Slaughter to Prove Your Dao: Unlock the Great Sage Equal to Heaven at the Start!

The principal's office was filled with the aroma of tea, but the atmosphere was a bit too lively.

The principal was a kind, bald old man, rubbing his hands together.

Looking at Chen Xing sitting on the sofa, his eyes lit up.

It's like looking at a walking, human-shaped gold mountain.

"Chen Xing, sit down, sit down, don't be nervous."

The principal personally poured him a cup of tea.

"I called you over today to give you a heads-up."

"Your awakening to S-rank this time is not only an honor for the school, but also a source of pride for the entire city of Shenzhen!"

Chen Xing nodded obediently: "Thank you, Principal. It's all thanks to the school's excellent upbringing."

It's just polite talk; anyone can say that.

"Good, good, good, don't be arrogant or impatient, good child!"

The principal was even more satisfied and lowered his voice.

"I'm telling you, the news has already spread."

"The admissions officers from the four top martial arts universities will definitely be there tomorrow, or at the latest the day after!"

"It's possible that big shots from the province or the alliance will take notice!"

"Which four?"

Chen Xing asked cooperatively, even though he knew the answer perfectly well.

"Beidou Martial Arts University, located in the capital, is the best in the country, with the strongest resources and the most rules."

"Shanghai Martial Arts University, located on the coast of the East China Sea, has abundant commercial and overseas resources and is very resourceful."

"Shenzhen Martial Arts University, a local institution, is backed by the Southern Theater Command, offering plenty of real-world combat opportunities."

"Jiangnan Military Academy has the strongest military background. Once you enter, you're practically a soldier. The discipline is strict, but once you graduate, you're a future officer."

The principal knew them all like the back of his hand.

"You're an S-class character, a hot commodity! They'll be fighting tooth and nail to get you!"

The principal leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Remember, don't rush to agree to any offer!"

"Compare prices at three stores, no, compare prices at four stores!"

"You should only consider those who offer the best terms, the most resources, and the most reliable promises!"

"What cultivation techniques, combat skills, elixirs, equipment, exclusive mentors, slots in secret realms...?"

"Speak up! You deserve it!"

Chen Xing almost burst out laughing when he saw that the principal was even more excited than he was.

This principal is a good person; he truly teaches students how to get along with others and what benefits they can get.

"Principal, I understand. We'll sit back and watch them roll."

Chen Xing summarized.

"That's right! That's exactly what I mean!"

The principal slapped his thigh, turned around, and pulled a bank card from his drawer.

He clenched his fists, his expression becoming arrogant.

"Oh, and this too."

He pushed the card over; there was a small note attached to it with six zeros handwritten on it.

"This is a small token of appreciation from the school, and it's also a special award for top students approved by the Municipal Education Bureau."

"Three hundred thousand Chinese Yuan is the start-up capital."

Chen Xing took the card; it felt slightly cool to the touch.

"Thank you, Principal."

"Hey, stop with the fluff."

The principal waved his hand.

"Also, I will keep Xia Qingyun and Lin Moyan informed."

"The three of you S-class can communicate with each other, but the final choice is up to you."

"By the way, that kid Lin Moyan..."

The principal's expression was a little strange.

"After he awakened, he disappeared without a trace, seemingly running off to a music store in the back alley with his beat-up guitar."

"But he seems quite interested in you."

After awakening, he even specifically asked me, "Does Chen Xing usually use sticks?"

With sticks?

Chen Xing's heart skipped a beat.

This guy has such sharp senses?

Or is there something special about his S-level Qin Demon talent?

"I understand, thank you for reminding me, Principal."

"Get ready! Tomorrow, show us the spirit of Shenzhen No. 1 Middle School students!"

The principal concluded with a word of encouragement, then added...

"Of course, don't hesitate to give them the benefits they deserve!"

As I stepped out of the principal's office, the setting sun bathed the corridor in gold.

Chen Xing, carrying his schoolbag, strolled home.

His home is in an old district of Shenzhen, in an ordinary neighborhood.

My father, Chen Qingshan, is an elite demon hunter who spends most of his time in the wilderness outside the city walls.

His mother died in a monster attack when he was young, and the father and son depended on each other for survival.

As I unlocked the door, a rich aroma of meat and alcohol wafted out.

In the living room, there was a tall man.

Wearing old combat uniforms.

A middle-aged man with a scar on his face but a hearty smile.

Just like several others who were equally burly and strong.

The burly men sat around the hot pot, their faces flushed from drinking.

"Old Chen, your son is back!" a bald, burly man with sharp eyes shouted.

"Son, you're back?"

"Come quick, your Uncle Wang and the others hunted a 'Ironback Mountain Boar,' the meat is really tender!"

When Chen Qingshan saw Chen Xing, his eyes lit up and he waved.

"Xiao Xing, come quick!"

"Xiao Xing is back!"

Several older demon hunters greeted him with smiles.

They were all Chen Qingshan's sworn brothers.

"Dad, Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, Uncle Zhao."

Chen Xing changed his shoes and walked over to sit down naturally.

Chen Qingshan got him the best piece of leg meat.

"How was your awakening today?"

Chen Qingshan asked casually, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.

The others at the table also stopped eating and looked over.

Chen Xing swallowed the meat and took a sip of his drink.

Only then, under the expectant gazes of everyone, did he calmly say:

"Not bad, S-rank, called [Battle Saint Body]."

pat.

Chen Qingshan dropped his chopsticks on the table.

Gudong.

Uncle Wang, who was standing next to him, choked on a mouthful of wine and coughed violently.

"What the heck? S-rank? What combat?" Uncle Li picked at his ear.

"Old Chen, your son said... S-level?" Uncle Zhao's eyes widened like saucers.

Chen Qingshan suddenly stood up and grabbed Chen Xing's shoulders with both hands.

His voice trembled slightly: "Son, say it again? It really is S-class?"

"Hmm, S-rank, Battle Saint Body."

"The other two classes also produced an S-level ink painting artist and an S-level legendary zither player."

Chen Xing confirmed it and then picked up a piece of tripe.

"My goodness..."

"ദ്ദി^._.^)!"

Uncle Wang murmured,

"S-rank... Old Chen, your family's ancestral graves must be emitting auspicious smoke!"

"No, it's breathing fire!"

Chen Qingshan suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, patting Chen Xing's shoulder forcefully.

The clapping sounded loudly:

"Good! Good lad! You truly are worthy of being my son, Chen Qingshan's son!"

"S-rank! Hahaha!"

"Old Wang, Old Li, Old Zhao, see that? My son! S-rank!"

The men realized what was happening and raised their glasses.

"Congratulations, Lao Chen! Congratulations, Xiao Xing! Future war gods, one of them has to go!"

The atmosphere instantly became electric.

Chen Xing drank a few beverages with him.

Seeing my father so happy, like a child, warmed my heart.

He didn't talk about the system, not because he didn't trust it.

Rather, it's because this thing is so shocking that the fewer people who know about it, the better.

After a few rounds of drinks, Chen Xing noticed that his father's excitement had subsided somewhat.

He put down his chopsticks and said, "Dad, there's something I need to tell you."

"Tell me! What do you want? Dad will get it for you!"

Chen Qingshan patted his chest.

His face was full of arrogance, as if to say, "My son is S-class, I own the world."

"I want to practice with club-type weapons."

Chen Xing carefully chose his words, "Also... I want to go out of the city, kill monsters, and get some real combat experience."

The table fell silent for a moment.

Several demon hunter uncles all looked at Chen Qingshan.

Venturing out of the city to slay demons is no joke.

Even if it's just a relatively safe buffer zone near the city walls.

It is also fraught with danger for newly awakened students.

Chen Qingshan's smile slowly faded as he looked at his son.

Chen Xing's eyes were calm, but deep within them was a familiar kind of determination.

even……

It was very well hidden.

A thirst for battle and blood.

That look in his eyes doesn't seem like that of a student who has just turned eighteen.

They're more like those old hunters who've spent years licking blood from the wilderness.

"The reason?" Chen Qingshan asked only two words.

"I need to fight, I need to see blood."

"The Battle Saint Body can only grow rapidly in battle."

"Moreover, I want to truly experience the demonic beasts before the martial arts college entrance examination."

Chen Xing's answer was half true and half false.

Chen Qingshan stared at him for a full ten seconds, then suddenly grinned.

He revealed a set of teeth that were slightly yellowed from smoking:

"Alright! My son's an S-rank, it's time he saw the world! Old Wang!"

"Hey, Brother Chen!"

Bald Uncle Wang replied.

"I remember you raided an abandoned supply point last time and got a C-grade 'Mystic Iron Rod'? You haven't used it yet, have you?"

"No! That thing is incredibly heavy, hard to sell, it's still in my car!"

"Give it to me! My son can use it first!"