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

At the end of the red carpet, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, so shiny that even a fly would have to do the splits if it landed on him, quickly approached.

He was dressed in a well-tailored Zhongshan suit, with the standard government office smile on his face.

It was Li Yanfeng, the dean of the Weaponry Academy of Huajing Martial Arts University.

"Oh my, Mr. Mo! What a rare guest, a truly rare guest!"

Li Yanfeng grabbed Mo Daozi's hand and shook it vigorously, as if he had seen his long-lost father, his crow's feet crinkling into a wide smile.

"This must be the legendary Lin Xiao, right?"

Li Yanfeng turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Lin Xiao like a searchlight, his tone exaggerated, as if he were singing an aria.

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! This demeanor, this style, even in a place like our Huajing Martial Arts University where geniuses abound, is unparalleled!"

"The title 'divine being' is truly well-deserved!"

Lin Xiao felt his toes had already started working, almost carving out a magical castle on the red carpet.

This attempt to flatter someone to death is too crude; it tastes like artificial saccharin.

"Dean Li, you flatter me."

Lin Xiao remained expressionless, not even bothering to force a fake smile.

"It's just empty fame, nothing compared to your school's banner... The characters are quite large, you must have used a lot of ink, right? With this kind of grandeur, someone who didn't know better would think I'm here to ascend the throne."

Li Yanfeng's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and turned to the side to make a "please" gesture.

The main idea is that as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

"Not at all, not at all. This little bit of ceremony is necessary to welcome all of you outstanding talents. Come, come, please come inside, let's talk as we walk."

……

Stepping into the gates of Wuhan University of Technology and Design, the atmosphere changes abruptly.

If Huayang Wuda is full of nouveau riche and ostentatious vibes...

Then Huajing Martial Arts University is a truly top-tier institution of higher learning, exuding a Versailles-like aura of "I have profound knowledge and I am very noble".

Ancient trees line both sides of the cherry blossom avenue, their petals falling in profusion.

Countless young martial artists in neat school uniforms moved among them; the men were handsome and tall, and the women were youthful and beautiful.

The air wasn't filled with the smell of sweat, but rather the scent of money—a mixture of hormones and expensive perfume.

"Holy crap..."

Zhang Xuan's eyes widened instantly, almost dripping saliva onto his Taoist robe. He looked just like a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the city.

"This is what Wuhan University should be like! This is what life should be like!"

He pointed to a group of girls wearing short skirts and carrying books walking by the roadside, and slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Look at those legs! Look at that collagen! I love this pure and alluring style! Brother Lin, I feel like my Dao heart is wavering!"

"Master, that old man, wasn't lying to me. Who says it's hard to temper one's heart in the mortal world? Who says it's bitter to be involved in worldly affairs? Being involved in worldly affairs is wonderful!"

Ye Chen, holding his sword, glanced at him coldly as if he were trash.

"Have some self-respect, will you? You have Bai Ling and Nalan Qing at school, why don't you flirt with them?"

"Tch, you don't understand."

Zhang Xuan instantly dropped his lewd expression, straightened his collar with a serious face, and adopted a mysterious and unfathomable demeanor.

"Bai Ling is my brother's fangirl; if you touch her, you'll be poisoned. Nalan is my brother; if you touch him, you'll be stabbed to death with a flying knife."

"I just like this kind of pure, gentle, and delicate young lady... Hehehe."

Lin Xiao rubbed his forehead.

Bringing this thing out is even more embarrassing than bringing that tacky banner at the entrance.

It reminded him of Zhang Jiaming from the Hundred Ghosts Parade instance; they truly were worthy of being fellow disciples.

Li Yanfeng led everyone on a long walk around the campus, seemingly enthusiastically introducing the campus scenery, but in reality, every step he took was a calculated move.

He deliberately led everyone past the "Hall of Fame of Grandmasters", "Divine Weapon Exhibition Hall" and "Hundred Times Gravity Training Room" of Huajing Martial Arts University, his words filled with a sense of superiority.

"This is our school's gravity chamber, which was just renovated last year. It only cost about 300 million yuan, nothing special..."

"This is the battle sword left behind by Senior Brother Wang, who graduated two years ago. It slew an eighth-tier demonic beast and has been gathering dust here ever since..."

This is hardly a visit.

This is clearly a classic case of "Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden".

That was specially made for Granny Liu to see, so that these "country bumpkins" would feel ashamed and experience a sense of class disparity.

Unfortunately.

The people of Huayang were completely unmoved by this level of flaunting of wealth; in fact, they almost wanted to laugh.

In terms of financial resources alone, Huayang Martial Arts University is no less than any other martial arts university; its only problem is a lack of foundation.

Upon reaching a magnificent domed building, Li Yanfeng suddenly stopped, slapped his forehead as if he had just remembered something, and his acting was slightly exaggerated.

"Oh dear, look at my memory. This is our No. 1 Gymnasium, and there are quite a few outstanding students there today, exchanging skills and techniques."

"Master Mo, you're a remarkable person. Since you're already here, why not go in and offer some guidance?"

Mo Daozi gently shook his folding fan, his old eyes narrowed slightly, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Dean Li, isn't your map of Yan a bit too short? Are you already planning to pull out your dagger?"

Li Yanfeng laughed and pretended to be stupid.

"Old Mo is really joking. I'm just looking, that's all. Young people need to communicate more to make progress."

After saying that, he pushed open the door of the stadium first.

"boom--!!"

The moment the door opened, a huge wave of sound, like a tsunami, rushed towards us.

The stadium, which can hold 30,000 people, was completely full!

The deafening shouts, screams, and cheers, mixed with the light and shadow of countless glow sticks waving, instantly engulfed the crowd.

This is hardly a martial arts sparring match.

This is clearly a concert of a top idol!

The light sticks for support and the shouts of encouragement are so professional it's almost heartbreaking.

On the central stage of the arena, spotlights shone intently on two figures.

One of them was dressed in pure white, holding a long sword. He was tall and slender, with a handsome face that was almost otherworldly. His makeup was exquisite, and he had clearly just come out of the dressing room.

Every time he draws his sword, it's accompanied by dazzling sword energy effects. His movements are so elegant, like dancing a waltz, that every frame could be used as wallpaper.

"Zhang Shaoqing! Zhang Shaoqing!"

"Senior Shaoqing has gone berserk! I want to have your babies!"

"Ahhh! This damn charm! I can't resist!"

The girls in the stands screamed wildly, and some even fainted on the spot and had to be carried out on stretchers.

Meanwhile, Zhang Shaoqing's opponent, a burly man, was making exaggerated dodging movements in perfect coordination.

Even though she wasn't even touched, she acted as if she was frantically flirting with life and death, delivering an acting performance worthy of an Oscar.

"What a brilliant move, the 'Wind-Sweeping Willow Sword'!"

Li Yanfeng stood on the stands, pointing down with a smug look on his face.

"This is Zhang Shaoqing, an outstanding second-year student from our Weaponry Academy. He's not particularly talented, but he's incredibly diligent in his sword practice. Please excuse his lack of talent."

diligent?

Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes, a golden light flashing deep within his pupils.

[The all-seeing eye analyzes.]

[Target: Zhang Shaoqing]

[Realm Level: Peak of First Tier]

【Technique: Flowing Cloud Sword Technique (Incomplete Version, Modified Performance Style)】

[Review: Showy but impractical (extremely visually appealing, extremely poor in real combat).]

[Hidden Note: To maintain his hairstyle and elegant movements, he deliberately sacrificed 30% of his sword speed and 70% of his lethality. The sword wasn't even sharpened, for fear of injuring his delicate fingers.]

[Actual return rate: -100% (It's utterly useless except for scamming naive young girls and exploiting their lack of knowledge).]

Lin Xiao's lips twitched violently.

Good guy.

These days, even the martial arts world is starting to adopt the fan culture model?

This isn't martial arts training, this is training to "debut"!

"Old Mo..."

Lin Xiao leaned close to Mo Daozi's ear and lowered his voice.

"This isn't a friendly sparring match, it looks like the set of a large-scale historical drama! The acting is a bit over the top. Did that burly guy trip over his own feet just now?"

"This match-fixing is so bad, even my grandma could win."

Mo Daozi was also speechless, covering half of his face with his folding fan.

"Seeing through something but not saying it, that's called performance art."

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The name 【Li Yanfeng】 comes from reader @LoveIsJustAnIllusion.

The name 【Zhang Shaoqing】 comes from reader @Zhou Bodong who likes pushing waves.

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