Chapter 10: Senior Brother, Want to Team Up?

Jiang Changkong didn’t know what other people’s senior sisters were like.

But Zhou Wen’s senior sister—Ji Ziling had shown him—was ordinary in appearance and average in figure.

Clearly, she had also been designated by Ji Ziling.

In the end, after reaching an agreement with Ji Ziling, he could go to the school anytime. The free senior sister would be handled by her.

Ji Ziling entrusted the clinic to him to look after. An hour later, she came out with a golden card and handed it to him:

“This is a temporary student ID, special one, with great effects.”

“What effects?” Jiang Changkong asked curiously.

Looking at the temporary student ID—a pale golden card—it had special effects?

“The information resets daily. As for what effects, you’ll have to figure it out yourself.” Ji Ziling waved her hand dismissively. “Alright, there aren’t many patients anyway, you can go.”

Jiang Changkong left the clinic, tightly clutching the student ID in his hand.

Although the cost was a bit high, for the sake of improvement, he had no choice.

He was here to improve his strength, not to indulge in lust.

Jiang Changkong reminded himself of this.

The clinic didn’t have many patients; he could come whenever he wanted and leave whenever he didn’t.

Ji Ziling could manage on her own.

Jiang Changkong returned the clinic keys to Ji Ziling—he was heading to the Martial Arts School.

Returning home, he bathed and slept. The next morning, he went to the Martial Arts School alone.

Ji Ziling had already informed them in advance; the security guard saw him but chose to ignore him.

This time, without Zhou Wen accompanying him, luckily Ji Ziling had sent him a map.

The location of the Simulation College Entrance Exam was opposite the dormitory—a steel Divine Pagoda.

It had three floors in total.

One year simulated one floor; after three years of simulation, one could proceed to the college entrance exam.

Outside the iron pagoda were two flower beds. Although it was still early, many people were already coming and going.

Some, in order to pass the one-year simulated assessment and the Simulation College Entrance Exam, had been fighting almost through the night.

This reminded him of his own struggles during the college entrance exam. Though he was just an ordinary student, he had still given it his all.

Sitting on the flower bed outside the pagoda, watching the students coming and going, Jiang Changkong was very patient.

Some of the students entering and leaving were just there to observe and gain experience, not to participate in the simulated assessment.

Jiang Changkong sat for two hours but still hadn’t gained anything.

This left him somewhat frustrated.

Meanwhile, a few more students had gathered around him, sitting on the flower beds just like him.

“Ah, the simulated assessment is too hard—it actually requires mid-stage stellar qi.”

“The school is really pushing it. We need to find a way quickly; I don’t want to be expelled.”

Beside Jiang Changkong, two students sighed and complained.

“Did your senior brother give you any weapons?”

“Not a chance. If you haven’t passed the simulated assessment, you’re not officially a student of the school yet.”

“Mine too. If I had a first-order weapon, even a low-grade one, it would be enough to pass the assessment.”

Someone else joined in, sighing.

Jiang Changkong listened quietly. He didn’t understand the classification of weapons.

But since he wasn’t familiar with these people and they seemed in low spirits, he decided not to ask.

Before long, more and more complaints arose—from the initial two people to four or five, and then even more.

All of them were students who had joined the school less than a year ago or were about to complete their first year but hadn’t passed the Simulation Exam yet.

They were worried about the Simulation Exam; if they failed, they would be expelled.

The Martial Arts School’s admissions weren’t strict, but the assessments were.

They gave Martial Artists who had cultivated Star Power a chance to enter the Martial Arts School. Whether they could seize this opportunity was up to them.

As for the assessment, he had asked Ji Ziling about it yesterday.

One year simulation exam, only those at the peak of early-stage stellar qi might have a chance to complete it.

Just a possibility—one careless move, and even mid-stage stellar qi cultivators could fail.

For talented top students, reaching late-stage stellar qi within a year is no problem.

Super top students can directly advance to Star Cloud or even stronger, and even Martial Arts Schools would treat them with reverence.

As for ordinary students, even if one or two with decent talent reach mid-stage stellar qi, without good weapons, they would still struggle to pass.

Among those complaining, several were at mid-stage stellar qi.

Gradually, more and more people joined the discussion, crowding the entrance.

“Don’t block the way, move aside, move aside.”

A cold shout rang out as a young man, head held high, forcefully pushed through the crowd.

“Who is that?” The complaining students, already in a bad mood, began cursing.

“Which bastard is so blind?”

“Get lost.”

“It’s top student Gu Xiaoyu. He joined the school a year ago, reached late-stage stellar qi, and is now preparing to challenge the two-year simulation exam.”

A surprised exclamation spread through the crowd.

Suddenly, the crowd fell silent, an eerie quiet settling over them.

The young man curled his lips into a smile—one of pride and arrogance.

He said nothing, merely casting a disdainful glance at the crowd before entering the iron tower.

“It’s just late-stage stellar qi. Look at how smug he is.”

Someone remarked sourly.

“He has the right to be smug. He passed the one-year simulation exam in just half a year, earning several Star Stones as a reward for completing it early.”

“That’s what he earned through his own ability. If you have the skill, complete it early too. Look at how jealous you are.”

“Who’s jealous?”

Jiang Changkong couldn’t bear to listen any longer and simply closed his eyes to rest.

He couldn’t be bothered with such pointless talk.

But completing the simulation exam early actually rewards Star Stones?

Ji Ziling hadn’t mentioned this to him, likely not expecting him to finish early.

What if, on his first day of enrollment, he solo-cleared the three-year simulation exam? How much reward would he get?

Could he become a super top student?

Just thinking about it made him feel a little excited.

“Bastard, how dare you hit me?”

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out, and chaos erupted at the entrance of the iron tower.

Students scattered in all directions as stellar qi surged—someone had taken action.

Jiang Changkong was stunned and confused, never expecting something like this to happen.

Whoosh!

A sword beam of stellar qi suddenly shot through the crowd. The student in front of Jiang Changkong had just fled, leaving the sword beam heading straight for him.

It was too sudden. Jiang Changkong had no time to dodge.

Thud!

The sword beam struck his chest with a dull thud, shattering into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air.

The scene fell silent instantly. The two students who had been fighting froze, looking at him in panic.

“S-sorry, I-I didn’t mean to.”

“Hurry, go to the infirmary.”

Both of them panicked. They had been arguing and ended up fighting, never expecting to involve someone else.

Even more unexpected was that Jiang Changkong hadn’t been able to dodge.

The fleeing students around them stopped, looking at Jiang Changkong with concern. Many wore expressions of relief.

Relieved that the sword beam hadn’t struck them, that they had dodged in time.

Jiang Changkong pulled open his shirt, which had been torn.

There wasn’t a single mark on his chest.

“I’m fine.”

He shook his head. He didn’t need to go to the infirmary.

He still had to wait here.

“Are you really okay?”

The two students were still worried and quickly approached him, carefully checking him over.

Assured that he was unharmed, the two did not relax; instead, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads: “S-senior, we really didn’t mean it.”

Both were at the mid-stage stellar qi level. Yet Jiang Changkong remained completely unscathed after taking a sword strike—just how strong was he?

This kind of senior was someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.

“Be more careful in the future.”

Jiang Changkong shook his head and said, “You can go about your business.”

“Thank you, senior, thank you, senior.”

The two repeatedly bowed: “We’ll definitely be more careful from now on. How about we treat you to a meal this time, as compensation?”

“No need,” Jiang Changkong refused.

“Senior, it’s you.”

A young man walked out excitedly and said, “I saw you with Senior Ji Ziling. Last time, I was injured after failing the simulation college entrance exam and went for treatment.”

“I’m not your senior.”

Jiang Changkong said helplessly, I haven’t even joined a martial arts school yet, and even if I did, I’d only be your junior.

“You’re close with Senior Ji Ziling and Senior Zhou Wen, so you count as my senior too.”

The young man was rather familiar, plopping down beside Jiang Changkong: “Senior, are you here to take the simulation college entrance exam too?”

“Just here to take a look. I haven’t taken a single simulation exam in a year,” Jiang Changkong said.

“Haven’t taken a single simulation exam in a year?”

The surrounding students were all stunned at once, their eyes burning as they looked at him: “Senior, want to team up?”

“??”

Jiang Changkong was utterly bewildered. What was going on?