I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 11 New Ideas
After exercising, Chen Yu found his body to be lighter than he had imagined. Even through his sneakers, he could feel the tips of the thumbtacks on the soles of his feet and adjust the pressure according to the direction of the tips.

The once sharp tip is now as flat as the ground, and you can even adjust your center of gravity on it, something Chen Yu never dared to imagine before.

After performing several movements, Chen Yu's eyes widened, and he thought to himself, "Not bad, that's quite a burst of magical energy. But if possible, don't overdo it next time."

Ma Daqiang, who was standing to the side, wanted to help Chen Yu, but seeing how lightly Chen Yu moved on the thumbtacks, he couldn't help but say, "Brother Chen, you're amazing! You haven't wasted these three days of studying! Tell me honestly, are you studying so hard because you want to get into one of Baiyujing's seventy-two top universities?"

"With my grades, I never even dared to dream of this. My goal is to study archaeology at Tianyuan University."

Standing on the thumbtack, Ma Daqiang dodged a sneaky kick from Teacher Zhao, thought for a moment, and said, "I remember archaeology is a very easy major. With your quirky personality, what would you do in that major?"

"Do you think I want to participate? But if I don't participate now, I'll only be able to watch others do it from the security room later! To avoid having to participate later, I have no choice but to participate now!"

Seeing Chen Yu's righteous and stern demeanor, Ma Daqiang sincerely exclaimed, "Brother Chen, you're a real talent. I'll go easy on you during our sparring later, and I promise I won't attack any vital points."

"If you dare to get serious, you can forget about copying homework from now on."

"Godfather, please don't."

After half an hour of horse stance practice, Chen Yu exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

If this trend continues, I estimate that I will be able to successfully enter the seventh level of Qi Refining in a year, at which point I will have a better chance of passing the college entrance examination.

After everyone had finished resting, Teacher Zhao pulled a student aside and said, "Alright, the practical test is about to begin. You started cultivating at the age of six, and it's been eleven years now. Your foundation is already very solid, so I won't go into detail. Some of you also have families with cultivators, so you should know what the practical test is about."

"I know!" A petite girl immediately raised her hand. "I know!"

Watching the girl hopping around like a hamster, Teacher Zhao turned her head away helplessly and asked listlessly, "Does anyone else know?"

Finding no one else around, Teacher Zhao had no choice but to say, "Liu Qing, you answer."

The little girl jumped up excitedly and said, "The practical test tests your ability to respond to any challenge. The examiner will make a move, and the candidate will have to counter it. If you can handle three moves, you pass; five moves are excellent; and seven moves will get you full marks."

"Well said, sit down. Don't get so agitated next time."

"Teacher, please ask me next time you have this kind of question! I'm the class monitor, and it's my duty to help my classmates!"

"sit down!"

After asking Liu Qing to sit down, Teacher Zhao continued, "Just as Liu Qing said, the practical test assesses your ability to counterattack and retaliate. Physical fitness is fundamental for getting a high score, but don't put all your hopes on it. After all, the examiners are all experts at the tenth level of Qi Refining, and their physical fitness is even stronger than mine. This part tests your adaptability and comprehension. Chen Yu, come here for a moment."

Under Liu Qing's disapproving gaze, Chen Yu walked up to Teacher Zhao with a puzzled look. He heard Teacher Zhao say, "I'll get into position later, and you'll parry and counterattack. Don't worry, I'm not fast, you'll be able to react in time."

After saying that, Teacher Zhao slowly assumed a stance, which turned out to be the most basic straight punch.

Although it's just a straight punch, it's not that simple.

Because that was a level 10 straight punch.

According to the relevant martial arts rules promulgated by the Cultivator Committee, each martial arts technique can be divided into ten levels.

The first nine levels can be achieved with effort, but the tenth level is the pinnacle. The movements already have some martial arts flavor, and the related muscles and the way of exerting force are impeccable, which is very rare.

Teacher Zhao's movements were slow, but his sluggish movements carried an inescapable "momentum," giving people an overwhelming sense of despair. Just by seeing the opponent's movements, Chen Yu could feel the overwhelming pressure coming towards him, but within this avalanche-like force of punches, there was also a glimmer of hope.

After struggling to see the attack, Chen Yu finally found a glimmer of hope. His mind raced, and he managed to find a way to counter it, which he managed to break free of.

However, the counterattack had already blocked most of the escape routes, and the subsequent counterattacks were weak and powerless. Teacher Zhao's punch was hanging in front of them, about to fall.

With his eyes closed, Chen Yu was preparing to take the punch head-on when, unexpectedly, Teacher Zhao had already turned his fist into a finger and gently tapped Chen Yu's forehead.

"Well done, the level nine straight punch is truly impressive. And your foundation is solid, keep up the good work. In the college entrance exam, the examiners won't use such terrifying moves. They'll limit all moves to level five, but they'll introduce variations and hidden moves. Alright, let's start sparring, beginning with the simplest ones. Remember, start slowly. Slowing down gives you enough time to think, and once you've thought things through, going fast will be much easier."

With Teacher Zhao's guidance, Chen Yu and the others quickly found the knack and began practicing in pairs.

Although the movements are slow, you still can't beat your opponent if you don't thoroughly understand the basic principles of each move.

Chen Yu's opponent is naturally Ma Daqiang.

He was initially worried about whether he could beat his opponent, but once he actually got to the fight, he realized that body cultivators without brains were no different from big, dumb idiots.

After a few rounds, Ma Daqiang was panting heavily, his mind a complete mess, and he lay on the ground refusing to get up.

"I can't go on anymore, I can't fight anymore. I've never been this tired even when I spar with people in my dreams."

"Who are you sparring with?"

"The kids at the Sunflower Kindergarten next door! My win rate can stay at 90%!"

"...So there's still a 10% chance of losing? How could you lose to a kid!"

"Don't underestimate children! When you become a child, you'll understand how I feel."

Chen Yu looked at Ma Daqiang helplessly, feeling that the other man's brain had probably evaporated and that he was no longer speaking logically.

However, upon closer reflection, he realized that Ma Daqiang's previous statements seemed rather illogical.

After class, Chen Yu was still a little reluctant to leave.

I've been in high school for almost a year, and only today did I truly experience the joy of spiritual practice, so I want to experience it more.

So he asked Ma Daqiang for some dreams related to actual combat, explored them with great enthusiasm, and then withdrew in disappointment.

I couldn't find a good one.

Most free games are poorly made, and once you're in, you just randomly swing your fists around, and you don't want to play anymore after a while.

The paid games are too expensive, and most of them are region-locked for security reasons, so students from other cities can't play them.

"Isolationism is unacceptable. Wait, I think I've just realized something."

Looking at his slowly growing positive emotions, Chen Yu felt he had an idea.

(End of this chapter)