High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

The atmosphere in the monitoring room was oppressive.

On the large screen, water, fire, and sand—three diametrically opposed natural elements—intertwine and recombine on the surface of the tested jade.

Ultimately, it evolved into a dynamic scroll painting that is constantly evolving.

The tides cannot extinguish the flames, and the raging sands cannot bury the water's ripples.

Under absolute spiritual dominance, the three extreme forces achieved a coexistence that defies common sense.

Yun Wanrou stared at the screen.

Her chest heaved violently.

As a top-level professor at Shanghai Martial Arts University and a fifth-tier expert, she has witnessed countless brilliant and talented juniors.

But what she saw before her completely shattered her century-long understanding of martial arts.

"absurd……"

With just a few glances, one can dismantle, recombine, and perfectly integrate the three mutually exclusive visualization methods within one's sea of ​​consciousness.

This kind of thing has long since crossed the boundaries of common sense.

Even Dongfang Yangming, who is revered as the strongest person in the history of Earth, could never have achieved this level of understanding.

The boy named Feng Mo on the screen can no longer be defined as a genius.

That was an absolute and unparalleled genius.

Beside him, Li Changqing held a thermos cup, his knuckles turning bluish-white from excessive force.

He swallowed a mouthful of warm water infused with goji berries.

He had long suspected that Feng Mo possessed extraordinary comprehension, but he hadn't expected it to be this outrageous.

But the old man sat steadily in the leather armchair, maintaining an air of profound mystery, not even blinking an eye.

Yun Wanrou turned her head and looked at Li Changqing.

"You win, Li Changqing." Her tone softened, and she dropped her previous haughty demeanor. "Your eye for talent is so sharp it's enviable. If it were me, I would also be willing to burn the rest of my life to pave the way for such a rare gem."

At the same time, a warm feeling inexplicably flowed through Yun Wanrou's heart.

Li Changqing, that stubborn mule, was actually willing to reveal the true nature of Feng Mo, such a prodigy, to her without reservation.

What does this tell us?

This shows that in this man's heart, Yun Wanrou is still someone he can completely trust.

The estrangement that has not been seen for over a century is not insurmountable.

Thinking of this, a fervent flame ignited in Yun Wanrou's originally cold eyes.

"This kid, I want him!" She slammed her hand on the control panel, denting a large section of the metal surface. "Special admission to Shanghai Martial Arts University! I'll personally take him as my last disciple, and the university's entire resource pool of professors will be open to him—he can have whatever he wants!"

Li Changqing put down his thermos and shook his head.

"You're dreaming." He didn't mince words at all. "Which martial arts university Feng Mo goes to is his own path. As the principal, I'm only responsible for guiding him, not making decisions for him."

"You—" Yun Wanrou's eyebrows furrowed, her anger rising. "This kind of once-in-a-millennium talent, you're letting him choose for himself? What if he gets lured away by sweet talk from some other martial arts universities! Now that I've caught him in the act, there can't be any mishaps!"

"Your domineering habit hasn't changed in over a hundred years." Li Changqing sighed, pointing at Feng Mo on the screen. "Take a good look at this kid's behavior. He's vindictive and won't listen to force. Do you dare to use force against him? Believe me, he might just tear down the signboard of Shanghai Martial Arts University and use it for firewood one day."

Yun Wanrou was speechless.

She recalled Feng Mo's ruthless behavior of grabbing the hair of the provincial capital's prodigy and slamming him to the ground, and a chill ran down her spine.

"If you want him to go to Shanghai Martial Arts University, you can only 'lure' him with resources," Li Changqing said calmly. "Show us the sincerity of Shanghai Martial Arts University."

Yun Wanrou bit her full, red lips and gave in.

"Alright, I won't force him." She stared at Li Changqing, "But you must introduce me and say a few good words about Shanghai Martial Arts University to him. I'll contact the principal right away and offer the highest level of sincerity. SSS-level martial arts techniques and cultivation resources—as long as he nods, they can be delivered to him tomorrow."

Li Changqing nodded in agreement.

"However, before that," Li Changqing changed the subject, leaning forward slightly and getting closer to Yun Wanrou.

The two were so close that they could hear each other breathing.

"I want to use this provincial competition to find out what's going on with this kid," Li Changqing whispered in her ear.

Initially, Li Changqing wanted Feng Mo to tone down his brilliance to avoid standing out from the crowd.

But now that his flamboyant behavior is clearly out of the question, it's better to let him shine brightly.

Look at how dazzling this golden scale really is!

Yun Wanrou was still feeling the warm breath on her ear when she heard his plan, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly.

"Are you crazy?" she cried out. "This is against the rules!"

"Rules are made by the dead," Li Changqing interrupted her, his words ringing with conviction. "Don't you want to see for yourself where this kid's limits really are?"

Yun Wanrou stared at him intently.

That long-lost madness and arrogance belonging to "Lei Jun" has reappeared in this slightly overweight middle-aged man after a century.

"Okay, I promise."

She suddenly smiled.

She smiled charmingly and, without warning, pressed herself into Li Changqing's arms.

Long, slender fingers traced circles on his chest, teasing his firm pectoral muscles through his shirt.

"However, I've done you such a big favor, I should at least get some interest, right?"

Her breath was sweet and her voice was soft and sweet, "During our time in Jianzhou, you had to come to my room to keep me company every night."

Li Changqing's hand trembled, and the water in the thermos almost spilled onto his crotch.

He quickly leaned back tactically, coughing twice to cover his embarrassment: "You woman... you're already so old, how can you still be so shameless?"

"So what if you're old?"

Yun Wanrou persisted, her hand tracing down his waistline. "It's all your fault! You ran off to this backwater without a word, leaving me alone in Shanghai for over a hundred years. Do you know how I've been all these years?"

Li Changqing blushed and quickly grabbed her mischievous hand.

"Stop messing around. My body can't take this kind of abuse. You think I'm just drinking goji berries in a thermos for fun?"

Yun Wanrou chuckled, her eyes filled with seductive charm.

"Goji berries are useless. Before I came, I specially slaughtered a fifth-tier demon beast, the Red Sheep, and brought its kidneys with me. I'll stew them for you tonight to properly replenish your depleted reserves."

Despite the flirting, Yun Wanrou is ultimately a top-level professor at Shanghai Martial Arts University.

She rose from Li Changqing's embrace, straightened her slightly disheveled purple robe, and instantly regained the decisive and efficient demeanor of a superior.

He walked straight to the monitoring host, his five fingers forming a claw, and purple true energy emanated from his body.

A piercing sound of metal being cut rang out.

She ripped out the specially made hard drive containing the video recording of Feng Mo's meditation on the visualization method with her bare hands and crushed it into a pile of metal powder on the spot.

Dust settled heavily on the ground.

Feng Mo's talent will eventually be revealed, but we should delay it as much as possible.

As for the students present, their cultivation levels were too low and their eyesight too poor to see how terrifying Feng Mo's talent was.

After finishing all this, Yun Wanrou dusted off her hands and made a phone call to the Governor of Jian'an Province.

Then they called Deng Ming in.

Deng Ming pushed open the door and entered, keenly sensing the residual fluctuations of true energy in the air, as well as the pool of metal powder on the ground.

He kept his eyes down, not uttering a single unnecessary question.

"Professor Yun, what are your instructions?"

Yun Wanrou sat back in the main seat, crossing her legs.

"They maxed out the hidden score of that student named Feng Mo from Ning City No. 1 High School."

"Feng Mo received a bye in all his individual matches. Ningshi No.1 Middle School also received a bye in all their team matches."

Deng Ming was taken aback, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"The remaining martial arts teams will proceed according to the original rules," Yun Wanrou continued.

"After the individual and team competitions determine the first place winners, only the winning individual or team will be qualified to challenge Feng Mo and Ning City No. 1 Middle School."

"If they win, they're number one. If they lose, they can only come in second."

Deng Ming was completely numb.

This is practically putting that kid named Feng Mo from Ning City No. 1 Middle School on the hot seat!

They pushed him into the position of public enemy number one in the entire province, forcing the top geniuses of the other 600-plus martial arts teams to fight each other like poisonous insects.

The last surviving Gu King will then challenge the reigning champion sitting on the throne.

"Professor Yun, you absolutely mustn't!"

Deng Ming quickly spoke up.

"This completely violates the principles of fairness established by the Martial Arts Club."

"Once the announcement is made, the teachers and students in the other eight cities will be in an uproar, and the Martial Arts Hall simply won't be able to contain it!"

Yun Wanrou let out a soft laugh.

"Can't suppress it? Someone will help you suppress it right away."

The voice just fell.

The absolutely confidential cell phone in Deng Ming's pocket suddenly vibrated.

The piercing ringing echoed in the empty monitoring room.

Deng Ming took out his phone, and the moment he saw the caller ID, his legs went weak.

Caller: Huang Jitian, Governor-General of Jian'an Province!

The highest authority in Jian'an Province.

He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Your Excellency..."

A deep, authoritative male voice came from the other end of the phone, getting straight to the point.

"Deng Ming, from now on, unconditionally cooperate with all arrangements made by Professor Wu Dayun of Shanghai University."

"You execute her changes to the competition format exactly as she requests. All procedures will be handled with special consideration."

"But Governor, what about the other cities..."

"Just follow orders. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

The phone hangs up.

Deng Ming held his phone, his back completely soaked in cold sweat.

He turned around stiffly and forced a smile at Yun Wanrou:

"Since the Governor has spoken, then we shall do as Professor Yun wishes."