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

The National Martial Arts College Entrance Examination lasts for three days.

Those who are eliminated will enter the preparation area to receive free treatment until the time is up, at which point they will be teleported away together.

As the sunset painted the sky red on the third day, all the candidates in the peak examination hall, whether they were willing or not, were transported back to their respective examination sites by a gentle force.

On the playground of Ning City No.1 Middle School.

A flash of light, and figures appeared out of thin air.

Chu Qiulan, Zhao Tengyun, Xiao Yunfei... these geniuses from Jian'an Province looked around with complicated expressions, and finally, they all turned their gazes to the calm young man who was the last to step out of the teleportation light.

Seal ink.

The top scorer in this year's national martial arts college entrance examination.

It is well-deserved and without any suspense.

However, as soon as Feng Mo stood firm, he was slightly taken aback by the scene before him.

In the center of the playground, a cordon had been set up at some point. Inside the cordon, a group of elderly men and women, whose auras were deep and imposing and who were clearly not to be trifled with, were standing in a crooked line.

At the very front of the line, Li Changqing, hands behind his back, like an old man maintaining order in a park, was sternly addressing the group:

"Line up! One at a time! Anyone who cuts in line, don't blame me for being rude!"

The admissions directors, who were usually high and mighty and could make the martial arts world of a province tremble with a stomp of their feet, were now like a group of old people waiting for relief food. They all craned their necks, clutching a storage bracelet tightly in their hands, and looked longingly toward the teleportation point.

When Feng Mo appeared, a suppressed gasp rang out from the crowd.

"He's out! Feng Mo is out!"

"Hurry, hurry, keep moving forward!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, truly a prodigy; you can tell from his face he's no ordinary person!"

Li Changqing cleared his throat, turned around, and his face instantly filled with a kind and friendly smile as he quickly walked up to Feng Mo.

"Feng Mo, you did well on the exam." He first patted Feng Mo on the shoulder with satisfaction, then turned to the group of eagerly awaiting students and smiled:

"These are all admissions directors from major martial arts universities across the country. They heard that you won the top score in this year's martial arts exam, so they specially prepared some small gifts to congratulate you. Please don't be shy, these are all the kind gestures of your elders, just accept them."

Feng Mo blinked.

Is there such a good thing?

He looked at those smiling faces, some even with a hint of obsequiousness, and understood.

This is the platform that Uncle Li set up for him so that he could collect "investment".

"Then... this junior will accept the offer without hesitation." Feng Mo readily agreed and cupped his hands in the direction of the group.

Wang Chong, at the front of the line, darted forward, afraid someone would beat him to it. He shoved the storage bracelet in his hand into Feng Mo's hand and said gruffly, "Feng Mo! I'm Wang Chong from the Imperial Capital Martial Arts University! This is just a small gift, nothing special! Don't worry, although you can't go to our Imperial Capital Martial Arts University, our doors are always open to you! If you ever suffer any injustice at the Shanghai Martial Arts University, be sure to contact me immediately! We'll welcome you in with the highest honors!"

Feng Mo took the bracelet and scanned it with his divine sense. Inside was a fist-sized crystal burning with golden flames and radiating terrifying energy fluctuations.

I don't recognize it, but it looks like a good product.

"Thank you, Director Wang." Feng Mo nodded slightly.

"My turn! My turn!" Liao Binghan pushed Wang Chong aside, handed over her storage bracelet, and laughed heartily. "Feng Mo, I'm Liao Binghan from Shenzhen Martial Arts University. You can call me Sister Liao from now on. This is a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."

Inside the bracelet was a section of crystal-clear dragon bone, seemingly carved from millennia-old ice.

Another great product!

"Thank you, Sister Liao."

"Feng Mo, this is Meng Jinshan from Kunlun Martial Arts University..."

"Young friend Feng Mo, I am from Shacheng Martial Arts University..."

"Top scholar, look at our Tianfu Martial Arts University..."

What happened next completely shattered the worldviews of all the candidates present.

Those martial arts university admissions directors who were usually aloof and only seen in the news or live broadcasts were now scrambling to stuff storage bracelets containing rare treasures into Feng Mo's hands with beaming smiles, as if afraid that if they were too late, Feng Mo wouldn't want them.

Feng Mo accepted all comers without hesitation, taking them one by one with great enthusiasm.

In just a few minutes, he had no fewer than twenty storage bracelets hanging on his wrist, jingling as if he were a vendor who had just returned from the Yiwu wholesale market.

On the other side of the playground, the other top students from various sects and families, who also scored full marks in three subjects, stared wide-eyed.

When have they ever seen anything like this?

In previous years, it was students like them who got perfect scores who chose the schools. Many martial arts universities, even if they wanted to win their applications, would at most offer more scholarships or promise some cultivation resources.

Compared to Feng Mo, they are worlds apart!

Schools are lining up to give them gifts! And the gifts they're giving are priceless treasures!

"By...by what right?" a sect successor muttered to himself, his composure crumbling.

"The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs..." Another scion of a prominent family shook his head bitterly.

The hustle and bustle of the martial arts college entrance examination eventually came to an end with the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the playground of Ning City No. 1 Middle School, Feng Mo followed Li Changqing amidst countless gazes filled with envy, jealousy, and awe, slowly leaving the place that had witnessed his ascension to the throne.

Chu Qiulan stood in the crowd, watching the receding figure. She felt that the figure was out of place with everything around him, as if he did not belong to this pond and just happened to pass by, stirring up a storm.

She clenched her fists, and an unprecedented fighting spirit ignited in her clear eyes.

She's definitely going to Shanghai.

Only by following such figures can one's path in martial arts never be lonely.