Chapter 17 - 16: Martial Artist! Yang Wu Jin!
I would shuttle between two worlds every day.
Once was during standing stake.
The other time, also during standing stake.
As I shuttled back from the Da Jing Dynasty world, it was already past six in the morning, and the biting cold wind blew through the cracks of the window, hitting Jiang Shu straight on.
Qi Blood Transport sure saved me the money for a down jacket. Round it up, and it’s like earning a few thousand bucks.
Today at the Hungry Tiger Martial Arts School, a senior brother broke through to the Qi Blood Great Circulation, but because he was too old, he couldn’t become a formal Disciple. He had to leave the school to accept recruitment by large households and became a high-ranking Protector.
It seems that the practice of Martial Arts is definitely better the faster you go. Once you’re late, you won’t have a path upward and will become a Protector for a large household, forever stuck within the confines of a small county town.
Class stratification, a world where resources are allocated by the upper echelons. Ordinary people without Talent really have no way out at all. Thankfully, I have a golden finger.
Teacher Yan said there is a special Martial Arts lecture today; I wonder what new information the higher-ups will reveal.
With a casual stretch, Jiang Shu glanced at the panel and lightly leaped out of bed. Dressed in his underwear, he put on his school uniform, opened the door, and went out.
「Xuanxing Calendar, 2027, March 1. Monday.」