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

A warm feeling welled up in Chen Xing's heart, mixed with a faint bittersweet feeling.

He nodded emphatically, his voice steady and firm:

"Dad, I understand."

"well!"

Chen Qingshan blinked hard, forcing back the dampness.

He turned and roared at the demon hunters clamoring below the stage:

"See that?! My son! The top scorer in the country! He can even fight! He's my son! Isn't that awesome?!"

"Awesome!!"

"Old Chen, you've got the absolute best luck!"

"Little Xing, don't forget your uncles when you become successful!"

Amidst cheers and envious shouts, the father and son walked off the ring arm in arm.

……

In the dead of night, all was quiet.

Chen Xing returned to his room and began packing his bags.

There wasn't much to pack, just a few sets of combat uniforms and civilian clothes to change into.

Several bottles of spare medicine, and a Shenzhen University student ID card.

The badge of honor of the Demon Hunter Association.

The bank card containing the huge prize money, and the jet-black dragon spine staff.

He carefully placed the items into a slightly worn military backpack, moving slowly and deliberately.

Finally, he picked up the dark gold one from the bedside table.

The admission letter from Shenzhen University of Technology is inlaid with intricate patterns.

His name and student ID number were clearly printed on it.

And the words "SS+ level specially recruited students".

He glanced at it and put the notification letter into the inner compartment of his backpack.

After doing all that, he sat on the edge of the bed.

With a thought, the pale golden system panel appeared in his consciousness.

Current kill count: 12850 points.

[Divine Position Fusion Degree]: 1% (+)

[Special Connection]: Ruyi Jingu Bang (Unlock Condition: Divine Fusion Achievement Reaches 50% + Consumes 10000 Kill Points).

"No rush."

Chen Xing muttered to himself,

"First, go to Wuhan University in Shenzhen to enter the Southern Theater Command."

"That's the best place to quickly gain kill points and increase fusion level."

Having made his decision, he was about to close his eyes and meditate when the door was gently pushed open.

Chen Qingshan came in carrying a cup of steaming milk and placed it on the bedside table of Chen Xing.

He stood there silently, watching his son pack his bags.

His lips moved, as if he had a lot to say.

But in the end, it all boiled down to a simple word of advice:

"Son, take good care of yourself at university. Eat on time, sleep on time, and don't push yourself too hard in your cultivation..."

"If anything happens, just call Dad."

"Although Dad is old and useless, he can still support you even if it costs him his life."

Chen Xing stood up and looked at his father.

Under the lamplight, the wrinkles on the father's face seemed even deeper, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and concern.

"Dad, I will. You too, take care of yourself. Drink less alcohol, and be careful on missions," Chen Xing said.

Chen Qingshan nodded vigorously and stepped forward.

She seemed to want to give her son a hug, but her hand was only halfway up.

He put it down again, but patted Chen Xing's shoulder hard once more, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times.

His voice was a little dry: "Okay, okay... Dad knows."

He turned around and walked towards the door.

He stopped at the door, his back to Chen Xing.

His shoulders seemed to twitch slightly, but his voice tried to remain calm:

"Tomorrow... Dad won't see you off."

"Go by yourself. A real man doesn't need anyone to see him off when he goes out."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

……

At 5:30 a.m., the city was not yet fully awake.

The sky is the deepest inky blue before dawn.

Chen Xing pushed open the door so quietly that it made no sound.

He was carrying that slightly worn military backpack.

Holding the dragon spine staff in a specially made black long box, he stood at the door and looked back one last time.

The living room was dimly lit, and the door to the father Chen Qingshan's bedroom was tightly closed.

A steady, slightly heavy snoring sound came from inside.

Chen Xing knew that his father must not have slept well last night, and that the snoring was probably faked.

My father said he wouldn't see me off, because he really didn't want to face the scene of parting.

I was afraid of losing my composure, and I was also afraid of upsetting him.

fair enough.

Chen Xing gently closed the door, taking one last look at the familiar door.

Then he turned around and walked down the stairs with steady steps.

……

At six o'clock in the morning, the huge high-speed rail station was already brightly lit.

The crowds were dense.

This modern transportation hub, like a steel behemoth, swallows and spits out crowds from all directions in the morning light.

Long queues formed at the entrance, mostly people carrying large and small bags.

Young faces, some excited, some nervous.

They clearly took advantage of the summer vacation to travel.

Chen Xing blended into the crowd and was inconspicuous.

He took out his phone and unlocked it.

The screen also showed the order placed on the ticketing app last night before going to bed: [G168, Shenzhen Station → Guangming Station, departs at 07:00, second class seat, seat 06A].

Guangming Station is the closest high-speed rail station to Wuhan University in Shenzhen.

It only takes 30 minutes by car, which is very convenient.

He slowly passed through security with the flow of people.

The security officer was a young girl who noticed what he was carrying.

The long black box, significantly longer than the standard luggage size, and the bulging bag on his back.

The military backpack had a unique texture, and his eyes revealed a hint of vigilance and inquiry.

Chen Xing took the initiative to open the clasp of the long black box, revealing that it was wrapped in velvet.

The Dragon Spine Staff, with only a section of its pitch-black shaft visible.

He explained calmly:

"Black Iron-level demon hunter, weapon, with association registration and Wuhan University admission certificate."

He then pulled out his SS+ level student ID card from Shenzhen Martial Arts University and his honorary badge from the Demon Hunter Association.

The young security guard saw the dark gold color.

He glanced at the extremely ornate and prestigious identity card, then at Chen Xing's card, which was mostly covered by a mask.

But the wariness in his handsome face instantly turned into surprise and a hint of curiosity.

She nodded quickly: "Okay, please proceed. Please keep the weapons safe."

After successfully passing through security, Chen Xing entered the spacious and bright waiting hall.

The hall was bustling with noise, a mix of various accents.

The radio continuously broadcast train information.

He found a relatively quiet corner to sit down and placed the long box horizontally on his lap.

Place the backpack at your feet and then close your eyes.

I closed my eyes to rest and shut out the surrounding noise.

All around me were young students' aspirations and discussions about their future university life.

Interspersed with parents' worried admonitions and lovers' whispered farewells.

These sounds made Chen Xing feel as if he had returned to his past life.

The illusion of saying goodbye or departing at a train station or airport.

But this time, he was heading towards...

It is a future that is more magnificent and more dangerous and unpredictable.

At 7:00 AM sharp, train G168 departed on time.

Chen Xing found his window seat and carefully placed the long box containing the Dragon Spine Staff into the overhead luggage rack.

Then I sat down in seat 06A by the window.

He was still wearing a mask and took out his phone and wireless earphones from his backpack.

I connected via Bluetooth and tapped the familiar red icon on my phone—the Tomato Novel app.