Mary Taylor
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Fang Ping spent more than an hour at the morgue. Someone had died during then, so he had once gone out to help lift the body but the process went without incident. Little Zhao and some others looked at him curiously. This newbie was doing well. Perhaps he had seen blood before? ... As lunchtime approached, Zhao Xuemei could finally take it no longer and threw up! At noon, Lu Fengrou had invited them for a meal. Of all things, it was a bloody steak! “You’ll get used to it after…
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Day two. Fang Ping and Zhao Xuemei were already waiting at the university gate early in the morning. Lu Fengrou did not arrive on foot, instead, she drove a car. A red sports car! In these two months, Fang Ping did not go out much. He had almost forgotten about cars. Seeing Lu Fengrou driving a car now, he could not help feeling a sense of unfamiliarity. “What are you looking at? Get in!” Lu Fengrou looked very trendy. She had even donned a pair of sunglasses. When the two had gotten in,…
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Lu Fengrou had left for the Catacombs. Before the martial arts training commenced in the special training classes, Fang Ping and Zhao Xuemei could only cultivate by themselves. Fortunately, both of them were prioritizing bone-honing at this stage. Lu Fengrou’s absence would not affect them much. ... In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday. Saturday. The special training class today was not conducted at night — it was in the morning. Soon after sunrise, Fang Ping and the others did not go…
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Day two. Thursday. As usual, it was Bai Ruoxi’s general knowledge class at night. Everyone knew that the general knowledge classes were the martial arts universities’ effort to pass on to the students certain basic knowledge that was shared among circles of martial artists. Building number 6. Tonight, Bai Ruoxi had brought a large number of printed papers. As soon as night had fallen, she distributed a sheet to…
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The classroom fell silent momentarily. Everyone was still digesting what they had heard. Eventually, Yang Xiaoman spoke up, “Teacher, you mentioned that this information was only made known to students after they became a Rank-3 martial artist. If you’re telling us in advance, does that mean...” Bai Ruoxi tucked her hair behind her ears and said in a hushed voice, “I’m not sure.” “In 1920, there were only…
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Inside the classroom. Bai Ruoxi continued, “Previously, some things were only taught when a student reached Rank-3. “Why Rank-3 specifically you may ask? “Because a Rank-3 martial artist who has honed all his limbs is the perfect warrior in battle. They can easily defend their lives while attacking their enemies. “A Rank-1 or Rank-2 martial artist, however, is much weaker comparatively. “Even though one has completed honing their upper or lower limbs, there is a huge gap in skill…
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The school was quiet as usual. It was a norm that some of the instructors were away on leave. Usually, instructors had a lot of their plates and some even carried out missions. Even though Fang Ping thought it was odd, he did not ask about it. Even so, the students were more interested in talking about Fang Ping that day. ... Discussions were heard early in the morning coming from the School of Weaponry Class (1). “Are you saying that Zhao Lei’s no match for him? Is Fang Ping really…
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The monitor election ended quickly without a hitch. After Fang Ping had completely thrashed Zhao Lei, the person who had the most bones honed and thus deemed himself first in the class, the other 48 students suddenly had no opinion on the matter. Not when Zhao Lei was still faking unconsciousness on the floor. He had to! He had to preserve his dignity somehow. He was almost powerless against the other when he was beaten up black and blue. Although Fang Ping had admittedly snuck up on him, the…
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The next day, in the Building of Practical Combat Training. Fang Ping picked up on the negative vibes coming from the room. At the sight of him, many students thought that they were going to get beat up. Zhao Lei looked displeased as well. He exhaled through his nostrils furiously when he saw Fang Ping. He said in a low voice, “Fang Ping, I’ll get my revenge eventually for the things you did to me!”…
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Logistics Department. Fang Ping was quite surprised that Lu Fengrou had brought him to the Logistics Department of all places. They did not head to the Exchange Office on the first floor but directly went up to the third floor. Although the sky was dark, the Exchange Office was still open. Martial artists trained every hour of the day. “The first floor houses the Credit Collection Office and the Exchange Office.…
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