Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 70: Hope City’s Shock, Arrival at Great Xia Academy,

"Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"

"It seems that the big shot couldn’t be bothered to pick up these low tier exotic beasts, so we can conveniently take them back and exchange for rit points."

"It’s a bloody win!"

"Oh my God! Look over there! There’s more!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Speed up! Clean up the battlefield!"

"It’s an unexpected windfall! Once we transport these exotic beast corpses back, we’ll earn rit points, allowing us to continue cultivation for a long ti."

"I heard that the Pharmacy Association recently developed an elixir that reduces the sensation of pain, which when used with ’Painful Demon Body,’ can help one endure for much longer."

"Hmph! That’s just a crooked way, a real man can withstand a little pain without any ds!"

"..."

With these words, the hunting squads sprang into action, happily joining in the collection of corpses.

Soon, cart after cart of exotic beast corpses were being transported continuously to Hope City, with smiles on the faces of each hunting squad mber.

Half an hour later.

The news reached the high levels of Hope City, and soon several middle tier martial artists were dispatched to check the surroundings of the city.

Furthermore, they returned with more detailed intelligence in the shortest ti possible.

Monts later.

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion.

"Damn it! Who the hell did this? It’s just not right! A Quasi-Grandmaster of all people knows that those exotic beasts outside the city are for Lower Third Grade martial artists to train with, yet they ca here to slaughter low tier exotic beasts."

"Not only that! They killed and left it at that, for what reason? This is insane!"

"Goddamn it, if I find out who it is, I’ll beat them up and make them replenish the exotic beasts."

"I’m so pissed off!"

"Think... think hard about who could be so shaless! Su Changge? It can’t be! That little brat should be in Mountain and Sea City right now."

"Song Mubai? It can’t be either! That little rascal is in seclusion, trying to break through to the High Grade."

"Could it be..."

At the mont, a chubby man exuding the aura of an Eighth Grade Grandmaster Realm kept jumping and cursing.

His actions completely lacked the dignity one would expect from a powerhouse.

It was obvious that these high-level figures hadn’t found out who killed the exotic beasts.

Even the City Lord of Hope City was no exception.

Normally, an Eighth Grade powerhouse would be able to sense everything within a radius of two hundred miles, but he was in seclusion and didn’t pay much attention at the ti, which allowed for this oversight.

Because of this, he was extrely angry.

He should have known, but, due to unforeseen circumstances, he couldn’t find the target and had to send people out again to capture them.

Being taken advantage of like this silently was infuriating to think about.

anwhile, Lin Ping’an was blissfully unaware, happily watching his rit points on the panel.

An hour later.

In the outskirts near Kyoto, a red sports car drove in and adeptly found a place to park.

Next, Su Die led Lin Ping’an along, explaining as they walked.

"Vehicles aren’t allowed inside the academy; you can only park here. It’s a straight walk for a kiloter to reach the main gate."

Lin Ping’an lifted his head and gazed into the distance at the imposing main gate, which soon ca into view.

The first feeling.

Big!

The second feeling.

Terrifying!

The sense of grandeur ca from the buildings themselves, while the sense of terror ca from the giant black dragon head displayed next to the gate.

Vividly lifelike, it seed almost alive, and even from afar one could feel its aura of intimidation.

Beside him, Su Die smiled at the corner of her mouth.

"You see that, don’t you? That’s the head of a Ninth Grade Black Dragon slain by the first Dean of the Great Xia Academy."

"That dragon head has been hanging there for nearly a hundred years, its flesh remains uncorrupted, emanating its own oppressive aura."

"Of course, in reality, most of the actual pressure has long been sealed, otherwise martial artists below the High Grade wouldn’t be able to endure it, nor even get close."

"..."

Upon hearing this, a trace of ardor appeared on Lin Ping’an’s face.

Ninth Grade Peak?

How much civilization value would killing that bring?

Isn’t that far quicker than waiting for feedback?

Though the feedback from creating cultivation techniques is gradual, slaying exotic beasts is a one-ti deal.

But once you’ve tasted fast profit, who would want to wait slowly and quietly?

Seeing this expression, Su Die had doubts about her eyesight.

What kind of look is this?

Other students would either admire the power of the first Dean or be shocked by their actions.

But with Lin Ping’an, why does it seem like he wants to go up and take a swing at the dragon head?

At this mont, she mused to herself about checking the ntal state of her junior fellow soday.

He seed not only a bit of a scher but also ntally unstable.

Entering the campus, he saw that there were only a few scattered people around.

The students present mostly had weapons on their backs, coming and going in a hurry.

It was then that an introduction reached his ears at the right ti.

"It’s currently holiday ti, so if they aren’t honing their martial arts, doing tasks, or killing exotic beasts, they’re using this ti to reunite with their families."

"As martial artists, they usually live on the edge, always facing death, and even the academy students are no exception."

"This is their—hey, don’t walk away! Wait for !"

This senior was pretty nice, but liked to mix in her own agenda in conversations, always trying to instill so concepts.

Lin Ping’an couldn’t be bothered to engage with that, so he simply moved forward.

Being twice reincarnated, his viewpoints were already mature, and as a martial artist, he was even less likely to be easily swayed.

Others trying to instill ideas felt like scripture chanting to him, irrelevant but quite botherso.

Half an hour later.

After making several trips to complete the procedures, Lin Ping’an took his room card and went to his residence.

The Great Xia Academy indeed lived up to being a top-tier institution, even giving freshn luxurious villas, equipped with specialized martial arts training grounds and various test instrunts.

Of course, according to Su Die, not every freshman’s residence was this luxurious.

Lin Ping’an’s place was Villa Number One, designated for the freshman with the top entrance scores each year.

Once the official term started, there would even be villa challenge events, like an alternative freshman ranking competition.

Whether he could hold onto it depended on his strength.

Additionally, each term, every grade engages in a challenge to determine residence rankings.

At the Great Xia Academy, there is never-ending competition, perating every aspect.

The martial artist’s drive to compete and the priority given to the strong were fully embodied.

Though Lin Ping’an didn’t particularly care, he was very satisfied with the villa’s living environnt.

While he wasn’t inclined to expose too much strength, he didn’t plan to deliberately lose either.

After all, one should never suffer unnecessarily.

Not to ntion, those fellow freshn were just weaklings, and it wouldn’t take much to easily deal with them without showing too much strength.

After being escorted to the villa, Su Die took her leave.

Before leaving, they exchanged contact information.

Then Lin Ping’an entered on his own, familiarizing himself with the environnt and placing the newly traded D-level standard alloy long saber aside.

Next, he went to the bathroom for a wash.

Although he had deliberately avoided getting blood on himself while slaughtering over two thousand exotic beasts within a hundred miles of Hope City, the running around had left so dust on him.

Plus, the pervasive blood scent in the air at the ti had seeped into him quite a bit.

After a dozen minutes, Lin Ping’an wiped his body and changed into the white martial arts uniform he just received, presenting a cultured and refined image.

A while later, a series of knocks suddenly ca from the door.

"Knock, knock, knock... Knock, knock, knock..."

Walking over to open it, he found Su Die, who had recently left, standing outside.

"Here! This is the Space Ring my brother promised you."

A sowhat familiar ring was handed to Lin Ping’an.