After leaving the Welcome Guest Pavilion, Qiaoqi Wu deliberately moved closer to Ian Song and asked in a low voice, "Ian, did you teach Zhipeng Gan and Bo Long their martial arts?"
Previously, when Ian easily defeated Zhixian Cui at the Taekwondo Club, she realized Ian's martial arts were impressive, but she thought there was a limit to how strong he could be.
But tonight, after seeing him snatch guns from drug dealers and police with ghostly speed, pierce the wrists of six traffickers with coins in an instant, and crush over a dozen pistols into a single iron ball—
All of this had far exceeded her understanding of martial arts.
Recently, Bo Long and Zhipeng Gan have been making a splash at school, defeating masters from the Taekwondo, Karate, and other clubs one after another. But back then at the Taekwondo Club, Zhipeng Gan couldn't even beat the vice president.
Why did he suddenly become so strong in such a short time?
If she might have doubted it before, after witnessing Ian’s performance tonight, she was almost certain that Bo Long and Zhipeng Gan learned their martial arts from him.
Ian wasn’t surprised that Qiaoqi could guess this, so he nodded lightly.
Seeing Ian admit it, Qiaoqi couldn’t help but get a little excited. "Ian, can I learn martial arts from you too?"
"Why? Do girls like fighting and brawling too?" Ian asked curiously.
Qiaoqi hesitated a little, then continued, "Don’t laugh, but I’ve dreamed of being a heroine since I was a kid. Unfortunately, the older I got, the more I realized that things like leaping over rooftops or punching a cow across a field only exist in novels or movies. So my dream felt more and more out of reach. But tonight, I realized it might not be so impossible after all."
At this point, Qiaoqi looked at Ian with hopeful eyes. "Will you teach me?"
"Martial arts training is tough. Can a delicate beauty like you handle it?" Ian asked, looking at her.
"There’s no such thing as success without hard work. For my dream, I’m not afraid of any hardship," Qiaoqi answered firmly.
Hearing this, Ian’s eyes flashed with admiration. "Then be at the track at six tomorrow morning."
"Thank you," Qiaoqi said gratefully.
"No need to thank me," Ian smiled. To others, every martial arts manual was precious, but he didn’t really care.
"Sis, Ian, what are you talking about?"
Qianqian Zhang came over.
Qiaoqi glanced at Ian, and Ian nodded.
Upon getting Song Yan's approval, Wu Jiaqi smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just plan to learn martial arts from Song Yan."
"Martial arts?" Zhang Qianqian recalled the scene in the private box earlier, getting excited. "Song Yan, I want to learn too! You can't just teach Second Sis and leave me out—we're old classmates, remember?"
Hearing Zhang Qianqian mention 'old classmates,' Song Yan couldn't help but find it funny. Back then, he had just made up an identity after seeing her ID and student card with his Clairvoyant Vision.
"Alright, you and Wu Jiaqi can come together tomorrow!"
"MUMA!"
Hearing Song Yan agree, Zhang Qianqian was overjoyed. She suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, pressing her soft chest against his arm, making his heart flutter for a moment.
Zhang Qianqian was never one to keep things to herself. As soon as Song Yan agreed to teach her martial arts, she ran off to show off to Wang Xiaomo and Chen Sisi.
When the other two girls heard, their hearts stirred as well—they wanted to learn kung fu from Song Yan too.
"Chen Sisi, do you want to learn martial arts? Actually, I can teach you too!" Gan Zhipeng chimed in at just the right time.
But Chen Sisi just glanced at him disdainfully. "Are you as good as Song Yan? Why would I learn from you instead of him?"
Chen Sisi's words left Gan Zhipeng speechless. He also remembered Song Yan's warning: without his permission, they weren't allowed to teach his martial arts to anyone else.
As the saying goes, herding one sheep is herding, herding a flock is still herding. So when Chen Sisi and Wang Xiaomo asked to learn martial arts from Song Yan, he agreed to teach them too.
Dorm 516, late at night.
Gan Zhipeng and Long Bo were already asleep. Song Yan sat up in bed, prompted by a system reminder: if he didn't use his two lottery draws before midnight, they'd expire.
In the Great Qin World, Song Yan had earned not only 1.1 billion Fame Points, but also two lottery rewards.
With a thought, the system interface appeared before his eyes:
Host: Song Yan
Level: 10
Physical Strength: 4000 points
Spirit: 920 points
Skills: Physical Arts, Piano Master, Driving Mastery, Firearms Master, Super Chef, Painting & Calligraphy Mastery, Eastern Medicine Mastery, Gambling Mastery, Language Master, Raging Tidal Surge, Thousand-Hand Buddha, Dragon-Elephant Force, Whirlwind Thirty-Nine Forms, Huarong Golden Needle Method.
Divine Abilities: Photographic Memory, Complete Mastery, Clairvoyant Vision, Radiance of Life, Spatial Stasis, Gravity Domain, Pill Condensation Technique, Puppet Mastery.
Cultivation Method: Origin-Nurturing Scripture
Fictional World: Unlocked
Fame Points: 2.75 billion
Next lottery: 200 million points.
Back when he entered the Great Qin World, his Physical Strength was only 3,000 points. At the time, he was just at Innate Fifth Layer, but now he’d reached Innate Eighth Layer, and with his body tempered by Heaven and Earth Essence Blood, his Physical Strength had increased by a full 1,000 points.
His Spirit stat had also risen sharply, now at 920 points, compared to just 650 before entering the Great Qin World. This was thanks to the Spirit-Nurturing Pills he’d refined in the Secret Realm.
After confirming his stats, Song Yan focused his mind and activated the lottery.
The first lottery wheel spun rapidly, then stopped on a golden light: Marrow-Cleansing Pill (five).
Song Yan couldn’t help but smile. The Marrow-Cleansing Pill was a top-tier cultivation treasure—taking one would wash away impurities, open the meridians, and greatly improve innate talent.
In the Great Qin World, such a pill was worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, and even then, it was hard to find.
"With these five Marrow-Cleansing Pills, I can help Wu Jiaqi, Zhang Qianqian, Wang Xiaomo, and Chen Sisi all lay a solid foundation for cultivation. I'll save the last one for myself."
After putting away the pills, Song Yan triggered the second lottery.
This time, the wheel stopped on a golden light again: Dragon-Elephant Force (advanced version).
Dragon-Elephant Force was a top-tier martial art. Song Yan had already cultivated the basic version, but now he’d received the advanced one.
The advanced Dragon-Elephant Force was ten times more powerful than the basic version.
After integrating the skill, Song Yan felt a surge of power—his Physical Strength instantly rose by 2,000 points, reaching 6,000.
His body was now even tougher than that of an Innate Ninth Layer expert.
Song Yan took a deep breath, feeling his body filled with explosive energy.
He was now one step closer to breaking through to the next realm.
After making sure everything was in order, Song Yan lay down and quickly fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Song Yan woke up, washed up, and went to class as usual.
After class, he returned to his dorm, only to find Wu Jiaqi, Zhang Qianqian, Wang Xiaomo, and Chen Sisi already waiting for him.
Seeing Song Yan, the four girls immediately surrounded him, each eager to learn martial arts.
Song Yan smiled, took out four Marrow-Cleansing Pills, and handed one to each of them.