What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?

Songyang High School.

Students from Class 1, Grade 1, gradually entered the training ground, preparing for today's martial arts combat class.

While walking, Bai Zhenzhen thought to herself, "What's Yu Zi up to? I can't get in touch with him."

"Still on sick leave? What high schooler takes sick leave."

"Could it be that he couldn't handle it anymore?"

Just as Bai Zhenzhen was lost in thought, she suddenly noticed that in addition to the martial arts teacher, Lei Jun, a large group of people was already standing in the training room.

Looking at the students behind Lei Jun, especially the tallest one, Bai Zhenzhen's gaze suddenly sharpened: "Is that 'Door Panel Man'?"

Looking at the students around 'Door Panel Man' Lan Ling, Bai Zhenzhen immediately recognized them as second-year students.

An extra year of cultivation had made almost every second-year student more muscular than the first-year students, and their secondary sexual characteristics had almost completely faded away. On their exposed arms, one could even see dense needle marks…

All these traces of cultivation indicated the strength and diligence of these second-year students.

Of course, Bai Zhenzhen wasn't the only one who recognized their identities.

Soon, students took the initiative to greet these second-year students.

Zhao Tianxing first bowed respectfully to the martial arts teacher, Lei Jun, and then bowed honestly to the second-year students, saying cautiously, "Hello, seniors!"

The formerly three-hundred-plus-pound Zhao Tianxing now looked like a Corgi standing in front of Lan Ling.

Only after seeing Lan Ling nod did Zhao Tianxing carefully retreat.

This was the subordinate position of lower-grade students when facing upper-grade students within the high school.

Simply because each grade – first, second, and third – had a full year of cultivation difference, which often led to an absolute difference in strength.

Some even divided the first, second, and third grades into the early, middle, and late stages of Qi Refining, highlighting the differences between the three grades.

It was common at Songyang High School for lower-grade students to greet upper-grade students first. Lower grades couldn't sit until the upper grades sat down. If you ran into an upperclassman in the bathroom, you had to let them pee first. When injecting medicine in the same room, you had to let the upperclassman inject first…

Things like this had already become part of the high school students' daily habits.

Of course, Songyang High School was still more humane than the three famous schools. It was said that at White Dragon High School, upper-grade students could even make lower-grade students kneel and kowtow.

Fortunately, the course content for different grades was vastly different, and the teaching venues were also different. In addition, the pressure of schoolwork meant that lower and upperclassmen didn't have many opportunities to meet.

This was truly gratifying, truly gratifying.

At this moment, every student who entered the training ground actively bowed and greeted Lan Ling and the others.

This further highlighted one person's uniqueness.

Zhao Tianxing looked at Bai Zhenzhen, who had not greeted the upperclassmen, and secretly worried for her, "What's wrong with Ah Zhen? She'll be targeted by the seniors if she does that."

He could already feel several second-year seniors glancing at Bai Zhenzhen from time to time. Just imagining himself in her place made him feel embarrassed and nervous.

After all the students from Class 1, Grade 1, had arrived, Lei Jun said to them, "Today, your seniors from Class 1, Grade 2, have specially taken time out of their class to give you practical guidance. Let's welcome them with applause!"

What? To be beaten by second-year academic masters?

Hearing this, the students clapped excitedly: "Thank you, seniors!"

Some academic masters were already smiling, thinking happily, "These are students from the second-year demonstration class. If you were to hire them for practical training outside, wouldn't a class cost thousands?"

Some students eager to improve their practical combat scores were already impatient, thinking to themselves, "Being guided by a second-year academic master, even if it means breaking an arm, is worth it!"

Qian Shen's eyes were fixed on Lan Ling, who was the tallest, like a door panel, and thought to himself, "Lan Ling, the man who was second in total score and first in individual sports in the second grade last month, the ace of the second-grade sports competition team, but…"

"Boring." Qian Shen turned his head away: "There's no point in comparing scores across grades. These second-year students in the demonstration class have been cultivating for a year longer… Anyone who stands out is invincible to first-year students, so it makes no difference to us."

He Dayou simply nodded and smiled at the second-year students, taking it as a greeting. After all, as the son of a school director, he was acquainted with many of the academic masters in the second and third grades.

Lei Jun looked at the eager expressions of most of the students and was very satisfied with their mental state: "Very good, you're all very energetic."

"Taoist techniques require money, and the more money you spend, the more powerful they become."

"If we want to be good at martial arts, then we have to take a beating. The more unafraid you are of losing, of being beaten, of being abused, the faster your martial arts combat will improve."

"Only by taking beatings again and again, being abused again and again, and getting up from the ground again and again can you improve your practical experience."

Seeing that some students below were already impatiently raising their hands, Lei Jun was about to call on someone to arrange a sparring match when he saw Lan Ling lean over and say something in his ear.

Lei Jun nodded and looked at Bai Zhenzhen, who was hiding behind the crowd, and called out, "Bai Zhenzhen, you go and have a match with the seniors first, to set an example for the other students."

"Lan Ling, this Bai Zhenzhen is a good seed who is first in practical combat in the first grade. Give her some good guidance."

Lan Ling, while practicing with the barbell in his right hand, slowly came down to the field and said to Bai Zhenzhen gently, "Junior, let's spar."

Bai Zhenzhen's face darkened, and she slowly walked up amidst the envious gazes of everyone, but in her heart, she had already cursed the 'Door Panel Man' to hell.

That damn shrimp-head man, he's obviously up to no good, taking the opportunity to beat up his junior because of the contract, right?

She guessed that the other party's next battle would probably not be as simple as sparring, but would take the opportunity to teach her a good lesson.

A preemptive strike!

As soon as Bai Zhenzhen entered the arena, she shot out like an arrow, kicking towards Lan Ling's lower abdomen, the vital point of his dantian.

But she saw that the other party didn't dodge at all, letting her kick him there with a bang.

Even though it was Lan Ling's vital point that was kicked, his expression didn't change, and he didn't take a step back, as if nothing had happened.

On the contrary, Bai Zhenzhen felt as if she had kicked a granite rock, and her foot bones felt like they were about to crack.

"Is the gap between me and the second grade this big?"

Just as Bai Zhenzhen was about to retreat, she felt her ankle being grabbed by a hand as strong as iron tongs.

Lan Ling pinched Bai Zhenzhen's ankle and smiled, "Junior, you seem to underestimate me too much."

At the same time as the two were fighting, Lei Jun was also making comments to the students.

"Good sneak attack! Remember, sneak attacks are a great skill in actual combat. It's the best choice for the weak to defeat the strong."

"But Bai Zhenzhen knows too little about Lan Ling."

"Lan Ling has already completed the 'absolute' sterilization surgery. Not only does he no longer have any gender characteristics and is not affected by hormones, but he also doesn't have many conventional weaknesses…"

"Now that Bai Zhenzhen has been locked up by Lan Ling, although she keeps kicking and hitting him, trying to break free, Lan Ling's physical strength is above level 6, and Bai Zhenzhen's physical strength is only a little over level 1.4, right? Being locked up is already the end…"

Halfway through his comments, Lei Jun suddenly erupted with a bang, and his figure shot out like lightning.

At the same time, a loud bang was heard in the air.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Bai Zhenzhen had been thrown out by Lan Ling, crashing into the wall of the training ground with a series of afterimages.

But just as Bai Zhenzhen's head was about to hit, Lei Jun had already appeared behind Bai Zhenzhen, and the two of them crashed through the wall together, flying out of the training ground with a bang.

A moment later, Lei Jun returned to the training ground with a limping Bai Zhenzhen, looking at Lan Ling with a rather unsightly expression: "Did you hit too hard?"

Bai Zhenzhen was one of the students with the best martial arts combat scores in the first grade. If she was seriously injured, it would be a decline in performance for Lei Jun.

Lan Ling smiled gently: "I believe that with you here, teacher, she will be fine."

"It's a good opportunity to give Junior a lesson on underestimating the enemy in actual combat."

After saying that, he looked at Bai Zhenzhen and said, "Junior, have you remembered this practical experience? Shall we continue?"

Looking at the other party making an invitation again, anger had already appeared in Bai Zhenzhen's eyes, and a long-hidden force within her was stirring, as if it was about to break out of its cocoon.

She thought to herself, "No, I can't expose it. If I expose it here, it's over…"

Lei Jun was about to stop her, but he was suppressed in place by a look from Lan Ling: "Teacher, I will pay attention to my limits next."

Although Lei Jun had some guesses before, he was finally able to confirm it at this moment.

Thinking of the student council's request earlier that Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu not participate in the martial arts competition, he understood that this was also the student council's intention today.

Thinking of the student council of Songyang High School, he could only sigh secretly and warned, "This is my class. Don't go too far."

Lan Ling smiled: "Don't worry, teacher. Bai Zhenzhen is an important high-value student of the school. I will definitely not let her be seriously injured."

At this time, the other first-year students around had also noticed that the atmosphere was not right, but they still couldn't understand what was happening.

He Dayou's eyes moved slightly. As the son of the school director, he had already seen that this was suppressing Bai Zhenzhen? Did something go wrong with signing the contract? Were they trying to lower Bai Zhenzhen's price?

Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful that Zhang Yu was not here today, otherwise, he might have been able to see the poor guy's embarrassment.

Just then, a male voice came from the direction of the training ground's door.

"Hey, are you bullying my intern?"

In the surprised and unexpected gazes of everyone, Zhang Yu walked in from outside the door, raising his right hand as he spoke, his fingertips quickly swiping across the black and white talisman book.

Arrest Warrant – Activate!

In the next moment, countless golden light spots flashed around Lan Ling, turning into golden giant hands grabbing at him.

Just as Lan Ling was about to move, his head, shoulders, arms, legs, and waist had already been pressed down by nine golden giant hands respectively.

"Arrest Warrant?"

"Zhang Yu, this poor ghost… where did he get the talisman book to cast the Arrest Warrant?"

Feeling these nine giant hands suppressing him tightly, even wanting to press him to the ground bit by bit, Lan Ling was furious.