High School Student with Immortal Race System

June 5th, the last day of high school.

Youth was over, just like that, with the final school bell.

Abrupt, yet ordinary.

But the young men and women had no time for nostalgia; their eyes were fixed on the college entrance exams just days away.

In fact, many had already stopped coming to school in these final days. Some had their own sprint plans, while others chose to simply face the world head-on.

Some felt a sense of loss.

So, naturally, others were preparing for war!

In a certain mansion in Jinshui District.

Dressed in form-fitting athletic wear, Cao Wei was drenched in sweat in her family’s training room.

Her jet-black hair was tied back in an extra-long ponytail that swung at her waistline with every punch.

Her tall, slender frame—the result of long-term, balanced Body Forging—was perfect. That, combined with her pretty, somewhat aloof face, made her seem exceptionally dazzling.

Every frame was a sight to behold.

Many at Nanliang High School knew the Cao family was wealthy, but few knew the specifics of their fortune.

The wealthy who still lived in Jinshui District usually did so because their businesses were located there, making it hard to move.

Her tutor, standing to the side, clapped and said, "Excellent, Miss Cao! You’ve improved again. According to the plan, you should be able to break through to the mid-stage of Marrow Refining tomorrow. Getting into Jiangti is practically a sure thing."

Cao Wei stopped, took the towel he offered to wipe her sweat, and said flatly, "My revered master has taught me a great deal. I believe I should score around 715 on the exam."

The tutor smiled humbly. "I don’t deserve to be called ’revered master.’ This is just my job."

Cao Wei’s gaze sharpened, cutting into him like a knife. "Did you think I was talking about you? I was referring to Master Yang."

The tutor froze, embarrassed. He was just one of Cao Wei’s many tutors, only visiting once or twice a week.

He’d vaguely heard that this young lady had found a fellow student to be her teacher... but he’d never paid it any mind, even thinking it was rather absurd.

Still, a little indignant, the tutor said sternly, "Miss Cao, your studies are a serious matter. Guidance from an unknown source could be counterproductive. You shouldn’t listen to just any random person. It would be best if you followed my instruction."

Cao Wei stared coldly at the tutor, who was a full two heads taller than her, until he gradually shrank back, averting his gaze.

"You’ve lost your bonus!"

The tutor: ???

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In a dilapidated old residential complex, inside a twenty-square-meter single room, the massive figure of Tian Zihan was lifting a pair of battered dumbbells.

He alone took up half the space.

His mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, and maternal grandma—the other five people—were squeezed onto a single bed board, studying college entrance exam policies.

Getting a high score depended on strength, but choosing which colleges to apply to was a skill in itself, one that also involved selecting a major.

Ever since they sold the family’s only house to fund Tian Zihan’s exam preparations, the family of six had gotten used to the cramped conditions.

They even had to draw lots to use the toilet. If you didn’t get a turn, you just had to hold it.

Mr. Tian pushed up his glasses. "Zihan, your Qi and Blood Value is 489... It’s been rising so quickly lately!"

Tian Zihan didn’t stop his reps, just smiled. "It’s mainly thanks to Master Yang... I’ve been getting a lot of Source Replenishing Potions."

The other students looked down on those foul-tasting potions, so he ended up consuming most of them.

"Of course, it’s also because Master Yang’s guidance increased the efficiency of Strengthening Qi and Blood Value. Otherwise, no amount of Supplements would have helped."

Mr. Tian said, "Master Yang is such a good person... After the exams are over, our whole family must pay him a visit to express our gratitude."

Mr. Tian (Grandpa) nodded. "We should. Let’s give him a red envelope."

Mrs. Tian (Grandma) said, "A red envelope... seems so crass. Let’s bring a gift instead. Daughter-in-law, how much do we have in savings?"

Mrs. Tian (Mother) flipped through a handwritten ledger. "Based on our current situation... we can afford two bunches of bananas. But that will leave us short on the utility bill. From now on, if it’s yellow, let it mellow."

Tian Zihan sighed. ’Have things really gotten this desperate?’

Mr. Tian looked at the records in his hand and suddenly said, "Son, what do you think? If we go all-in for these last few days, can you reach ’mid-stage Marrow Refining’?!"

Tian Zihan was taken aback. "Go all-in *again*?"

’Aren’t we already going all-in every single day?’

Mrs. Tian (Mother) asked, confused, "Honey, can we even get another loan? Haven’t all the platforms, banks, friends, relatives, and classmates blacklisted us already?"

Mr. Tian gritted his teeth. "As long as he can reach mid-stage Marrow Refining, Zihan could even challenge for a spot at Jiangti! I have another way!"

"What way?"

"I’ll go donate sperm!"

Mrs. Tian was shocked. "The shortfall is at least tens of thousands of yuan... That won’t be enough, will it..."

As expected of a family that went all-in daily, Mrs. Tian knew every possible money-making scheme like the back of her hand. "Besides, your Martial Cultivation has dropped to just Skin Refining... I remember they only pay 500 yuan per donation for that level."

Mr. Tian declared, "I’ll just go more often! For my son, what’s a little exhaustion? Even if I collapse, I’ll collapse in the donation room!"

Mr. Tian (Grandpa) slapped his thigh. "Why didn’t I think of that! I’ve still got some in me, but they won’t take it at my age! Otherwise, it’d be father and son marching into battle! We’d definitely cover Zihan’s shortfall!"

Tian Zihan took a deep breath. He subconsciously wanted to say, ’Why not three generations, grandfather, father, and son, all charging into battle together! We’ll fight for a future!’

But then he remembered he was powerless to help...

Tian Zihan clenched his fists, which were as big as sandbags... and felt an infinite well of determination surge within him.

"Dad, go on, don’t worry! I promise I won’t let you down! If there was any way I could help, I’d go with you in a heartbeat."

His father’s eyes were red as he patted Tian Zihan’s shoulder. "It’s alright, son. Dad understands your difficulties. Once you reach the Innate Realm and achieve ’Innate Rebirth,’ you’ll regain your Primordial Yang. That’s when we’ll finally have made it!"

Tian Zihan nodded solemnly. "I’m looking forward to that day."

All in!!

Get into Jiangti!

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In another residential complex, one with much better surroundings.

Zhao Mengmeng was studying for her liberal arts exams.

Outside her room, her mother was watching a drama and chattering nonstop.

"You’re actually quite impressive, you know. You managed to qualify for a Tier 1 university? Not bad, Meng Meng."

Zhao Mengmeng hummed smugly. "Of course. Don’t you know who I am?"

"It might be one of the lower-ranked Tier 1s, but at least it’s something to be proud of."

The smile on Zhao Mengmeng’s youthful face fell.

Her family was neither rich nor poor, content to just go with the flow.

Their circumstances weren’t bad, and their income was stable. They could afford to support an ordinary Martial Arts High School student without having to join the death-march rat race.

But the family had never had overly high academic expectations for Zhao Mengmeng. If she could get into college, great. If not, so be it.

Mrs. Zhao changed the subject. "Oh, right. Remember to date in college. Don’t neglect what’s important."

Zhao Mengmeng turned around, confused. "Dating is what’s important?!"

Mrs. Zhao stretched, revealing the same excellent curves her daughter had inherited. "That’s about the long and short of it. What, are you planning to become a Valkyrie and explore Exotic Realms? College is just for getting a diploma and experiencing life."

"And don’t be too picky when you date. You inherited my looks and figure, but you tragically got your dad’s height. Just find a decent husband."

"I’m waiting to hold my grandchild, you know. I can still help you raise them while I have the energy. Once I’m old, I won’t be able to handle the trouble."

Zhao Mengmeng was exasperated. ’I’m practically an innocent child, how can you talk to your daughter about this!’

She said sternly, "Mom, what are you talking about! The legal age of marriage in Yanhua is twenty! And I’ll only be eighteen when I start college!"

Mrs. Zhao was unmoved, simply placing a plate of grapes on the small tray table resting on her chest and enjoying them leisurely.

Then she said nonchalantly, "I’m thirty-six this year."

Zhao Mengmeng: Huh?

Huh?!!!

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The Yang Family residence, on the Celestial Platform.

In the dark of night, a tall, straight-backed young man sat cross-legged in the full-lotus position. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and heart were aligned in a straight line, his hands forming a crescent moon, held slightly above his navel.

Spiritual Qi, or the ’Source’ in the air, invisible to the naked eye, gathered around him like glowing specks of light, drawn to a flame.

If one could see on a larger scale, they would discover that the entire Celestial Platform was enveloped in an Array, which increased the concentration of Spiritual Qi within it.

Yang Shen remained motionless like this until the sky gradually brightened.

When his old friend Dongjun sent a thread of gold rising from the horizon, Yang Shen felt a stirring and opened his eyes.

Facing the brilliant golden light, a fluorescent gleam flashed in Yang Shen’s eyes and vanished.

Ever since he began his Cultivation, he had gradually noticed something unusual about his eyes. His vision, night vision, and dynamic visual acuity had all been greatly enhanced.

But this change had yet to undergo a qualitative leap, and the opportunity for it was all too brief.

It only happened in the instant he opened his eyes to gaze at the sun each day, as if something was being absorbed by them.

It seemed to be a change even more subtle than "Spiritual Qi" or "Source."

Yang Shen stood up and gathered his thoughts. With a wave of his right hand, a black spear instantly materialized.

He twirled it in a brilliant flourish, then began to practice his Martial Arts under the Rising Sun, his focus absolute.

The fist is the bone of the spear, and without the spear, there is the fist... Half a month ago, he had begun to "use the spear in place of the fist," approaching from a different angle to smooth out the final bottleneck of the "Sixth Set."

As Yang Shen moved, the Spiritual Qi he had absorbed throughout the night began to be consolidated into his flesh and blood. On the Martial Arts Side, this was the orthodox method for every Martial Arts Practitioner.

On the Cultivation Side, however, this process was known as "Body Tempering."

Since starting the "Super Sprint Plan" a month ago, Yang Shen had not slacked in his daily Cultivation for a single day, and with the help of the Array, his progress had accelerated even more.

Furthermore, the large quantities of Source Replenishing Potions he exchanged for each day, providing dozens of extra points to his Qi and Blood Value, had become a crucial tipping point for the final push.

Three days remained until the college entrance exams.

Today, his Qi and Blood Value had reached 800.

He would face the exams at the late-stage of Marrow Refining!

==Portal==

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