Hunting God Era

Chapter 8 The Right to Experiment
After cleaning up the dishes, Li Ye returned to his room, but instead of going to sleep immediately, he continued practicing the guiding exercises.

As a high school sophomore who practices martial arts, Li Ye's breakfast, regardless of its abundance, is certainly large in quantity.

I ordered a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and bread, along with eggs, tofu, milk, a plate of fruit, and a large bowl of fried rice.

Under normal circumstances, Li Ye can eat his fill, and he still can now, but he will definitely go out and do something else.

I felt full, but my energy and blood circulation didn't improve much.

High-quality ingredients are expensive, but everyday meals aren't that expensive.

Li Ye still had some money. He had 300 yuan of pocket money every week and didn't have many other expenses, so he had saved some money.

At 6:30 a.m., Li Ye rode his electric scooter away from home, crossed a street, and arrived at a beef noodle restaurant.

The noodle shop is small, located next to an intersection, but it's quite popular.

The owner always makes noodles by hand, and a bowl costs ten yuan. There are quite a few customers.

"Boss, ten bowls of noodles, please."

Li Ye walked into the shop and shouted to the owner behind the counter, "Add fried egg and sausage, medium spicy."

The owner, busy making ramen, glanced up at him but didn't seem particularly surprised.

People of this age can eat a lot even without practicing martial arts, let alone such a large quantity; they must be martial arts students.

Within minutes, the first bowl of noodles was served. The noodle soup, with scallions, had a few thinly sliced ​​beef on it, and a fried egg on top.

Li Ye picked up his chopsticks and started eating, like a whale sucking up water. He ate a fried egg in two bites, then picked up noodles mixed with beef and finished the bowl of noodles in a few bites. He then picked up the bowl and drank the soup to the last drop.

The blood and qi were pulsating, with a slight increase; in terms of data, Li Ye himself judged it to be 0.002.

After finishing one bowl, another one came, and Li Ye didn't stop, taking another bowl and continuing to eat.

In less than half an hour, he finished all ten bowls of noodles.

80.023.

Li Ye took out his phone, scanned a hundred yuan, and rode his electric scooter to the next store.

This time he bought a hundred steamed buns, ate them while riding his bike, and finished them just as he arrived at school.

80.045.

The increase in his blood and energy was about the same, but the hundred steamed buns cost him 150.

Try it out after school; there's bound to be a cheaper way.

At 7:15, Li Ye arrived at the classroom.

"Brother Ye."

Good morning, Ye-ge.

Li Ye was quite popular in the preparatory class. Besides being good at academics and achieving an 'excellent' rating in martial arts assessment, he was also very good at interpersonal relationships.

In his second life, he would be living with a bunch of kids, so naturally there wouldn't be much conflict.

As soon as Li Ye sat down, the chubby Deng Hao next to him exclaimed, "Brother Ye, did you encounter any demons last night?"

Li Ye looked over and saw Deng Hao chuckling: "I saw it on my phone. Someone filmed a video last night, and when I looked, it was your house, Brother Ye."

"I saw it too."

Jia Dong, who was in front of Deng Hao, turned around and asked, "Brother Ye, what kind of demon is that?"

Li Ye said, "It's just a Five Plague Ghost, nothing to worry about. Just pay attention to the hygiene of the environment and make sure the seasonings and chopsticks don't get moldy."

“They’re not stupid, how could they not see it?” Deng Hao and Jia Dong laughed.

After chatting for a few minutes, Deng Hao suddenly said, "Summer vacation is coming soon, and my family has found me a master chef. I heard he's very experienced. Do you want to give him a try?"

Jia Dong shook his head and said, "Forget about me. I'm not as rich as your family. I can barely make ends meet just for the expenses of the martial arts school."

His previous preparatory course grade was 'good', so we have the confidence to let him coast for another year.

"Brother Ye?"

"I have no money," Li Ye replied even more bluntly. "I even withdrew from the Thunderclap Martial Arts Academy."

"what?"

These words startled the two men, as they had never heard of such a thing.

Deng Hao asked anxiously, "Brother Ye, you're not really switching to humanities, are you?"

"No, I just feel it's unnecessary. I'm confident I can achieve my goal of entering the Dragon Gate this summer," Li Ye said with a smile.

He switched to humanities before he gained power, and he switched back to humanities after he gained power?

Then wouldn't that power have been obtained for nothing?
"Brother Ye is awesome, you're so confident." Deng Hao gave a thumbs up and turned to Jia Dong, saying:

"I'll most likely break through to the martial arts level this summer, Dong, don't embarrass me. We can't train for nothing in the end."

"So what if it's all for nothing? Does it mean I can break the law with my martial arts? You guys know about the fight I got into last semester, right? The other guy used the Swimming Body Palm technique, and I lost eight thousand with one move of the Old Ape Hanging Seal!"

Jia Dong rolled his eyes and continued, "Try again next year, or if it doesn't work out, repeat a year and switch to humanities."

It is estimated that 70% of the students in the entire preparatory class, including Li Ye's class, will switch to humanities after the summer vacation. The rest will study for another year in their senior year, and if that doesn't work, they will have to give up.

In China, there is no option for high school students to repeat a year of martial arts training. While there is a saying that if you don't succeed in the liberal arts, you can try again the following year, there is no such option for preparatory courses.

As for martial arts, that's something that leads to the path of martial arts, and there's no need to repeat a grade.

Class officially started at 7:20.

The preparatory course combines both academic and practical skills. Although the teaching is not as detailed as the liberal arts course, it still ensures a solid foundation and sets aside half of the time for preparatory students to train.

As usual, we went to the playground to practice the guiding method for an hour before going back to class. In the morning, we taught Chinese and math, and by 10 o'clock, we started running laps and climbing.

It's not like running for test scores; it's just running laps, then quickly climbing up and down at a specific location, and then running laps again. While pushing your physical limits, it also makes your breathing more powerful and your stamina more endurance.

What the school teaches is an extension of the guiding method, which can't be considered very advanced.

At 11:40, after school, Li Ye's Qi and blood level reached 80.055.

The influence of his authority allowed him to not only improve his qi and blood but also continue his cultivation, no longer in the stagnant stage as before.

Not only does eating improve his qi and blood, but he can also use this unlimited food to cultivate, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

Preparatory students do not go home for lunch, which is the only perk they receive at the school – a dedicated cafeteria provides them with lunch.

In terms of ingredients, it's better than home-cooked meals.

Deng Hao was the first to arrive at the cafeteria, and by the time Li Ye arrived, he had already grabbed a seat.

He saw Li Ye, reached out to greet him, and called out, "Brother Ye, we have armored pigs today."

The food in the cafeteria is not only better than usual, but sometimes there are also some high-quality dishes.

For example, the armored pig can also be considered a demon. It is a mutation of the wild boar, likes to live in the mountains, and has a hard shell like iron. Other habits are the same as those of the wild boar.

Ningjiang City is bordered by the Yangtze River to the south and mountains to the north. Ironclad pigs often come down from the mountains and ravage farmland, but the damage is not significant. In addition, they are part of the ecological niche and are considered a supplement, so they are only eradicated periodically.

Although the meat is of poor quality and very tough, like chewing jerky, it is said to strengthen the body, replenish vital energy, and even cure hemorrhoids. It is the kind of meat that works immediately after eating.

"Martial arts students are really awesome. I heard that only bullets can penetrate armored pigs." Jia Dong said with envy.

Demons like these provide training opportunities for martial arts students, and it seems that some of their school's martial arts students are involved this time.

If someone takes a seat, the others will naturally go to get food.

The sizzling stew is mostly made of pork offal, with some other meats.

The pork bone soup is served with pork bones and meat.

The roasted iron-clad pork is coated with a special sauce. This stuff is so good that it would even taste good with shoe soles, and it doesn't matter if the meat is dry.

Another big bowl of rice, filling a plate to the brim, like a small mound of earth.

The preparatory students have a good appetite, and the portions they are given are more than they can handle. If it's not enough, they can have another serving, but they usually can't finish it all.

"The meat is so hard to chew, it's like eating leather shoes."

Deng Hao boldly tore off a piece of meat with his hand, chewed it for a while before swallowing it, and said, "It's not as good as the meat my family buys."

"Alright, I know your family is rich. Eat up, you have training this afternoon."

Jia Dong ate slowly and deliberately, finally swallowing a piece of meat and drinking a sip of soup. He looked up at Li Ye and said, "Look, Brother Ye, you don't talk while you eat, Brother Ye?"

The two of them looked over and froze, their hands holding the food stopped, staring blankly at Li Ye, who was devouring the food like a whirlwind.

The tough, chewy pork belly was picked up by Li Ye with his chopsticks and bit into. He didn't even know if he chewed it properly before swallowing it down his throat.

The stew was poured over rice, and it was more like slurping it up than eating it; half of it disappeared in an instant.

He then took a few more bites of meat, slurped up the rice, picked up the bowl and drank the soup clean. Even the hard bones in the soup made a sound in his mouth, clearly being chewed up and swallowed.

"Why are you looking at me? Eat!"

Li Ye picked up his tray and walked towards the cafeteria window. "I'll get another one."

80.1!

The energy he gained from this meal was more than he gained from eating ten bowls of noodles and a hundred steamed buns, plus his morning training!

(End of this chapter)