LingWu? Shocked!
"Wait, did I hear it right, high school?"
As long as one reaches the age of 16 and meets the requirements of the entrance examination, they have the right and obligation to enroll in high school—provided they have completed junior high school. In this aspect alone, he was already at a disadvantage.
Most individuals with abilities are at Level 0 during high school, except for some particularly terrifying monster-like students who are admitted to special classes in universities. High schools are divided into three main categories: liberal arts, science, and physical education. Liberal arts include language, politics and history, and geography; science includes physics and chemistry, and advanced mathematics; physical education mainly focuses on physical training, laying the foundation for cultivation, understanding star charts, learning equipment usage skills, and biology—specifically targeting weaknesses of ferocious beasts, and all these subjects are compulsory as per the national regulations.
In other words, one can skip liberal arts and science classes, and make them up after entering university, but physical education classes are mandatory!
National mandatory regulations couldn't be changed by a mere sentence from Zhang Mingyuan!
However, Zhang Mingyuan found a loophole in the law—those who didn't complete junior high school were not allowed to enter high school, and if junior high school wasn't completed, everything would be in vain.
But, with the strength of the man in the black cloak, in the small city of Yangzhou, throughout China, and even the entire Blue Star, he had the power of speech! Would he fear a mere high school, or a small education bureau?
He had the complete ability to rewrite China's laws, but he looked down upon regulations that confined the weak, and there was no need for it. Rules were meant for the weak to abide by, after all, in this world, the strong were respected!
Most of the people here were just awakening cultivators, just stepping into the stage of cultivation. Qin Feng had already completed half of the first part and was enough to dominate the class. He had no need to participate in ordinary physical education classes.
"Why go to high school? Where else would you learn the skills of equipment usage?" Qin Feng answered the black-cloaked man's question. "I heard that high schools are admitted based on proximity, but it requires money..."
"I'm not short of that money, and besides, if I'm recommended by me, would they dare to take my money?" The black-cloaked man snorted, "As long as you know that me and a few other uncles of yours, as well as the leaders of the United States, owe me a few packs of cigarettes!"
This was confidence derived from absolute strength! The leaders of the five major nations were like younger brothers in front of him!
"Report to Yangzhou No. 2 High School tomorrow and say you're Linwu's disciple. My recommendation letter is for you." The black-cloaked man took out a letter and handed it to Qin Feng, pushing his hood down and disappearing into the shadows.
So, this black-cloaked man was called Linwu! "He must be a remarkable figure from some era," Qin Feng took out his phone and searched online.
"Linwu, born in the 28th year of the Nirvana period, a ninth-level intermediate Martial Saint, with abilities, an A-level Ghost Shadow. He was one of the four strongest Martial Saints of the Qin Youpeng lineage, the strongest in his lifetime. He disappeared during the Beast War in the 142nd year of the Nirvana period, and his whereabouts are unknown."
Now, it was the 273rd year of the Nirvana period, and the Qin Youpeng lineage had long since declined.
"So why would he appear in front of me and take the initiative to be my teacher?" Qin Feng was puzzled. Why would the Qin Youpeng lineage, as a great family from a hundred years ago, have any connection with him? And what was the use of the key that his parents entrusted to Zhang Mingyuan before they died?
It was unrealistic to think about it. A Martial Saint actually reduced to an unknown fate, volunteering to be a teacher for a D-level cultivator.
"Never mind that for now, I'll just go to school tomorrow."
The next day, Yangzhou No. 2 High School.
This building was originally an ancient warehouse, destroyed by ferocious beasts in the early Nirvana period. It was recaptured by Linwu, an eighth-level lower-ranked being, in the 67th year of the Nirvana period, which expanded the territory of Yangzhou City by one-third—Linwu was then serving the Huaxia National Army.
With this relationship, even if Qin Feng caused trouble, the school wouldn't dare not admit him!
"Here." Qin Feng said coldly, handing a yellowed letter to the security guard.
At first, the security guard was reluctant to open it. But when he did, he found that this yellowed paper actually contained a black dragon-shaped jade piece!
The dragon curled its body, emitting a strong dark aura!
He might not recognize others, but that gentleman... he was still alive! He was actually still alive!
Although Yangzhou No. 2 High School maintained an excellent tradition, that gentleman was an exception!
He was the savior of Yangzhou City!
Expanding Yangzhou City's territory by one-third, killing an eighth-level lonehorn tyrannosaurus that appeared in Yangzhou City—the one-third territory increase raised Yangzhou City's GDP by more than one level, transforming it from a third-tier city to a first-tier city!
"Kid, don't you know what you've got in your hand? That's the token of the savior of Yangzhou City, Linwu!" The security guard's mouth widened, his eyes widened.
"Kid, when did you meet the gentleman?"
"He came to my house himself and gave me a beating."
What?!!
The security guard was even more shocked, "Hurry, hurry, I'll take you to see the principal!"
Sure enough, what the black-cloaked man said was true.
Just a mere school, and he reclaimed the land personally, the people here respected Linwu without exception!
Even the history textbooks contained his deeds.
A few minutes later, in the principal's office.
"What?! You're saying this kid is Linwu's person? Didn't he already die?"
"If he died, then how did this token end up in his hands?"
A token is an item that is bound to its owner.
Once the binder dies, the token will also shatter!
And how could Qin Feng, a Level 0 cultivator, have the ability to steal Linwu's token?
The encyclopedia only said he was missing, but it didn't truly deny his survival!
After all, a ninth-level intermediate expert had a lifespan of five to six hundred years!
It's not so easy to die!
"When did Linwu beat you up? Are you kidding?" The principal was shocked, but there was respect for this hero in his words.
"Test his strength," the principal called a physical education teacher to the office.
"Okay." The physical education teacher's eyes revealed a strong killing intent. He used to be a king of mercenaries, retired and came here to teach physical education. Ordinary students dared not look him in the eye—because he was still a Level 1 upper-ranked cultivator, much stronger than Zhang Mingyuan.
Qin Feng stepped into the gymnasium, eyeing the unfamiliar equipment one by one. He hopped onto the treadmill and casually started running, the readings quickly reaching 68.
"Hit it," the physical education teacher instructed, giving him a stern look. Qin Feng stepped down from the treadmill, returning the glare.
The gaze of this kid actually made me feel a hint of fear!
But I'd like to see if your strength can meet the standard!
The speed values are extremely exaggerated for the same age group, but what about strength?
Qin Feng spread his arms, and suddenly, with the other arm, he exerted force, fiercely striking the punch strength machine made of F-grade metal!
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the punch strength machine, then it exploded, leaving a fist imprint! The imprint exploded again, creating a huge hole in the shape of a fist!