Great Xia New Calendar Year 189, Celestial Yang City, First High School.
"I made some progress yesterday. My Thunderbolt Fist has successfully reached Minor Achievement."
"Good heavens! Minor Achievement? Class Leader, you’re amazing! Doesn’t that mean you’ll definitely be in the top three for the final martial arts exam?"
"Class Leader, you must have already advanced to a Quasi-Martial Artist! Breaking through to become a Martial Artist is just around the corner."
"..."
In the front row of the classroom, a well-built teenager was proudly boasting, while several classmates nearby were eager to flatter him.
But when his gaze swept to the handsome figure by the window in the back row, a trace of disdain flickered in his eyes, and a tinge of jealousy rose in his heart.
"That’s for sure, if the culture score didn’t account for twenty percent, maybe I’d even have a shot at first place."
"Who knows what those culture points are good for, in the end it’s all about fist strength."
"Even if someone is first in culture, they can’t break through and are still useless!"
While saying this, he raised his voice significantly, clearly intending for someone in the back row to hear.
Several henchmen exchanged glances, understanding the intent, and joined in to mock.
"Yeah...yeah...no matter how good the academic scores are, he’s still a waste. Without talent, it’s all pointless..."
"That’s right, someone like the Class Leader, a prodigy in martial arts, is the true future of our Human Race."
"Without talent yet still dreaming of becoming a Civilization Master, that’s just foolishness."
"..."
At the same moment.
The handsome youth by the window, Lin Ping’an, remained unfazed upon hearing this, seemingly turning a deaf ear, as if he hadn’t heard anything.
The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.
At this moment, he just found it somewhat noisy.
"Ring ring ring..."
As the bell for class began to ring, everyone quickly returned to their seats, and a short-haired female teacher briskly entered the room, glanced around, and began teaching.
"Turn your books to page 136, today we will talk about..."
During the lecture, the female teacher glanced toward the back row with her peripheral vision.
Seeing the handsome figure sitting there dazed with vacant eyes, she sighed quietly but said nothing, collected her thoughts, and continued teaching.
Meanwhile, Lin Ping’an was watching the progress bar on the virtual screen in front of him reach 99%, silently waiting.
By calculation, this life is his second.
In his previous life, Lin Ping’an, born an orphan, died after saving someone, and perhaps because he didn’t drink Meng Po’s Soup, he reincarnated into this seemingly parallel high martial world.
Upon birth, he retained his original memories, his parents were ordinary people, giving him the warmth and family ties he had never experienced.
Unfortunately, after only a few years, they were both killed in an attack by cultists, leaving Lin Ping’an alone once again.
To avenge them, he once trained hard in martial arts, but in the end, due to his low talent and weak constitution, he achieved nothing, barely accomplishing anything.
But giving up was absolutely impossible; he could endure the darkness only because he had never seen the light.
Having experienced family affection, only to lose it again, this vendetta was engraved deep in his bones, unforgettable for a lifetime.
At this moment, the progress bar crept forward at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, finally shifting from 99% to 100%.
[Ding~]
[Civilization Master System successfully activated, loading relevant knowledge...]
Clusters of knowledge surfaced in his mind, as if transmitted from an unknown space.
In an instant, Lin Ping’an let out a muffled groan, feeling dizzy, yet even so, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
In mere seconds, he understood everything.
The system’s functionality is quite simple but equally powerful.
By spending Civilization Value, one can enter the Creation Space to rapidly deduce and create techniques based on related martial arts knowledge.
In the space, not only can the thinking be accelerated using Civilization Points, but sudden inspirations can also be sparked, enhancing creativity.
It’s important to know that sometimes the success or failure of creating a technique hinges on that critical flash of inspiration.
After all, on the original Earth, countless people were hit on the head with apples, but only Newton discovered gravity from it.
Besides, techniques created by a Civilization Master, when taught to others, will offer cultivation feedback.
Though the ratio isn’t high, as long as enough people cultivate, Lin Ping’an can reap thousands or even tens of thousands of times the rewards.
Additionally, after binding with the Civilization Master System, his soul and spiritual power are protected by the system, granting benefits like immunity to soul attacks and spiritual attacks.
A thought arose, and a virtual panel appeared.
[Name: Lin Ping’an]
[Qi Blood Value: 56 calories]
[Martial Arts Realm: None]
[Created Techniques: Unnamed (58%)]
[Civilization Value: 124]
Seeing this, Lin Ping’an instantly understood that the unnamed technique was the one he had been researching and creating all along.
The progress was only slightly over halfway; he had thought he had finished most of it, but apparently, he had still overestimated it.
Years of striving and effort from childhood to adulthood had resulted in completing only 58% of one technique; a Civilization Master truly is the most challenging existence.
The path of creating techniques is indeed not one that just anyone can tread.
However, from this moment, everything has changed; if before Lin Ping’an had an eighty percent chance of creating his first technique, now he had a two hundred percent chance.
Thinking of this, even though he has lived two lifetimes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit excited.
If it weren’t for his strong self-control, Lin Ping’an would have wanted to immediately enter the Creation Space to see how it worked.
But after all, he wasn’t a youngster anymore, he had enough composure; since he didn’t yet know what might happen after using it, it wasn’t too late to study it slowly after returning home.
As he pondered, unconsciously, the class was nearing its end. "Ring ring ring..."
"Class dismissed. Lin Ping’an, come to my office for a moment."
After hearing the bell, the short-haired female teacher said this, then picked up her textbook and turned to leave.
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping’an snapped out of his reverie, his eyes filled with confusion.
He stood up and followed her out.
Seeing this, the Class Leader’s lips twitched into a smirk, and while a smile spread across his face, he spoke with a mocking tone.
"Oh! Didn’t expect even the good student to daydream during class! If even your cultural score drops, you probably won’t even get into college; might as well go screw bolts instead!"
Beside him, several lackeys quickly chimed in with ridicules.
"Right, right, right! The Class Leader is absolutely right!"
"Indeed! Always dragging us down, and not feeling embarrassed, it’s hard for him to keep up the act every day."
"I’ve long disliked that guy, what’s so special? Just better grades, but a sickly physique, can’t even take a punch, a complete waste."
"..."
Honestly speaking, the voices were loud enough that Lin Ping’an could hear every word clearly.
But he couldn’t be bothered to care, just a bunch of kids; taking it seriously was more trouble than it was worth.
Besides, similar words had been heard countless times from childhood to now, far from being enough to anger him.
A few minutes later, he knocked on the office door.
"Come in!"
The voice came from inside, and Lin Ping’an pushed the door open and entered.
In the large office, only the female teacher was present; the other teachers hadn’t returned for a break yet.
Even in this seemingly high martial parallel world, after-class sessions were a common occurrence.
All that can be said is different world, the same teachers.