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

An hour later, Song Chen was led to the backyard of the martial arts school by an old man in a gray robe.

He came to see the house the martial arts school had arranged.

"This way, please."

The old man was very respectful, and his tone carried a hint of curiosity. He had just heard about the battle in the martial arts arena, where the eighteen-year-old boy in front of him had actually fought to a draw with Steward Wang.

After passing through several moon gates, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before me.

A quiet residential area came into view.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, small bridges and flowing water, several three-story buildings are scattered among the green trees.

A faint floral fragrance wafted in the air, and the occasional birdsong drifted by, creating a world completely different from the hustle and bustle outside.

The old man explained, "This is the residential area for the staff and employees of our Shenlong Martial Arts School."

"The residents are all core members of the martial arts school and their families. You can rest assured about their safety. There are several third-level martial artists stationed in the community on a rotating basis, and the guards at the gate are all formal martial artists. The school master usually lives here."

Song Chen nodded and followed him inside.

He encountered several martial artists in training uniforms on the way, and they all looked at him with curiosity when they saw the temporary pass on his chest.

But when they noticed the old man's attitude, their eyes turned to surprise and respect.

The old man stopped in front of a three-story building.

"arrive."

Song Chen raised her head.

This is a detached small building with two osmanthus trees planted in front of the door.

The building has three floors, each with large floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of sunlight, making it exceptionally bright.

The old man pushed open the door and led him inside.

"This small building is 500 square meters. The first floor has a living room, kitchen and dining room, and the second and third floors have bedrooms and a training room. There are small courtyards in the front and back, where you can grow flowers or practice your skills."

The living room on the first floor is very large, about 70 or 80 square meters, with a lush green lawn outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The furniture was all brand new, with a faint scent of wood. The kitchen was fully equipped with all the necessary utensils, and the refrigerator was even crammed with food.

"Did the martial arts school provide all of this?"

Song Chen was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that a martial arts school would be built in such an antique style in the bustling city center.

The old man smiled and said, "This is standard for core members. If you have any special requests, please feel free to mention them."

Song Chen went upstairs to take a look.

There are four bedrooms on the second floor, each with its own bathroom.

The third floor is even more special; the entire floor is a huge training room with a specially made alloy plate on the floor and spiritual energy arrays engraved on the walls to absorb impacts.

Various training equipment were placed in the corner, along with a separate shower room.

He stood in the center of the meditation room, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The entire residential compound is visible.

In the distance, the high-rise buildings of the inner city stand side by side, and further away, the city wall winds like a giant dragon. The afterglow of the setting sun shines in, dyeing the entire space golden.

"Are you satisfied?" the old man asked from the top of the stairs.

Song Chen nodded: "Very good."

He took out the core member badge he had just received from his pocket and pinned it to his chest.

The badge is dark gold, with a soaring dragon engraved on it, along with the two small characters "Song Chen".

From today onwards, he is no longer alone.

He has a martial arts school as his backing and a safe home for his parents to live in.

But he also knew that this was just the beginning.

Song Chen took out his phone and called his parents.

The call was quickly answered, and Li Xiuying's voice came through: "Son, we're strolling in the park. It's so beautiful!"

Song Chen listened to his mother's excited voice, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Mom, the house has been settled. You can come back when you're done having fun. I'll send you the address. You can handle the moving yourself."

Li Xiuying was taken aback: "Moving? You're not coming back?"

"I have something to do. The martial arts college entrance exam starts in ten days, and I need to go out for some special training."

"Another special training session? And another trip out of the city?" Li Xiuying's voice was filled with worry.

"Yes, this is the last time. It'll be over after the exam."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Song Zhengye's voice came through: "Go ahead, be careful."

"Dad, please take care of yourselves. Move as soon as possible, don't worry about the cost."

……

After hanging up the phone, Song Chen took a deep breath.

The martial arts college entrance exam is in ten days.

This is the "college entrance examination" of this world, but it is a hundred times more important than the college entrance examination of the previous life.

The results of the martial arts college entrance examination determine which university you can attend, your future cultivation resources, and even how far you can go.

The gap between top universities and ordinary universities is greater than the gap between a person and a dog.

He had to go, not just to go to college, but also for those awards.

The top ten in the martial arts college entrance examination will receive generous rewards, including qi and blood potions, cultivation techniques, weapons, and even the opportunity to enter a secret realm for cultivation.

These are resources that you can't buy with money under normal circumstances.

However, his current strength is still unstable. The Great Xia has so many talented people; he needs to become stronger.

At the very least, I need to break through the second level before the college entrance examination and make up for my weaknesses.

He walked out of the small building, left the family compound, and headed straight for the city gate.

Along the way, he encountered many martial artists.

Some had just returned from outside the city, covered in blood; others were about to leave the city, hurrying along; and still others were trading crystal cores by the roadside, the sounds of bargaining filling the air.

But as he walked by, everyone's eyes were on him.

No, it was the dark gold badge on his chest that I was looking at.

"A core member of the Shenlong Martial Arts School?" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

"So young? A core member?"

"That Thunder Blade that fought Wang Tieshan to a draw?"

"I heard he's only eighteen years old..."

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Some people nodded to him, some looked on with envy, and some even walked over and respectfully clasped their hands in greeting.

Hearing the words in his ear, Song Chen paused for a moment, then nodded and continued walking forward.

This feeling... is a bit strange.

Before, when he walked down the street, no one would give him a second glance.

Now? Everyone who sees the badge on his chest automatically makes way for him.

Is this how you get what you deserve for your abilities?

Surprisingly, it was quite comfortable; fame and fortune, indeed.

We've arrived at the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city saw him and immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Lord Song Chen, are you leaving the city?"

Song Chen was momentarily dazed; he had become "Your Excellency" as well.

But he quickly recovered and nodded slightly: "Yes, out of the city."

The soldier glanced at the sky, hesitating slightly: "Sir, are you leaving the city alone..."

"fine."

The soldiers dared not say anything more and immediately waved for them to pass.

Song Chen passed through the city gate and entered the wilderness.

……

Another hour later, Song Chen stood in front of the ruins of Changqing City, stunned by the scene before him.

The road is blocked.

This was no ordinary roadblock; several three-meter-high alloy fences stretched across the road, covered with warning lights whose red and white glows were particularly glaring in the twilight.

Behind the fence, countless workers in uniform were busy at work. Some were building temporary structures, some were laying pipes, and others were operating small construction machinery to level the ground.

Further away, a dozen small spaceships hovered above the ruins.

Each spaceship had a huge cage hanging beneath it, completely covered by a black cloth, but a low, hissing sound could be faintly heard coming from inside.

What's going on here?