Reborn as the Strongest Immortal Cultivator in Modern Times

In the following days, Ye Yu stopped practicing boxing in the school park and instead went to a secluded grove of trees that Lu Zhuofeng had told her about.

Once the smell in her house had mostly dissipated, Ye Yu immediately moved out.

Professor Luo would go to the park to look for Ye Yu every day, but he never saw Ye Yu again.

This made him extremely annoyed, regretting that he hadn't asked Ye Yu for more information at the time.

Ye Yu's favorite place was the school library, where she tried to find the information given by the two yellow cloth strips in the books, but to no avail.

That day, Ye Yu was reading in the library as usual when she heard two girls sitting next to her talking quietly.

"Hey, have you heard? That Korean taekwondo gym is coming to our school tomorrow to hold a tournament and recruit students."

"I've heard about it. The school's online forum has been discussing this all these days."

"This place called 'Binghun Dojo' is located near our school. They even put up a huge banner saying that martial arts originated in Korea. Members of the martial arts associations from several surrounding schools couldn't stand them, so they went to their dojo to have a match, and they were all beaten down."

"And I heard they are particularly ruthless; anyone who loses a fight either loses a hand or a leg."

"My God! This South Korean country is really too arrogant. It's obvious that the world's martial arts originated from China."

"Sigh, but several groups of people went and none of them could beat them. On the contrary, because of this, their reputation grew, and many people signed up to fight them."

"I don't know what these compatriots are thinking. If they sign up, aren't they admitting that martial arts originated from them?"

"Yes, so they become even more arrogant and go to various universities to compete, using the competitions to spread their fame, so that they can recruit more students."

"How could the school possibly agree to let them come in to compete?"

“If the school disagrees, they will mock us, saying: China claims that culture knows no borders, so how could a top university not allow them to come to the school for exchange and learning?”

"Sigh, I'm really in a dilemma."

"However, our school's senior Lin Qiao is very powerful. He is the prized disciple of Teacher Nie and Teacher Luo, and also a key member of the martial arts association. Dealing with them should not be a problem."

"Yes, let's go to the martial arts venue early tomorrow to cheer them on."

Because the library was so quiet, even though the two of them were speaking very softly, it still sounded out of place.

After being quietly reminded by the students around them, they apologized and stopped discussing the matter.

Ye Yu listened to their conversation and smiled faintly.

I thought to myself, although people always talk about boycotting Japanese goods and resisting foreign worship, when have they ever really done it?

It's not just talk; people still chase after popular celebrities and follow their trends.

After all, they haven't experienced the baptism of war. It's not that they're unpatriotic, it's just that they lack a deeper understanding of it.

Ye Yu returned the book she was holding and walked out of the library.

She was thinking about the conversation between the two girls in the library earlier, and she didn't really like Koreans either.

I have already developed feelings for China, not to mention the long and rich history of Chinese civilization, how could they, a small-time thief country, compare?

Moreover, which country's martial arts didn't originate from China? It's not just South Korea's Taekwondo, but also Japan's Karate, etc., all of which originated from Chinese martial arts.

Since I have nothing else to do, I'll go to the martial arts venue tomorrow and see just how good Byunghun Dojo really is.

Kyoto University Martial Arts Hall

Ye Yu strolled slowly toward the martial arts venue. Before she even got close, she saw a long queue already forming at the entrance.

"It seems these students really care about this," Ye Yu whispered.

"Of course! This concerns our dignity as Chinese people, and the dignity of Peking University students. How dare a tiny country like South Korea challenge us?"

Ye Yu turned her head to look to the side and saw Chen Qiqi and Luo Yatian standing next to her, arm in arm.

Luo Yatian said, "Ye Yu, we haven't seen you much since you moved out. You're like a dragon that's only seen once in a short time."

Ye Yu smiled faintly, "I usually just go between two points; I go back home as soon as I don't have classes."

Chen Qiqi nodded: "No wonder I rarely see you. But you're here to join in the fun today too? Let me tell you, Lin Qiao will definitely be here today, he's so handsome."

Ye Yu and the other two chatted casually as they lined up and followed the crowd into the martial arts arena.

The martial arts venue was very large, capable of accommodating five or six thousand people. When Ye Yu and his companions entered, it was already packed with people.

They searched for quite a while before finally finding a spot on the very edge.

Luo Yatian said thankfully, "Luckily we arrived early, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get a seat."

Ye Yu didn't speak, but focused her gaze on the arena in the middle of the martial arts arena.

After a while, Luo Jun walked to the center of the arena, where he would preside over today's competition.

He held the microphone and said, "Today is a martial arts exchange between our Kyoto University Martial Arts Association and Byung-ken Dojo. I hope everyone can remember the principle of 'friendship first, competition second'."

"Now, please invite both teams to the stage."

A boy with sharp features, a buzz cut, and wearing a tracksuit was the first to come up on stage.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, screams erupted in the stadium.

Sitting next to Ye Yu, Chen Qiqi exclaimed excitedly, "Ah, it really is Senior Lin Qiao! He's the first one to go on stage!"

Next, a man wearing a white taekwondo uniform came up from the Byunghun Dojo. He had a black belt around his waist with his name embroidered in gold thread on one side, and two more lines embroidered below his name.

Ye Yu had previously learned that a second-degree black belt was already eligible to participate in national competitions.

The two exchanged greetings and began to probe each other.

Judging from their movements and techniques, Ye Yu could basically confirm that their skill levels were not far apart.

The people from Bingxian Dojo had more leg techniques, while Lin Qiao used a combination of fists, palms, and legs. The two fought back and forth for about twenty minutes, and both of them were injured.

The onlookers were also very anxious, as everyone could see that the two of them were clearly starting to run out of energy.

Finally, Lin Qiao seized an opening and punched the man from Bingxian Dojo in the head, thus determining the winner.

The people outside the stadium cheered instantly when they saw Lin Qiao win.

Although Lin Qiao won, he was beaten black and blue, covered in injuries, and seemed to be out of his mind.

As Luo Jun and the others breathed a sigh of relief, they quickly had several students from the association help Lin Qiao down to rest.

The members of Byungheon Dojo seemed to have not expected this situation, and with grim faces, they carried the person lying on the ring off the stage.

A man with slanted, triangular eyes stepped onto the stage, picked up a microphone, and said with a forced smile, "Your school truly has outstanding students! You've successfully defeated our most outstanding disciple. I wonder if I could have a friendly spar with the master of that young man from before?"

Ye Yu glanced at the five lines on the man's belt.

Luo Jun stepped onto the stage and said to him, "Master Li Zexiong is too modest. My apprentice was just lucky."

"I greatly admire Professor Luo for being able to teach such an outstanding disciple. I wonder if we could exchange some pointers?"

Luo Jun maintained a smile on his face, but inwardly he was cursing this damned Korean. He said aloud, "Since Master Li has invited me, then I will respectfully accept."