Hearing this, the receptionist snapped to attention and quickly spoke up.
"Alright... alright... no problem! I'll get it done right away."
Her attitude was unexpectedly respectful and incredibly amiable.
This was a teenage First Grade Martial Artist, with boundless future potential.
That was the reason for such behavior just now.
Moreover, ordinary people naturally feel a sense of submission when faced with a Martial Artist's superhuman power.
This comes from a deep genetic desire and yearning for strength, which is utterly irresistible.
A few minutes later, the documents were ready. Lin Ping'an took them and turned to leave without hesitation.
Displaying an utter decisiveness with no hint of procrastination.
A moment later, watching his silhouette disappear, the receptionist snapped back to reality with a shriek.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Such a young First Grade Martial Artist, why didn't I ask for an autograph or something!"
"Oh right, I almost forgot, I need to report this to the president immediately."
Saying so, she hastily picked up the desk phone, ready to contact her superior.
In less than half an hour, the president of the Celestial Yang City Martial Arts Association appeared, followed by several other high-ranking officials who had received the news.
As soon as they showed up, they couldn't wait to inquire loudly.
"Where is he? Where did he go?"
"Yes, yes! Xiaoqian! Where is that young man?"
"Finally, a martial arts genius has appeared in Celestial Yang City! This is fantastic!"
"..."
For a while, the receptionist became nervous upon witnessing this scene, stumbling over her words.
"He... he... he's already left."
Upon hearing this, the group sighed, with a hint of complaint in their tone.
"Ah! Why didn't you hold him up a bit?"
"Yes, exactly! I wanted to see what the prodigy of Celestial Yang City looks like."
"..."
Beside them, the president lightly coughed and waved his hand to interrupt the others.
"Alright, no more of this chatter! Where's that young man's information? Get it up! It should have all sorts of data and details! Let's see it."
Upon hearing this, the receptionist immediately complied and brought up the information.
In the next moment, the eager officials jostled her out of the front desk.
"Hiss... hiss... this... this data... what a pity... truly a pity!"
"The Qi Blood Value limit... speed... strength and other values just barely break into the First Grade realm..."
"Does it seem like it was just one Body Tempering session? Truly a shame! Do we have his personal data? Let's bring that up, too..."
"..."
A few minutes later, just as the receptionist retrieved the information, she was once again pushed out from the front desk.
At this moment, an indescribable grievance flashed in her eyes.
On the other side, the officials were analyzing and discussing the information.
"An orphan? Both parents aren't Martial Artists! No resources! Low aptitude! And he reached the First Grade Martial Artist level so quickly! This is truly unbelievable!"
"Yes, indeed! Could he have had some fortuitous encounter? Or is there an issue with his identity?"
"You two fools! Just look closely at what cultivation method he filled in!"
"This... this... Yellow Level Technique 'Painful Demon Body'! I see, this little guy is quite ruthless! It makes sense now!"
"Wait! I don't get it? What's up with 'Painful Demon Body'? Why does practicing this suddenly make everything okay?"
"Hehe... Just buy and practice it on the Celestial Dao Network, and you'll understand. Lower Third Grades cultivation divine technique enhances Qi Blood speed to the point of a miracle."
"Oh my... there's such a powerful technique in the world? Really? I was just in closed cultivation for a few days, and it feels like the world has changed!"
"..."
Except for one uninformed high-ranking official, the others showed admiration.
After all, the 'Painful Demon Body' is truly not something ordinary people can endure.
But even so, their excitement wasn't as strong as it was initially.
Prior to this, they thought Celestial Yang City had produced a True Dragon, but didn't expect such an outcome.
Though 'Painful Demon Body' is miraculous, it's still just a Yellow Level Technique, only supporting advancement to the Lower Third Grades Realm, offering little help for breaking through to the Middle Tier and above.
This result indicated the supposed prodigy's potential was prematurely capped, not the kind of genuine martial arts prodigy they expected.
No matter how young or determined, it was futile as the ceiling was already visible; such low aptitude could never reach greater heights.
Thinking of this, their previously passionate hearts cooled considerably.
True martial arts prodigies are worth befriending and investing in, but this one isn't worth such attention.
At that moment, the president lightly coughed and spoke with deep meaning.
"Emmm... I think it's still necessary to visit First High School, but not in a simple manner; instead, make a big spectacle out of it and spread the word!"
Hearing this suggestion, the neighboring high-ranking officials were a bit puzzled.
But soon, after some thought, they immediately understood and grasped their superior's intent.
"Yes! Exactly! We need to make a grand appearance! And definitely spread the word well!"
"An eighteen-year-old First Grade Martial Artist! Must be publicized! Promote it heavily!"
"Indeed! Although this kid has low aptitude, even if relying on 'Painful Demon Body,' he can only cultivate up to Third Grade at most, but by publicizing this matter, those with higher aptitude students will choose to practice 'Painful Demon Body,' causing the average examination score of Celestial Yang City to increase significantly this year."
"Using him as a stepping stone is most fitting! But doing so might somewhat hit his confidence, so let's allocate more resources as a reward for him as compensation!"
"..."
Meanwhile.
After obtaining the First Grade Martial Arts certificate, Lin Ping'an took the bus to school.
Today marks the final exam, also the last mock exam before the college entrance exam, which is quite important.
Moreover, according to the prior agreement with his teacher, it's roughly the end of his leave, both emotionally and rationally, he needs to show up.
Before stepping into the classroom, he heard some familiar voices.
"My Qi Blood Value has already reached 97; before the college entrance exams, it should be over 100, this year's Martial Arts University is basically secured!"
"Class leader is awesome!"
"The class leader is truly incredible! I've been practicing day and night just to reach 82!"
"Hahaha... naturally... unlike some losers who only hold back the class! If your aptitude's lacking, you should stick to liberal arts, instead of messing around in the martial stream and not be embarrassed."
"..."
As always, the conversation subtly shifted to personal jabs.
Regarding this, Lin Ping'an couldn't remember when he offended that little brat.
But he didn't care before, and he certainly doesn't care now.
Not to mention his hidden true strength, even the newly revealed 110 Qi Blood First Grade strength could easily crush him.
However, such things are but empty fame, Lin Ping'an has no interest in such brainless displays of arrogance.
His vision and ambitions never fell upon these classroom brats.