, I’ll issue the orders. We’ll investigate strictly, got it, yes, I understand.”
After he hung up, he tsked, “All industries related to martial arts training in Ningjiang City are about to be strictly investigated. Those with related industries at home can give them a heads-up.”
Li Ye smiled, “Three generations of workers, no business genes.”
“Maybe your generation will be sheltered by you.”
Pan Zhengyang joked, then looked Li Ye up and down, “You said three in the afternoon and it’s exactly three? Activate your Qi and Blood for me to see.”
Li Ye nodded, tensed his whole body, activated his Qi and Blood, manifesting faint, hazy smoke on his body like a glow or steam.
As the smoke billowed, it pulsed once with frequency.
The manifestation of Dragon Gate Realm, the substance of Qi and Blood—as long as it’s activated, you can see how many pulses.
Li Ye was solidly One Dragon Gate.
But the first time Pan Zhengyang saw him, he could confirm this guy’s Qi and Blood was weak, not condensed, just an ordinary martial arts trainee.
“Damn, the induction was so accurate. A preparatory student with this kind of talent?”
Pan Zhengyang said doubtfully, but then shook his head: “When the forest is big, all kinds of birds appear. Not rare.”
Talent like this has no quantified standard, otherwise freaks like Fu Yan, who started martial arts at twenty-eight and broke through to Three Realms all the way, wouldn’t exist.
Pan Zhengyang said, “Normally, when you break through Qi and Blood is never fixed. Diligent training can do it, pure Guiding Method can do it. So-called predicted assessments are just experience based on body strength.”
“There are those who break through in two months, and plenty in two days, but precise to your level means extremely strong body control and Qi and Blood sensitivity. A rare talent.”
He gestured for Li Ye to sit, tossed him a cigarette, lit one himself, “First question: what’s your future plan?”
Future plan.
A long time ago, after Li Ye understood this world, he ambitiously wanted to stand at the pinnacle of martial arts.
Then reality beat him down, turning it into just wanting Qi and Blood to pulse.
Later, discovering he had no talent, he just wanted to be an ordinary person who got by okay.
But now with authority obtained, he should return to the goal of martial arts pinnacle, yet he felt people should still step forward gradually.
So.
“I want to kill a deity.”
This stunned Pan Zhengyang. He stared at Li Ye blankly for a moment, confirmed he wasn’t joking, then burst out laughing:
“Hahaha! Demonic creatures crowned with the name of deity aren’t that easy to kill!”
Li Ye also laughed: “Maybe it’ll be easy by my level.”
“Good! Ambitious!”
Pan Zhengyang laughed: “To kill a deity, you need good martial arts. With your talent, maybe this martial arts suits you.”
Upon reaching Dragon Gate Realm, you learn martial arts.
The martial arts school Li Ye was at before taught Seventy-two Forms of Thunder Leg at Dragon Gate Realm—or rather, his Springing Leg was the foundation of Seventy-two Forms of Thunder Leg.
Only martial arts can let Dragon Gate Realm people continue to condense Qi and Blood, producing pulses.
High school martial arts track teaches Foundation Establishment Technique, standard nationwide, neutral and peaceful.
Martial arts school martial arts are more powerful and effective, but tuition is expensive.
Li Ye planned to enter martial arts track and choose Foundation Establishment Technique. With authority, pulsing Qi and Blood wasn’t an issue for him; no need to spend that money at the martial arts school. He could choose new martial arts at university later.
After all, at Dragon Gate Realm, the main purpose is to condense Qi and Blood.
But now, from Pan Zhengyang’s meaning, he seemed to think his current “talent” suited some martial arts.
“You gonna teach me martial arts?” Li Ye asked.
“Me? I don’t teach people, but I can chop them.”
Pan Zhengyang looked at Li Ye, “But there’s someone who can teach you. Counts as top-tier martial arts. Up to you if you learn it.”
Li Ye’s eyes widened slightly, “This kind of good thing comes to me?”
Martial arts have strength differences, which he knew.
Same Qi and Blood breakthrough, but quality differs, like in his previous life same bachelor’s degree—can a third-tier match top universities?
“Benefits? You’ll get them if you learn it.”
Pan Zhengyang said, “No hiding it: this martial arts is special. Suits your average talent after prep school, but demands extreme, even perverse Qi and Blood sensitivity.”
“But if you master it, few at same level beat you. Let me put it this way: if I encountered this back then, I’d be hung up and beaten.”
Pan Zhengyang added: “I graduated from top martial arts.”
Top-tier Martial Arts University, only Seven Dragon Gate eligible to apply.
This powerful?
“Costs money?”
“No money.”
“I’ll train it!”
Li Ye agreed crisply, “No money anyway, worth a try.”
Seeing Li Ye agree, Pan Zhengyang laughed: “Right, try it first. No big deal if it doesn’t work.”
Pan Zhengyang bit his cigarette, exhaled smoke, thought of something, and said:
“On another note, you said before you wanted to join Disinfection Bureau. Now you can. One Dragon Gate looks pure on paper, no pollution. Interested in a part-time job?”
Li Ye was stunned, “No diploma needed?”
Pan Zhengyang rolled his eyes, “How not? Needs exams too, every recruitment has exams, you know? But here, martial arts realm is the diploma. If interested, it’s set. For part-time, no exam.”
“Also get full salary?” Li Ye asked.
“Information Officer is one salary. Part-time, no five social insurances and one housing fund, but higher salary instead. Don’t come daily; call you when needed. Counts as reward for reporting merits.”
Saying this, he opened the drawer, took out a big pack of square paper boxes and several new magazines, tossing them on the desk.
“These are bullets for the gun I gave you last time. Won’t keep you; go fill out a form downstairs. Counts as onboarding.”
Li Ye thanked him, put the bullets in his backpack, and took his leave.
After Li Ye left, Pan Zhengyang picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.
“Old Xu, want a disciple? If yes, say the word, then come over yourself.”
