High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Zhou Xiaoman lowered her voice, her eyes gleaming with gossip.

"So...do you have any stories?"

Lin Qingxue didn't answer, her fingers tracing the edge of the phone back and forth.

The image that remains in my mind is still frozen in time: Song Chen shakes the blood off the knife, turns his face to the side towards the camera, and has a calm look in his eyes that comes from a sea of ​​blood.

A few months ago, Song Chen was a teenager who didn't even have the right to leave the city, but now he's become the "number one genius" that everyone in the Great Xia Dynasty is calling him.

The distance between her and him became astronomical units.

"I just sent him a message," Lin Qingxue said softly.

Zhou Xiaoman's gossip-loving spirit reached its peak.

"Did you message him first? Did he reply? What did he say?"

"He said..." Lin Qingxue's words trailed off.

Because the door to Training Room 7 was pushed open.

She looked up and saw a person standing in the doorway.

The dark gray martial arts uniform had several indelible dark gold stains on the lapel.

He carried a silver-white knife on his back, had handsome features, and a faint golden pattern deep in his pupils.

It looks exactly like the profile picture in the video.

The water cup slipped from Lin Qingxue's hand and hit the training mat with a dull thud.

Water spilled out, soaking the edges of the mat.

She didn't pick it up; she just stood there, stunned.

Zhou Xiaoman's gaze darted back and forth between the person at the door and Lin Qingxue three times before she finally recognized who it was, and her bag of potato chips slipped to the ground.

As Song Chen entered the training room, the scabbard of the Tianjun Blade gently touched the door frame with a clear metallic clang as he stepped in.

He walked up to Lin Qingxue and looked down at her.

She sat on the training mat, wearing a white training uniform, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, her phone resting on her lap.

The screen showed a video of his Qinghu base city, frozen on his profile as he shook off the blood from the knife.

"Nice screensaver."

Lin Qingxue's face flushed instantly, from her neck to the tips of her ears, and from the tips of her ears to her forehead.

She flipped her phone over abruptly, placing it face down on the mat. The movement was so fast that she almost threw the phone away.

"No...it's not a screensaver."

"By the way, you... what brings you here?"

Her voice trembled slightly.

"I came as soon as I received the message."

Song Chen's words were very calm, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

The council's private spaceship flew for half an hour from Anning City to Nanjiang Base City. He jumped down from a height of three thousand meters, crossed three streets, climbed over the wall into Nanjiang University, and walked to the second floor of the Third Martial Arts Training Hall.

In his words, "I'll be right there."

Lin Qingxue's fingers twisted together. She tried to stand up, but her legs felt weak.

Zhou Xiaoman was completely petrified. Her mouth was agape, her eyes were wide, her finger was pointing at Song Chen, and her lips trembled for a long time before she finally managed to utter two words.

"Song...Song..."

Song Chen glanced at her.

"Song Chen".

He is introducing himself.

Zhou Xiaoman gasped, then did the right thing.

She grabbed Lin Qingxue's hand, pulled her off the training mat, and pushed her in front of Song Chen.

Then he took three steps back to the corner, took out his phone and started typing frantically.

Log in to the Nanjiang University campus forum and start posting: "Song Chen is at Nanjiang University, on the second floor of the Third Martial Arts Training Hall!"

After sending it, I felt it wasn't enough, so I added another sentence.

"Alive! It's really alive!!!"

In the training room, Lin Qingxue stood in front of Song Chen, half a head shorter than him.

She could smell the aura of lightning-based spiritual energy on him, as well as a faint, lingering smell of blood that hadn't been completely washed away despite repeated washing.

"You're injured..." she said, looking at the mottled marks on his clothes.

"The Beast King's blood is not mine."

A moment of silence.

You've changed a lot.

"The same to you."

"Me? I'm only at the mid-stage of the first tier, with a Qi and Blood value of seven. Compared to you..."

Just then, several students wearing Nanjiang University training uniforms passed by the training room and glanced inside.

They saw a man dressed in dark gray clothes, carrying a knife, talking to Lin Qingxue.

Without thinking much, they walked over.

After about ten seconds, one of the students stopped walking.

"That person just now... the knife on their back, was it silver-white?"

"It seems so."

"Lin Qingxue's roommate posted on the forum that Song Chen is here!"

"Song Chen? The number one genius of Great Xia, Song Chen? Coming to Nanjiang University? Are you crazy? What would someone like that do here?"

The group walked away laughing.

In the training room, Song Chen and Lin Qingxue stood facing each other, with a fist's distance between them.

She didn't know what to say, and he wasn't very good at starting conversations either.

Then the training room door was pushed open, pushed open forcefully.

A boy wearing a training uniform from Nanjiang University stood at the door.

He was 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a broad build. He possessed second-tier psionic energy fluctuations and a handsome face, but his chin was held too high, which affected his overall appearance.

He was followed by two boys, both of whom were at the second level.

"Qingxue".

He called her affectionately, and then his gaze fell on Song Chen. There was a fluctuation of spiritual energy, but it was so well concealed that it was almost imperceptible.

He looks like an ordinary martial artist, at most at the second level.

"And who is this?" He raised his chin a little higher.

Song Chen looked at him without saying anything, not pretending, but genuinely having nothing to say.

Lin Qingxue frowned.

"Liu Ming, this is my high school classmate."

Liu Ming walked in and scanned Song Chen from head to toe.

"A classmate from Anning City?"

"Qingxue's high school classmate, right? I heard that Anning City is not a big place, so the martial artists who come from there are generally not of high rank. I can understand that."

He smiled, a smile that carried a standard, condescending air typical of scions of prominent families.

"I am Liu Ming, from the Liu family of Nanjiang. My father, Liu Chongshan, is the vice president of the Nanjiang Martial Arts Guild and a fourth-level martial artist. May I ask your name?"

Song Chen suddenly found it interesting, very interesting.

From Anning City to Tianhai City, from Yunbo Island to the sea, from the sea to the plateau, from the plateau to Nanjiang City.

All the opponents he encountered were strange beasts—some that could bite, some that could breathe freezing air, and some that could mark their territory with mental imprints.

He hadn't encountered a living person in a long time standing in front of him and trying to intimidate him with something like, "My father is the vice president of a certain city's martial arts guild."

"My name is Song Chen."

Liu Ming's smile faltered for a moment. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

A boy behind him leaned over and whispered, "Brother Ming, I feel like I've heard the name Song Chen somewhere before, maybe..."

Liu Ming waved his hand to interrupt him, too lazy to care about such things.

"Song Chen, right? Qingxue is doing quite well at Nanjiang University, and the resources of our Liu family in Nanjiang are not bad either."

"If you're just here to catch up, you can leave after you're done. Nanjiang University isn't a place that just anyone can walk into."

After saying that, Liu Ming looked at him with an arrogant expression.

Upon hearing this, Song Chen smiled, a very happy smile; he hadn't smiled like that in a long time.