CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: DIVINE MANAGEMENT BUREAU SPECIAL TRAINING CLASS

"Special training class...?"

Fang Qingyu picked up the phone, feeling a bit taken aback.

"Yes, if the Elite Class is the cradle that nurtures Martial Artists, then the Special Training Class is the hall where elite geniuses gather."

"Not only you, with your Innate Martial Seed, but almost all Divine Cultists of your age in Qingjian City will be attending."

Lin Kang’s words slightly excited Fang Qingyu.

To be honest, ever since he began practicing Martial Arts,

he barely felt any pressure from his peers.

He always viewed transcendence as the goal,

climbing upward step by step.

Later on, with the emergence of Life Ghosts and Divine Cultists,

he began to feel a bit of pressure.

But since he now had one foot in the extraordinary realm and had defeated a Divine Cultist of the same level,

it became even more difficult to find peers who pressured him.

And now, there’s a platform like this...

offering the opportunity to spar with the top geniuses of his age group.

Fang Qingyu couldn’t ask for more.

He immediately agreed.

"Alright, someone will pick you up tomorrow morning. Pack your luggage and weapons tonight, and report in tomorrow."

There was no surprise in Lin Kang’s voice when Fang Qingyu agreed.

If it was the first contact, he might not have understood.

But after observing several battles,

it was clear...

Fang Qingyu is, at his core, someone who never admits defeat.

Combined with his calm, battle-crazed nature,

what seemed like many life-on-the-line battle choices often turned out to be the key to breaking through situations.

"I guarantee... you’ll fall in love with the Special Training Class."

The call ended with Lin Jiao’s playful remark.

...

The morning light spread out behind the leaden clouds.

The city was shrouded in a curtain of rain woven from silver threads.

Water streaks meandered down the glass facades of skyscrapers, neon afterglows dissolved into dazzling colors, floating in the steaming mist.

Fang Qingyu got up early.

Standing in front of the mirror washing up, he shaved the little stubble that had grown.

Last night, besides encountering Life Ghosts on Purple Flower Street,

there was also a wave from the farthest area away from him.

Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, the battle was already over.

He didn’t gain anything from it.

However, the Life Pearls dropped from the five killed on Purple Flower Street,

all ended up in Fang Qingyu’s pocket.

As usual,

a handling fee, say one Life Pearl, should be paid.

But Old Qiao refused to accept it...

there was nothing Fang Qingyu could do.

After tidying up his appearance and clothing,

Fang Qingyu closed his packed suitcase, shouldered the scabbard containing Mo Ting, and walked out of his house with his suitcase.

"Hello, are you Mr. Fang?"

At the entrance of the residential area, a vehicle with military plates was parked.

Someone had been waiting there early.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu with his luggage and his gait, they approached and asked.

"Yes, are you from the Divine Management Bureau?"

Fang Qingyu stopped and asked.

Seeing the other party show their credentials, he handed over his suitcase and got into the backseat with Mo Ting.

This Special Training Class is even more prestigious than he had imagined.

The training time is from 8 AM to 12 PM,

and from 8 PM to 2 AM.

Other times are free for individual activities.

So the progress of bodyguard and porter skills won’t be delayed.

Only the business with the Commerce Association...

will have to be temporarily put on hold.

During the morning rush, the neon lights hadn’t completely dimmed, and the car’s radio was reporting the red warning for heavy rain today.

Another heavy rain.

The rain from April continued into May, showing no signs of stopping.

Half an hour later,

the car slowly came to a stop in front of the Divine Management Bureau headquarters.

"We’ve arrived, Mr. Fang. Once you go inside, someone will take you to the Special Training area."

"Alright, thank you."

After taking his luggage from the trunk,

Fang Qingyu gazed up at the towering building amidst the rain.

His heart simmered with anticipation.

Entering the building,

there weren’t many people inside.

But they all seemed very cautious; as soon as he stepped in, almost everyone turned to glance at him.

"No need to look over there."

Fang Qingyu turned his head and saw Lin Kang had been waiting on the side.

"Lin Jiao."

"I’m not a coach of the Special Training Class; call me Lin Team from now on."

Lin Kang slightly altered what Fang Qingyu called him.

"Alright."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

"Joining the Special Training Class means you’ve already become a reserve member of the Divine Management Bureau, and there will be an investiture ceremony later."

While leading Fang Qingyu to the elevator, Lin Kang explained.

Fang Qingyu was taken aback and asked, "Joining the army?"

"It means you’re enlisted, but it doesn’t involve the military training rituals, and even after you graduate from the Special Training Class, most of your time will still be free."

Entering the elevator, Lin Team explained.

He then swiped an ID card and pressed the button for the -3 floor.

The elevator door silently slid open, the metallic vibration trembling through the soles of his feet.

The view was of a hall with high-tech sensations.

"Your dorms and training area are all on this floor. Let’s get your luggage stored first."

Lin Kang led down the left corridor.

Fang Qingyu followed, observing the surroundings.

This place didn’t resemble a basement at all; it looked like the ground had been hollowed out, and the corridor alone was quite spacious.

Along the way, the titles of people he encountered broadened Fang Qingyu’s horizons.

The red names rarely seen outside appeared from time to time here.

However, most were Martial Artists.

Passing through several corridors,

the dormitory was a single room. Fang Qingyu placed down his luggage and took Mo Ting out of the scabbard.

He then followed Lin Kang to the training hall.

"By the way, note that no fighting is allowed on this floor."

"But here, opportunities for practical combat training are abundant."

"For example, the Special Training Class holds weekly ranking challenges, occasional matches with Martial Arts Halls, or like you did last time, you could use a Life Pearl to bait them for challenges at the training ground... "

Fang Qingyu twitched his mouth.

"Using Life Pearls to bet with others, that’s okay?"

"There’s no issue; in fact, I bet you won’t even need to seek them out. They’ll likely come to you on their own to regain face for the Divine Cultists."

With that, Lin Kang pushed open the door to the training hall.

What Fang Qingyu saw first caught his eye.

The dome was constructed from an unknown material, over twenty meters high.

Compared to previous Martial Arts Halls, this space was more than double the size.

A handful of people had already scattered across the center of the venue, shifting their attention to Fang Qingyu as the door opened.

Fang Qingyu also glanced at them.

All wearing Martial Arts Apprentice and Cultist profession titles.

Roughly a hundred people.

Yet among that group,

the most eye-catching was the middle-aged man standing at the forefront.

With the most dazzling professional title above his head,

[Martial Arts Grandmaster]

This was Fang Qingyu’s first time seeing a profession title different from the Martial Arts category.

It seemed that he had indeed come to the right place.

Lin Kang led Fang Qingyu forward, softly advising.

"Remember, you only have one goal here."

"Crush them, shatter them, and secure the most resources."

"Quickly step into the realm of Martial Artist!!!"