High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System

Chapter 13: Chapter 12: Rapid Progress (Double-Length)

[Talent: Original]

”Is this talent visibility?”

Jiang Ye’s gaze was peculiar.

Could he really see the constitution and talent of other people?

To verify his thoughts, Jiang Ye stood up and walked to the window, looking at some pedestrians downstairs.

He saw several lines of small text appearing above those pedestrians’ heads.

[Constitution: Mortal Body (D Level)]

[Talent: Original]

...

[Constitution: Mortal Body (D Level)]

[Talent: Original]

...

”Hmm?”

”Strange.” Jiang Ye suddenly noticed, ”Why does Jiang Ting’s constitution only show Mortal Body, without a level?”

He looked at Jiang Ting again, and it was still the same as before.

[Constitution: Mortal Body]

[Talent: Original]

”Odd.” Jiang Ye touched his chin and suddenly remembered something.

The little girl wasn’t the biological child of Jiang Dahai and his wife; she was adopted, just like him.

Due to physical reasons, Jiang Dahai and his wife didn’t have biological children and had long treated Jiang Ye as their sole heir. Then, when Jiang Ye was five years old, they found a little girl abandoned on the street.

At that time, their economic condition was difficult, and Jiang Dahai did not want to adopt.

But Li Anping, having been an orphan herself, couldn’t stand such a thing, and insisted on bringing her back.

”Could it be that mom found a treasure and this girl’s constitution is unusual?”

Jiang Ye pondered but quickly shook his head.

He remembered reading in textbooks that those martial arts prodigies were born with some extraordinary ability.

But Jiang Ting had never exhibited any special ability since childhood.

”In the end, it’s still a Mortal Body.”

Jiang Ye sighed inwardly, ”No matter how special it is, it can’t be anywhere special, not to mention it’s an original talent.”

This world is ruled by talent.

Ninety-nine percent of original talent is destined to be ordinary.

Just as Jiang Ye was pondering.

Jiang Ting was also secretly observing Jiang Ye.

When she saw Jiang Ye pacing back and forth by the window, she couldn’t help but think to herself, ”Has brother really done something bad...”

Thinking this, she clenched her small, white fists, with a flash of determination in her eyes.

”Brother, don’t be afraid. If the police come later, just say it was me who did it.”

Jiang Ting mustered her courage and said loudly.

Jiang Ye was stunned.

Jiang Ting, clutching her small fists, said, ”I’m just a child. Even if I’ve done something bad, the police won’t do anything to me.”

”What nonsense are you thinking?”

Jiang Ye said speechlessly, ”I haven’t done anything bad!”

He walked over and rubbed the little girl’s head, feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness.

...

After dinner, Jiang Ye returned to his room to continue cultivating.

He only came out once for dinner, then continued cultivating.

He kept practicing until one o’clock in the morning the next day when he finally went to sleep with a weary body.

...

Perhaps it was the exhaustion.

Jiang Ye slept in a semi-conscious state, seemingly dreaming of his childhood self.

At that time, he was only one year old, being carried by a young man toward a magnificent palace.

Jiang Ye noticed that the young man bore some resemblance to him, with deep-set eyes and a prominent nose, almost identical.

The young man looked at the palace ahead.

The plaque on the palace was inscribed with four large words: ”Star Sea Divine Path”.

In a daze, he heard the young man murmuring to himself, ”I must succeed...”

Then, Jiang Ye saw the young man walking firmly forward.

The dream was fragmented.

The scene shifted, and Jiang Ye found the young man had vanished, while his one-year-old self lay in darkness, crying loudly.

The night was pitch black, an endless darkness engulfing him like a tide.

”!!!”

Jiang Ye suddenly woke up from his bed, drenched in cold sweat.

”That strange nightmare again...”

Jiang Ye held his head; he had been having the same nightmare these past days.

But this time, the dream was particularly vivid, so much so that he remembered it clearly upon waking.

”Why am I having these dreams?”

Usually, memories from before the age of one should have been forgotten.

But that memory seemed to be rooted deep in Jiang Ye’s mind.

He realized that maybe as his strength grew, the memories from his childhood emerged as well.

”Who is that young man?”

Jiang Ye was sure it wasn’t Jiang Dahai.

He recalled the appearance of the man, bearing a seven or eight-part resemblance to himself.

”Could he be my biological father?”

Jiang Ye felt a slight shock at this rather astonishing speculation.

Quickly, Jiang Ye stopped thinking about it.

He was originally a transmigrant, so it didn’t matter who his biological parents were since he didn’t have those memories. What mattered were the people around him.

...

After breakfast, Jiang Ye took Jiang Ting to An City Primary School.

At the entrance of An City Primary School.

Before parting, Jiang Ting suddenly said, ”Brother, can you bring me a hot dog today?”

Jiang Ye smiled and said, ”Why do you suddenly want to eat a hot dog?”

Jiang Ting replied seriously, ”My classmate said that if you want to get stronger, you have to eat hot dogs.”

”?”

Jiang Ye looked puzzled.

Jiang Ting clenched her little fists and said, ”I want to grow up quickly and get stronger so I can help mom and dad with things.”

Jiang Ye patted her little head and smiled, ”If there’s something to be done, it should be me doing it, not you.”

”I can assist you, brother.” Jiang Ting said with her head held high.

Jiang Ye shook his head with a smile and nodded, ”I’ll bring you a hot dog after school, now off you go.”

”Hehe, thank you, brother, you’re the best.”

The little girl hugged his arm and gave it a kiss, then skipped happily into the school.

...

An City No.3 High School.

As soon as Jiang Ye stepped into the school, he felt an atmosphere of solemnity.

The campus wasn’t as vibrant as usual, with students’ expressions either tense or expectant as they hurriedly made their way to the teaching buildings.

The reason was that today was the day of the final exams.

Jiang Ye walked while glancing at his status panel.

[Cultivation Technique]

Star Martial Cultivation Technique: Great Success (5%)

”After a day of cultivation yesterday, the cultivation technique improved by 4%.”

In a single day, it improved by 4%!

This is at the Great Success stage, which is more than five times harder than the Minor Success stage, and any 1% increase is significant.

Even the students in the advanced classes are generally like this.

”So this is what a B Level physique is?”

Jiang Ye couldn’t help but sigh, thinking about how tough his days used to be.

After reaching Great Success in the cultivation technique, the difficulty indeed far exceeds Minor Success.

But for him, with his current B Level Mortal Body, cultivating is surprisingly easier than before.

It’s like the same math problem.

For a struggling student, it’s impossible to figure out.

But for a top student from Tsinghua or Peking University, it’s as simple as one plus one equals two.

Filled with emotion, Jiang Ye arrived at his examination room.

At this time, there were only about twenty people in the large classroom.

The morning exam was a cultural exam.

Because of martial training, students had excellent vision, so to prevent cheating, the school specifically required that there be at least a three-meter distance between each examinee.

As the top student in cultural courses, the cultural exam was naturally not difficult for Jiang Ye.

Of course, he did not take it lightly. After finishing the paper, he double-checked it several times, only submitting it when the bell rang.

Even Martial Arts University requires a 30% score in cultural studies.

For the geniuses in the advanced class, cultural scores are basically perfect.

Geniuses are strong in every aspect.

...

The cultural exam ended.

After eating lunch in the cafeteria, Jiang Ye headed to the martial arts classroom of class nine.

In the classroom, many people were already diligently cultivating, making a final sprint before the exam.

”Ouch!”

Not far away, Li Zhichao jabbed a needle into his arm, preparing for the exam.

Of course, this was an exam-legal potion, and injecting it an hour before the test wasn’t against the rules.

However, it was more expensive than ordinary potions.

”So rich,” Jiang Ye couldn’t help but marvel internally as he watched.

But he also understood.

Li Zhichao’s parents were both Star Sky Martial Arts Masters and held high positions in large corporations.

Naturally, he couldn’t compare with their family background.

With this thought, Jiang Ye instinctively opened his status panel to observe Li Zhichao.

The next moment, two small lines of text appeared above Li Zhichao’s head.

[Physique: Mortal Body (C-Level)]

[Talent: Original]

”He’s only C-Level?”

Jiang Ye was somewhat surprised, but upon considering Li Zhichao’s cultivation speed, he understood.

Li Zhichao reached the Minor Success in Star Martial Cultivation Technique in the first year of high school and broke through to Great Success at the start of the second semester of the second year.

This speed exceeds that of students in ordinary classes but still lags behind those in the advanced classes.

Jiang Ye looked at the others and saw most had D-Level physiques.

Only a few in the top ten of the class were C-Level.

”Mediocrity is the majority, after all.”

Jiang Ye sighed and shook his head.

Then he grew somewhat expectant, ”I wonder how much progress my strength has made in this final exam.”

The exams in the second year of high school aren’t many, with only two that really matter.

The initial exam at the start of the school year and the final exam.

Especially the final exam, where students in the top ten of the class can apply for financial aid for disadvantaged students.

If one can make it into the top three, the amount is quite considerable.