Chapter 42: Will My Head Become Pointy?
Although Gu Yang couldn’t teach breakthrough routes, his guidance for ordinary Martial Arts Students was very thorough.
Jia Dong practiced the [Ape Strike Method], which focused on striking vital points, with swift attacks and movement techniques emphasizing agile changes. The martial arts he learned from the Martial Arts School were slightly stronger than those from school, after all, it cost money.
But in terms of physique, it was indeed a bit weak. It was correct to have him supplement with a Hardening Technique.
Deng Hao practiced the [Hammer Breaking City Skill], which was powerful but heavy, with no Lightness Skill, at most just jumping a bit higher.
After Gu Yang’s guidance, he had him supplement with a Lightness Skill. Once he truly practiced it, they would add a martial art focused on heightened awareness and reaction based on the situation.
In one morning, Li Ye saw him guiding Martial Arts Students: supplementing weaknesses for those with shortcomings, and intensifying Qi and Blood enhancement for those without.
The entire Martial Arts Track, plus the Foundation Establishment Technique, meant every student had at least three martial arts at their disposal. Li Ye watched them constantly circulate energy and practice moves, finding ways to enhance Qi and Blood and increase strength.
After all, no matter which martial art, practicing it day and night would definitely enhance Qi and Blood. For them, Qi and Blood meant strength.
“You’re just watching like this? Not practicing?”
Yao Lèdān, who had just finished a round and was resting, asked curiously: “Are breakthrough route people very lazy? I see Xiang Feipeng is also very diligent.”
Li Ye’s mouth curved, “Strength gained from sweat is good, but my method is even rarer.”
This kind of effort gained through sweat—honestly, Li Ye was very envious. Once upon a time, he also wanted to be an iron man who grew strong through shedding sweat.
Now, relying on Authority to grow strong, the iron man was probably gone.
He was a Vajra Stone man.
“Ring ring ring—”
The bell rang, and Gu Yang clapped his hands, signaling everyone to stop.
Yao Lèdān said: “Let’s go, time to eat.”
Like the Preparatory, the Martial Arts Track’s lunch was also provided by the Canteen, in a hall connected right behind the venue.
Several people headed to the Canteen. Deng Hao asked with a grin: “Sister Le, the Martial Arts Track Canteen is a bit better than the Preparatory Canteen, right?”
Yao Lèdān said proudly: “In terms of quality, it’s indeed much better. What they prepare for Preparatory is all scraps.”
“Quality?” Li Ye always felt Yao Lèdān was speaking through gritted teeth.
“You’ll know once you eat it.”
Yao Lèdān sighed slightly and entered the Canteen hall together with them.
Then, Li Ye understood why Yao Lèdān was gritting her teeth.
The Martial Arts Track Canteen’s food wasn’t like the Preparatory Canteen where they could make dishes. Though it was also buffet-style, the selections were…
The food on the serving table—how to put it—had rice, meat, vegetables, fruit; what needed cooking was cooked, what needed washing was washed clean. There was also a seasoning station nearby with various strange powders.
And those Martial Arts Students skillfully selected some ingredients, all thrown into a Mixing Cup, added some strange powders and oil, mixed with clean water into a paste, and drank it down with pained expressions.
“What is this?” Jia Dong was dumbfounded.
“All good stuff.”
Yao Lèdān grabbed a few peeled Eggs. “Look at this: Iron Feather Brocade Chicken Eggs—promote repair, aid development, supplement nutrition, enhance immunity, strengthen organs. Nine effects in total, top-grade ingredients, not available outside.”
With that, she snatched the large Mixing Cup from Jia Dong’s hand. “You didn’t call me Sister Le for nothing. Sister Le will select for you.”
She tossed a few Eggs into the Mixing Cup. “Energy supply.”
She then grabbed a few pieces of unknown meat—some red, some white, hard as iron when picked up, clanging crisply when thrown into the Mixing Cup.
“Physique enhancement.”
“Digestion and absorption.”
“Strength amplification.”
“Body repair.”
“Endurance persistence.”
“Refresh and invigorate.”
Eggs, meat, vegetables, fruit, plus a lump of rice. Yao Lèdān added several scoops of strange powder—not looking like seasonings—finally scooped some oil, added clean water, pressed the button, and stirred it into paste amid the buzzing, handing it to Jia Dong.
She gave a thumbs up. “I call it Nine Turns Thunderbolt Paste. After drinking, energy surges, exhilarated for an afternoon, guaranteed no fatigue in Martial Arts Training. It’s the supreme method for strengthening body, training martial arts, killing and looting!”
“Did you just say killing and looting?”
Jia Dong’s expression froze as he subconsciously took the Mixing Cup. Just bringing it close, he nearly vomited.
“What is this?!”
“Good stuff to ensure your Martial Arts Training—just one thing: it’s unpalatable!”
Yao Lèdān made a bitter face. “Super unpalatable!”
Deng Hao curiously leaned in to smell, immediately retreating two meters, shocked: “No way, where’s the chef? Pre-made is fine! Is this smell even edible for humans?”
He originally thought Ironclad Pig Meat was unpalatable enough, but there were experts here.
The Preparatory Canteen was just unpalatable, sometimes with pleasant surprises that could be eaten.
This stuff… could humans even touch it?
“You think it’s a fancy restaurant? Let me tell you, the reason outside ingredients are expensive is simple: high-quality, easy-to-cook tasty ingredients are rare!”
Yao Lèdān rolled her eyes. “Where are there so many that are effective and easy to cook? Anyone capable of that wouldn’t come to high school as a cook—they’d be poached long ago. Effect over taste is normal. The secret to growing strong is powerful—first abandon your taste buds!”
“This thing is super effective besides being unpalatable. As long as you eat it day after day, year after year, you’ll definitely”
“Then I’ll definitely want to die.”
Deng Hao interrupted Yao Lèdān, skeptically grabbing an Egg from the serving table and popping it into his mouth.
Crunch!
The sound of teeth hitting something hard rang out, forcing Deng Hao to spit the Egg into his own Mixing Cup. The egg white shattered like glass, revealing an iron-solid yolk inside, completely devoid of softness.
“So unpalatable!”
Not just hard to bite, the taste made Deng Hao stick out his tongue, gasping repeatedly. “Like super-strength medicated oil!”
Yao Lèdān said: “Don’t think of tricks—blending into paste is the way. This is the summary of years of experience.”
Deng Hao eyed the roughly three-liter large cup in his hand, suspiciously: “After finishing, my head won’t go pointy, right?”
“Who knows.” Yao Lèdān shrugged. “Anyway, it’s good stuff. Look, Li Ye’s already started.”
While Yao Lèdān was talking, Li Ye had already grabbed food, following her earlier ratios: rice, Eggs, meat, vegetables, fruit, and those strange powders, added oil and water, sat in a spot, and started mixing.
Once mixed into paste, just sniffing it close made a bizarre smell rush into his nose, clearing his mind a bit.
Like horseradish mustard mixed with medicated oil, plus damp soil’s earthy smell, a stink like stink bug fart, and the taste of two cigarette butts thrown in.
In short, weird.
So…
Magic Treasure time!
Li Ye took out his ever-present Five Flavors Chopsticks, stuck them in the Mixing Cup, and drank it like porridge.
Now the taste was right, like fresh porridge. His throat bobbed as he drank it clean.
Yao Lèdān had only drunk a third by then. Seeing Li Ye finish, she subconsciously paused and exclaimed: “Warrior!”
Then she regretfully shook her head, staring at the paste, unable to swallow.
She wasn’t new, but every Canteen meal required mental preparation—best to chug it in one go. Now stopped, she had to rebuild her mental prep.
As for Deng Hao and Jia Dong, after forcing down a big gulp, they slumped with heads on their large cups, feeling soulless.
“Brother Ye, how did you drink it? Can chopsticks really fool yourself?” Deng Hao said weakly.
“Just think about getting stronger. I’ll go get another cup.”
Li Ye picked up the empty cup and headed to the serving table.
This cup, plus the Five Flavors Chopsticks effect, gave him +1 point.
Indeed much more Qi and Blood enhancement than the Preparatory Canteen.
But what surprised Li Ye was that Nutritional Supplement!
Without Five Flavors Chopsticks boost, one gave him 5 points!
During summer vacation, eating expensive ingredients supplied by Pan Zhengyang, one meal was only sixty or seventy points, and that used Five Flavors Chopsticks.
By this math, four Nutritional Supplements equaled 100,000 bucks?
“Because of the Dragon Blood?” Li Ye thought to himself.
His Authority allowed perfect absorption—even dilute Dragon Blood was Dragon Blood. Others might get minimal effect, but for him it was a huge boon.
While calculating, Li Ye selected ingredients, continued mixing, then drank it down effortlessly, like pouring into a bottomless abyss, without a ripple.
Deng Hao finally painfully finished his, seeing Li Ye cup after cup mixing paste and downing it nonstop, couldn’t help smacking his lips:
“Brother Ye, over summer vacation you got even better at eating?”
Yao Lèdān said in surprise: “Bell Chimes and Cauldron Food? Your martial art requires eating to practice?”
“You know quite a bit.”
Li Ye’s mouth curved, admitting straightforwardly.
He was indeed practicing Bell Chimes and Cauldron Food, and this excuse let him eat more.
Then, he ‘a bit’ more.
Classmates had long stopped, originally should leave, but now all sat unmoving, staring in shock as Li Ye bustled selecting ingredients, mixing paste, and quickly drinking.
Food on the serving table visibly decreased, making their gazes increasingly shocked.
Why so able to eat?!
Even practicing Vajra Pass martial arts, this was too much!
They glanced at Li Ye, then at Yang Jie.
That iron-tower-like brute initially flushed red-faced, competitively rushing to the serving table for ingredients.
Couldn’t beat in fighting, not as prestigious—Xiang Feipeng beat him easily, and Li Ye smashing Xiang Feipeng was equally easy.
But in eating, he wouldn’t lose.
Then, at most six cups, Yang Jie clutched his waist and belly, collapsing in a chair.
He reached his limit.
Li Ye stopped at fifty cups—not done eating, but serving table empty.
“Can the school prepare a bit more?”
With the excuse, he ate freely.
Ask and it’s Bell Chimes and Cauldron Food!
“You can go ask…” Yao Lèdān said dazedly.
She knew Vajra Pass practitioners ate a lot, and some even more, even hearing of Martial Artists doing Bell Chimes and Cauldron Food.
But this was too much!
Li Ye nodded, feeling the 50 points of Qi and Blood gained, smiling.
Small portions, but large quantity—what could you do? Becoming a Martial Artist, finally could eat freely.
And he confirmed an even faster breakthrough path…
At this rate, pure martial arts breakthrough needed 6000 points of Qi and Blood to convert.
Never mind money— that quantity in one go would definitely draw attention.
Not just once—Dragon Gate Nine Leaps, later demands higher.
Unless step-by-step, slowly over time—but that way, no top Martial Arts University in a year.
Master before dying urged him to top Martial Arts, even suggesting Foundation Establishment Technique if needed.
Family now satisfied, but why not better?
200,000 debt, with Li Ye’s income, savable in two years—but couldn’t let parents live in that old residential area forever. Even if willing, for higher Martial Arts path, broader vistas, needed better resources.
Top Martial Arts definitely best.
Unless kill another god for new Authority—otherwise, for breakthrough, find convenient eating way.
Li Ye thought about this before school started, but now seemed solvable.
Nutritional Supplements with Dragon Blood component!
One Nutritional Supplement 5 points, with Five Flavors Chopsticks giving him 15 points Qi and Blood.
Palm-length, test tube-like Nutritional Supplements—hundreds would fill just ten-plus mineral water bottles.
Such little liquid, completely unnoticeable.
These, he could exchange via Experience Points, plus daily Canteen meals—reaching Four Dragon Gates wouldn’t take long.
“If going for Experience, how to exchange Nutritional Supplements?” Li Ye asked.
“You want Nutritional Supplements?”
Yao Lèdān said oddly: “That stuff isn’t great, not as good as high-end ingredients. Not on market, only school quotas. To exchange, one Demonic Creature for one.”
Li Ye nodded—that Experience Points better refresh regularly!
