High School Student with Immortal Race System

Late at night, on the Celestial Platform as always.

Yang Shen tended to the Celestial Platform Spirit Field, casting the Ganlin Curse several times.

During this period, a crop of Qi Gathering Vines had already matured. But Yang Shen wasn’t in a hurry to sell them. Instead, he propagated them from cuttings, expanding the crop several times over until most of the flowerpots on the Celestial Platform were filled.

The few small twigs he had originally bought for a hefty price had now become rare medicinal ingredients worth over 200,000, and their value was still growing.

Money might not be able to reproduce... but medicine truly could.

’Getting the Spirit Plant Inheritance back then was such an incredible stroke of luck!’

After tending to the Spirit Field, Yang Shen went to his usual spot for Cultivation. He sat cross-legged and composed his mind.

Tonight, after obtaining 12 points of Source through Cultivation and then solidifying it in his realm under the Rising Sun, Yang Shen would finally cross the major threshold of 500 Qi and Blood Value and reach the Mid-stage Marrow Refining Realm.

He would become the second person at Nanliang High School, besides Xu Bamboo, to do so.

The timing was a bit unfortunate. If this had happened three days earlier, Yang Shen’s monthly exam scores would have been even higher.

Theoretically, he could have taken two Peiyuan Pills to rush his progress, but by now, Yang Shen’s sights were set on far more than just test scores—let alone a meaningless school monthly exam.

The development of his family was the core of everything. He only had six Peiyuan Pills left, and the value of each pill went beyond just Source Supplement; they would have many other uses in the future.

So, he had a more aggressive plan.

After meditating and cultivating for about six hours, Yang Shen opened his eyes just as the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

He had once again harvested 12 points of Source—his baseline from daily Cultivation.

The total value on his Di Di Boy had reached 509.

The "Qi and Blood Value," used on Cyan Blue to measure a Martial Artist’s level, wasn’t actually a physical substance. Instead, it was a "rating value" derived from years of accumulated experience on the Martial Arts Side.

To simplify conversions, the units of measurement had been standardized: the effect of one point of Source corresponded to one point of Qi and Blood Value.

Therefore, the amount of Source absorbed was roughly equivalent to the increase in Qi and Blood Value. By the same token, in Yang Shen’s own system, Source and Spiritual Qi were also measured in the same units.

Yang Shen’s Qi and Blood Value was now 509, but because he had yet to solidify this progress in his realm, he didn’t feel like he had "broken through to the Mid-stage" yet.

And the next threshold, Late-stage Marrow Refining, was still 291 points of Qi and Blood Value away.

Yang Shen, who had always been good at math, immediately started doing the calculations in his head.

’My guaranteed daily Source Supplement is 12 points, and the college entrance exams are in 20 days.’

’That’s a baseline increase of 240 Qi and Blood Value.’

’If I want to reach the Late-stage Marrow Refining Realm before the exams and get another jump in the ’purely numerical’ categories, I’ll still be short by 51 points of Qi and Blood Value.’

’If I factor in needing a few days to get used to the Late-stage Marrow Refining Realm... the timeline becomes even tighter. Let’s say I need to reach it three days early...’

’Then the Qi and Blood Value deficit will jump to 87 points.’

And the "other sprint plan" he had mentioned to his aunt was this:

Eat and drink like there’s no tomorrow.

Yang Shen had already called Jinkang Pharmacy about the 120,000 worth of Supplements they had promised him. He told them to deliver them as soon as possible and to swap them all out for the most cost-effective Source Supplement medicines available.

In other words, for the same total price, he wanted the cheapest options in the largest quantities.

These types of medicines were more cost-effective, but that usually meant they came with minor side effects. After all, you get what you pay for.

This was precisely why Yang Shen was waiting until he reached the Mid-stage Marrow Refining Realm to begin.

One of the minor changes after reaching the Mid-stage Marrow Refining Realm was a significant improvement in the body’s resistance to toxins and its metabolic capabilities.

Coupled with the organ enhancement from his Cultivation and the unique marrow channel Nurturing from the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, he could ignore most of the side effects.

According to Jinkang’s current proposal, if he chose the cheapest options for his 120,000 worth of Supplements, he could get a total of about 65 points of Source.

By comparison, 120,000 worth of Initial Realm Passage would only provide 30 points of Source.

The difference was what you called cost-effectiveness... and a negligible price...

However, even with this, there was still a deficit of 22 points.

For this part, Yang Shen planned to wait and see before making a move.

After all, he occasionally had some extra income. Xu Bamboo’s sweet little drinks arrived daily without fail. If those could fill the gap, it would be a win-win.

If not, he would take two of his precious Peiyuan Pills in the final days.

With this plan in place, he would walk into the college entrance exam hall with the Martial Arts Realm of a Late-stage Marrow Refining practitioner.

This also meant that a ticket to Jiangti was already firmly in his grasp!

’Sorry, Zhuzi. We both might be using cheats...’

’But mine are just on a whole other level.’

Sensing that the sun was about to rise, Yang Shen stopped his musings and opened his eyes.

Everything was proceeding according to plan. The Supplements from Jinkang Pharmacy would be delivered today.

What he needed to do now was solidify his Mid-stage Marrow Refining Realm and forge a body that could ignore any side effects.

Yang Shen stood at the edge of the Celestial Platform, the night wind fluttering the hem of his clothes.

Quietly awaiting my friend, Dongjun, to dance with the vast sky and the solid earth.

When a thread of gold slowly began to rise on the far horizon.

Yang Shen raised his right hand. A black longspear condensed rapidly in his palm, and he executed a magnificent flourish.

An upright figure, a jet-black weapon.

Under the constant effect of the Buddha Sound Body Forging, Yang Shen’s Qi and Blood Value would have been rapidly strengthened even if he did nothing at all.

But that was a "score-focused" approach, and Yang Shen was aiming for "strength-first"!

Body Forging wasn’t just for Strengthening Qi and Blood Value; it was for getting stronger and stronger!

The monthly exams couldn’t even begin to measure Yang Shen’s true level. He now felt he could take on even an Innate Martial Artist in a direct confrontation.

’Well... Director Liang excluded, of course.’

Yang Shen moved his longspear in slow, deliberate motions, each thrust and parry as sharp and blinding as the blazing sun.

After achieving a rating of 10 under the Rising Sun with the Sixth Set of Initial Body Forging Technique, Yang Shen felt an urge to merge his Spear Technique and Fist Technique.

Since ancient times, Martial Arts has had the adages of "turning the fist into a spear" and "wielding the spear like a fist."

There were similarities in how one would Exert Force, in combat strategies, and in footwork, leading to the concept of "Spear and Fist of the Same Origin."

Practicing the spear wouldn’t interfere with the advancement of his Fist Technique; in fact, it could even help him improve, like using the stones of another mountain to polish one’s own jade. After all, once his Fist Technique reached a rating of 10, every little bit of progress was incredibly difficult.

Yang Shen was also constantly searching for an opportunity to comprehend Overlapping Waves, occasionally experimenting with completely different ways of circulating Source within his body.

Yang Shen focused on the longspear in his hands.

He imagined Huo Jun in front of him, the strongest person he knew, as his longspear danced up and down.

He even simulated a scenario where his opponent was using Gang Qi to fight him.

Suddenly, he felt a tremor.

Yang Shen felt the Spinal Dragon shudder, as if it had crossed some kind of boundary.

Normally, a breakthrough between minor realms didn’t come with such a distinct physical sensation, but he wondered if taking the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill had enhanced the potential unleashed by the Marrow Refining Realm.

Yang Shen actually felt a refreshing sensation, like breaking out of a cocoon!

It was as if his spine—which governed his body’s main nerves, hematopoietic functions, and core structure for exerting force—had become clearer and more resilient...

Driven by this change, Yang Shen’s control over his spear thrust was greatly enhanced!

FWOOSH! The tip of his spear actually burst into flames!

The flame was only a dozen or so centimeters long, coiling around the spear tip. With no fuel to burn, it nevertheless lingered without dissipating.

Yang Shen brought the flaming spear tip closer to inspect it. The searing heat had a strange quality... it was similar to the energy that had once wreathed his fists—violent, yet unable to harm him.

’Well... his clothes excluded, of course.’

"I can’t believe that while breaking through to the Mid-stage Marrow Refining Realm... I also had an unexpected breakthrough with my Fist Intent..."

His realm... and his Fist Intent.

Both had reached a whole new level.

According to Director Liang, this was called "Fist Intent Infection."

It was a powerful technique where a Martial Artist used their will as a tool, their Source as a lever and fuel, and their Martial Dao Will to distort reality itself.

In Yang Shen’s own understanding, Fist Intent Infection was like a form of Magic that belonged to Martial Artists.

The Cultivation Side used Magic and Finger Techniques to construct models for guiding Spiritual Qi to cast spells.

The Martial Arts Side used the physical body and will to construct models for guiding Source to produce special effects.

The Infection effect of each Fist Intent was different, like Director Liang’s "Overstiffness is easily broken."

Yang Shen shook the spear tip violently, but the flame didn’t go out. It didn’t even seem to be much affected by the airflow... it remained perfectly stable.

Clearly, this was no mundane fire, but a flame of Spiritual Qi—a Source-flame.

Guiding the flame to his fingertip, Yang Shen held up a finger to inspect it closely...

’This doesn’t seem to be just pure heat... there’s a special effect!’

He would probably need to find an opportunity to test it to find out what exactly it did... preferably in actual combat.

’Sigh... Teacher Huo Jun was right, after all.’

’You only regret your lack of enemies when it’s time to kill!’

It was pretty hard to find a chance to test it out amidst his peaceful school life.

In fact, Yang Shen had already come up with several devious ideas for developing his Fist Intent Infection.

’For instance, since it can extend from my body to my weapon... ’

’...is it possible that in the future, it could extend from the weapon to an enemy’s body?’

’Just one touch, and my opponent would burst into flames?’