Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

The entire audience was stunned!

The classroom was deathly silent.

Immediately afterwards, enthusiastic praise erupted.

Ye Chen looked at the two words, nodded thoughtfully, and his eyes were filled with fervor.

"A divine being... divine might as a prison, yet benevolent and loving. Possessing both thunderous methods and a bodhisattva's heart. This title truly belongs only to Brother Lin!"

Zhang Xuan gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.

"Lin Xiao, the god! So domineering! It's such a perfect description! From now on, I'll just say I'm the god's underling when I go out. The prestige is incredible!"

Bai Ling blinked her big eyes: "Brother Shenren, that sounds amazing!"

Even Su Daji looked at Lin Xiao with admiration in her beautiful eyes.

"Your Majesty is indeed a divine being! Even these mortals can see Your Majesty's extraordinary nature."

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Everyone looked at Lin Xiao with awe and reverence, regarding him as a living god walking among mortals.

Only Lin Xiao.

He froze on the leather sofa, his mouth twitching wildly, his entire face contorted in that instant.

A divine being?

This is incredible!

In the internet context of my hometown before I traveled there.

The term "superhuman" is usually roughly equivalent to "crazy person," "weirdo," "a complete idiot with a peculiar brain," or "king of silliness."

For example: The original poster is truly an amazing person.

The translation is: OP, are you out of your mind?

And now.

In this world of advanced martial arts.

Billions of people bowed down in worship, pointing their fingers at him with utmost reverence and shouting, "You are truly a god!"

This isn't a nationwide online referendum.

This is outright cyberbullying!

Lin Xiao felt like he had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, unable to swallow it or spit it out.

He looked at Mo Daozi, and then at the sincere eyes of the students around him.

A deep sense of powerlessness came over me.

Is this what they call the generation gap?

Is this the pain of cross-server chat?

"that……"

Lin Xiao weakly raised his hand, attempting a final struggle.

"Old Mo, could you tell the netizens to use a different term? Like... Martial Saint? Or Heavenly Emperor would be fine too? This 'divine being'... isn't it a bit too much..."

That's so insulting!

"Why!"

Mo Daozi waved his hand, interrupting Lin Xiao, with a look that said, "You don't understand."

"The Martial Saint is too vulgar! The Heavenly Emperor is too arrogant! Only the term 'Divine Man' truly represents simplicity and profound skill!"

"Moreover, this is the voice of hundreds of millions of people; it's the will of the people!"

"Lin Xiao, you must learn to accept this honor."

Mo Daozi patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder earnestly.

Lin Xiao covered her face in pain.

Destroy it, I'm tired.

"Please stop criticizing me... no, please stop praising me, I can't take it..."

Lin Xiao's voice trembled with tears.

However, this scene took on a completely different meaning in the eyes of others.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his admiration growing even stronger.

"To maintain such 'fear' and 'humility' in the face of such a supreme honor, and to regard fame and fortune as fleeting clouds... Brother Lin's state of mind is indeed far inferior to mine!"

Mo Daozi stroked his beard and sighed, "This young man is neither arrogant in victory nor seeking fame; his character is beyond my reach!"

Su Daji hugged Lin Xiao's arm tenderly, saying, "Your Majesty is too modest. If there were no Your Majesty in this world, who would dare to call themselves a god?"

Even the aloof Chang'e nodded, tacitly agreeing that this title suited Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao: "..."

He completely gave up on treatment.

Fine.

Whatever makes you happy.

I really can't stand this lousy school for even a second longer.

"Pack your things!"

Lin Xiao suddenly stood up, gritting his teeth as he spoke, exuding a terrifying aura as if he wanted to vent his anger on someone.

"Tomorrow morning, off to Kyoto!"

"I'll show those so-called aristocratic families what a real surprise is!"

Since this "superhuman" label can't be removed...

Then let's go to Kyoto and beat those guys who voted for this title into real "gods"!

The next morning.

A private jet painted with the "Huayang Martial Arts University" emblem soared into the sky at dawn.

on the plane.

Lin Xiao looked through the porthole at Huayang Martial Arts University, which was gradually shrinking below, and his gaze became profound.

Kyoto, the three major schools, and the freshmen of Wuhan University.

Your "god-like" person...

coming.

……

The private jet pierced the clouds and landed steadily on the runway with a slight vibration as its landing gear lowered.

Before the plane had even come to a complete stop, Liu Bo's voice, as if he'd been injected with chicken blood, came over the cabin intercom.

"Attention! Attention! We have arrived in the Kyoto war zone! Gentlemen and ladies, please check your belongings. Don't litter with sunflower seed shells. Our Huayang Martial Arts University is now a prestigious institution; we must maintain the decorum of a prestigious institution!"

With a hiss, the air pressure valve released air, and the hatch slowly opened.

The dry air, characteristic of the north, rushed in instantly, dispersing the constant temperature and coolness inside the cabin.

Lin Xiao stretched and just as he unbuckled his seatbelt, Liu Bo shot off like a rocket.

Immediately afterwards, a foreman-like commanding voice came from below.

"Red carpet! Hurry up! It's crooked, it's crooked, move it two centimeters to the left! This is for Young Master Lin's sake, we need to have a sense of ceremony, understand?"

"Where's the chilled plum juice? And you there, open up the parasol, don't let Miss Su and Fairy Chang'e get sunburned!"

Lin Xiao walked to the cabin door and glanced down, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Good guy.

Liu Bo was directing several bewildered airport ground staff.

A ten-meter-long, thick red carpet was laid out on the concrete helipad, with two rows of plastic flowers that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere on either side.

The overwhelming aura of nouveau riche is simply unbelievable.

"Is this Kyoto?"

Zhang Xuan yawned and came over, peering through the cabin door. His brows furrowed instantly.

"Wait a minute, Lao Mo, this place doesn't look like the helipad for the Pangu Seven Star Hotel. And the architectural style..."

He pointed to the distant, undulating cluster of buildings that exuded a chilling, iron-blooded aura, and asked suspiciously.

"Why does it look like a school?"

Lin Xiao also narrowed his eyes.

Even without his all-seeing eye, his keen senses detected the restless blood and qi in the air.

That wasn't just a few people, but tens of thousands of martial artists gathered together, forming a natural blood energy field.

Full of oppression.

"Good eyesight."

Mo Daozi, who had been sitting upright with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, gently shook his folding fan, and a sly smile appeared on his old face.

"This is indeed not a hotel, but—Huajing Martial Arts University."

"Huajing Wuhan University?"

Bai Ling lay on the small table, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers, and tilted her head to ask.

"Old Mo, weren't we supposed to be scouting out Peking University and Wuhan University? How did we end up at our arch-rival, Beijing University? Did the GPS take us astray?"

"No, no."

Mo Daozi stood up, straightened the collar of his Tang suit, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

"Dean Gu is from Beijing Martial Arts University after all, so he deliberately didn't come along to avoid suspicion. Our group was too conspicuous; we were intercepted by the former president of Huajing Martial Arts University as soon as we entered the airspace of Beijing."

"They said they heard that the 'genius' and several prodigies from Huayang Martial Arts University have arrived, and they insist on extending hospitality by inviting us for a 'friendly exchange'."

When Mo Daozi said the words "friendly exchange," he emphasized them, making people's teeth ache.

Lin Xiao understood instantly.

What kind of friendly exchange is this? It's clearly a trap.

Huayang Martial Arts University has been making headlines lately, especially with its top five students in the major exam and its "superhuman" title, which has given a resounding slap in the face to many prestigious universities.

Before the main players even landed, these local bullies couldn't sit still and wanted to test their mettle before the competition started.

If they win, it means Huajing Martial Arts University is awesome, rising to power by stepping on a god.

We lost, but it was a friendly match, so we stopped short of defeat.

He overheard this whole scheme on the plane.

"This is a show of force, isn't it?"

Holding his sword, Ye Chen coldly uttered a few words, his eyes blazing with excited fighting spirit: "Interesting."

"Oh dear, this is going to be difficult."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuan not only didn't get nervous, but instead scratched his head with a troubled expression, put his arm around Lin Xiao's shoulder, and looked at Mo Daozi earnestly.

"Mr. Mo, you did a bad job."

Mo Daozi was taken aback.

"How have I been dishonest?"