High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

Shen Chang'an walked out of the private passage of the underground martial arts training ground, and the night breeze outside dispelled the stuffy feeling on his body.

He found a quiet corner, took out his phone, and sent a message to the four-person group chat: "I'm at the exit. What should we get to eat later?"

As soon as the message was sent, Zhao Haitang called.

Shen Chang'an answered the phone, and a mature female voice with a hint of laughter came from the other end: "Well done, Shen is much more capable than I imagined."

Inside the study at Beverly Hills Manor.

Zhao Haitang was relaxing on an expensive velvet chaise lounge. Her right leg was crossed, her fair and shapely calf dangling in mid-air, and her delicate toes were slightly raised on a black stiletto heel, which swayed gently in the air, following her mood.

"Mr. Zhao, you flatter me."

Shen Chang'an leaned against the wall, his tone carrying a businesslike air.

"I didn't stop just now, I hit her a little too hard. Will your sister's medical expenses be deducted from my activity fund?"

Hearing this concern, which was clearly driven by greed, Zhao Haitang chuckled, "Don't worry, the Zhao family can afford the medical expenses. She's fine."

"That's good. Does the boss have any specific guidance regarding follow-up private lessons?"

"It's simple. Help me temper her arrogant and overconfident attitude. But be careful not to completely destroy her self-confidence."

Zhao Haitang slightly hooked her toes, holding the high heel firmly on her ankle, and her tone became serious.

"Besides, she's following a pure sword cultivation path, and her swordsmanship is taught by the elders in her family, so you don't need to worry about it. You'll mainly be responsible for guiding her physical skills and close combat. You can learn other things by analogy, right?

"Got it, physical combat and resilience training, I'm good at that."

Shen Chang'an nodded.

"Take the money, do the job, and I guarantee the task will be completed."

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the passageway.

"Boss!"

Bai Yin hopped over like a rabbit, her eyes shining as she circled around Shen Chang'an.

"You were absolutely amazing on the stage just now! When you unleashed your aura at the end, several guys in the front row were shaking like leaves!"

Ji Lin and Li Xiwan also came out, their eyes filled with barely suppressed shock and excitement.

"We were all the same age, and we were all happily going to university. I never thought I would come up here and try to outdo everyone else."

Shen Chang'an reluctantly put his phone into his pocket.

"If you insist on forcing me to act tough, there's no way to communicate without giving you a beating."

He waved his hand, ending the conversation: "Let's go, we're hungry after the fight, let's go eat first."

......

A high-end private hospital in the western district of Shanghai.

In the top-tier VIP ward filled with the faint fragrance of medicinal herbs, Zhao Jin slowly opened her eyes.

The glaring white ceiling momentarily stunned her. Then, a wave of excruciating pain, as if she had been run over by a truck, washed over her, especially in her side and jaw, making her breath tremble.

She struggled to raise her hand and found that her right arm and cheek were wrapped in special bandages with a medicinal scent.

lost.

Moreover, they were defeated without any chance to fight back, and couldn't even cut off a piece of their opponent's clothes. They were beaten like children and rubbed on the ground.

The extreme humiliation made her bite her lower lip tightly.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor came from outside the door.

The ward door was pushed open, and Zhao Haitang walked in.

Upon hearing those familiar footsteps, Zhao Jin's already pale face instantly darkened. She turned her head away, staring intently at the white wall on the other side, adopting a resistant and hostile posture, not wanting to look at the woman at all.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Haitang walked to the bedside, looked at his sister's sulking back, and a hint of undisguised teasing appeared on his lips.

"You were beaten so badly by your peers outside that you couldn't even hold a sword properly, and now you don't even have the courage to look at me? Is this all the mental fortitude our Zhao family's prodigy has?"

These words instantly stung Zhao Jin's nerves.

She turned her head sharply, her bloodshot eyes slightly red, and her hands gripped the pure white sheets beneath her tightly.

"I was just careless for a moment!"

Zhao Jin gritted her teeth, her voice muffled by the injury to her chin.

"He is indeed very strong, but I won't keep losing! If we play again, I'm sure I can win!"

"Yeah?"

Zhao Haitang looked at her, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

"Come on, put away your ridiculous pride. Xiao Jin, face reality. Your so-called talent is utterly worthless in the face of true geniuses."

Zhao Jin's breath hitched, she bit her lip hard, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Seeing her younger sister on the verge of collapse, Zhao Haitang felt that the time was right.

She leaned down slightly, her red lips close to Zhao Jin's ear.

"However, as your older sister, I've found you a good teacher. This private physical training course, tailored specifically for you, will last for four years."

Zhao Jin froze, ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, and abruptly turned to look at her: "What do you mean?!"

Zhao Haitang straightened up, smoothed the hem of her cheongsam which was without any wrinkles, and turned to walk out of the ward.

"Literal meaning."

Zhao Haitang placed her hand on the doorknob and turned her head to the side.

"From now on, Shen Chang'an will personally oversee your physical training classes. Remember to attend classes on time. If you dare to skip a class, I will cut off all your training resources."

"Also, show some respect when you see Shen in the future. After all, his appearance fee isn't low these days."

After saying that, Zhao Haitang opened the door and disappeared cleanly at the end of the corridor with the crisp sound of her high heels, leaving Zhao Jin on the hospital bed dumbfounded.

......

Two days later, everyone had become quite familiar with the school.

The first class meeting of Class 5, Business Administration, School of Economics and Management, Shanghai University.

To facilitate centralized management by the Town Night Division, this class has only twenty-five students, all of whom are young cultivators specially recruited this year.

Shen Chang'an, Li Xiwan, Bai Yin, and Ji Lin found a row of seats at the back of the classroom and sat down.

However, a strange scene unfolded in the classroom.

The row where Shen Chang'an was located, as well as the seats within a two-meter radius around him, were completely empty, without a single soul in sight.

Those freshmen who arrived earlier or later all swallowed hard when they saw the boy with his hands in his pockets, looking down at his phone. They instinctively looked away and, as if avoiding a plague, obediently squeezed into the front row and the other side of the classroom.

The terrifying aura emanating from that day on the underground arena had long been etched into the very marrow of these new recruits.

In this strange atmosphere of stark contrasts, the counselor walked into the classroom.

He was a man in his thirties. He was dressed in a neat light blue shirt and black trousers, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and respectable appearance.

Shen Chang'an glanced at it; it was the initial stage of the third realm. In a place like Shanghai, where geniuses abound, he was clearly just a typical office worker.