School building roof. At this time it was 10:00 AM. Students were attending class. The roof was empty, but Xia Ping, taking the opportunity of being expelled from the classroom by Class Teacher Qiu Xue, went to the roof to study the Super Hatred System that had suddenly appeared.
"System, come out immediately," Xia Ping thought. "Didn't it say I could obtain Hate Points? How many Hate Points did I get in the end?!"
Just now he had tried out his previous life's Taunt ability slightly, and unexpectedly the effect was off the charts. He suddenly became the public enemy of the entire class, and even made a student cry.
If this action had no effect, he would have simply become a hateful person for no reason.
"Host, this time you have obtained 120 Hatred Points in total," a cold system voice passed through his mind. "First time activating the system. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the system's big gift — the mysterious cultivation technique Pure Yang Inextinguishable Art."
"Mysterious Cultivation Technique Pure Yang Inextinguishable Art? What is this thing?" Xia Ping blinked his eyes.
The system's voice had no emotion: "Do you accept the system big gift?"
"Accept," Xia Ping instinctively chose.
Boom— at this moment, a huge amount of information was instantly instilled into Xia Ping's mind like a tide. He felt his soul being pulled into a void-like space.
In this space, a white silhouette appeared, sitting cross-legged. Golden meridians appeared within its body, clearly demonstrating how this mysterious cultivation technique worked.
"No way — this Pure Yang Inextinguishable Art is actually a peak Martial Dao cultivation technique. How is this possible?!" Xia Ping could hardly hide the shock in his eyes.
Even on the Martial Dao-prosperous Yanhuang Star, peak Martial Dao cultivation techniques were extremely rare. Only peak martial families or ultra first-class university libraries could obtain them. Ordinary people could only cultivate the basic Federation techniques, painstakingly absorbing the miserable spiritual qi of heaven and earth.
The difference was so great because basic techniques absorbed spiritual qi so inefficiently. If a basic technique's efficiency was 1, then a peak martial technique could be 100 or even 1,000 — a huge gap.
"Is this peak Martial Dao cultivation technique real or fake?" Xia Ping was somewhat suspicious, because according to its description, it could incarnate the universe, swallow the sun's essence, fuse with the physique, burn away the flesh, and forge an eternal body.
Thinking about how terrifying the sun's essence was — ordinary martial experts would instantly turn into fireballs upon absorbing some — made this even more unbelievable.
Even extremely powerful Martial Dao Grandmasters did not dare touch sun's essence at will, yet this technique swallowed it from the start to strengthen the body. If real, calling it a peak technique was not an exaggeration.
Although Xia Ping was slightly doubtful, his gaze soon hardened. This is an opportunity. Whether it's true or not, I'll try it. If there's danger, I'll stop immediately.
Thinking this, he sat cross-legged and began cultivation according to the information the system transmitted.
Boom! After the system's instilled information, Xia Ping became extremely familiar with the technique as if he had practiced it thousands of times. He immediately entered meditation and merged with nature, his mind in a tranquil state.
As he cultivated, his body seemed to become a black hole. Sun's essence fell from the sky, turned into fireballs, and flooded into his pores, circulating through his meridians.
If outsiders saw Xia Ping's cultivation, they would be half scared to death, because within a ten-meter radius of him had turned into a black hole, absorbing all the sunlight.
Even the wind stopped, as if time itself froze in that space.
He cultivated like this for two hours.
Boom! Xia Ping's body shook. He opened his mouth and spat out a terrifying rotating qi stream like a sharp arrow tearing through the air. Bang! It struck the marble wall in front of the roof.
The marble wall was pierced with a fist-sized hole, letting a ray of sunlight in. On Earth, such a qi blast would pierce a normal person's body — truly a breath-killing attack.
He opened his eyes and immediately emitted golden light. It was as if two flames revolved in his pupils, dazzling brightly before dying down after a long while.
"Martial Apprentice — 4th Heavenly Layer. Just from the first time cultivating this technique, it helped me break through a meridian and advance to the 4th Heavenly Layer. Truly a peak cultivation technique — amazing." Xia Ping said emotionally.
He had spent 18 years painstakingly cultivating to reach the 3rd Heavenly Layer, but by practicing Pure Yang Inextinguishable Art for two hours, he advanced to the 4th Heavenly Layer.
This result was above average even among his class. From this, one could see how formidable Pure Yang Inextinguishable Art really was.
"It seems that breaking through Martial Dao realms isn't that simple after all," Xia Ping said as he stood in a horse stance, twisted his waist, and punched. The strength from his legs, waist, and arms transmitted to his fist.
Bang! His fist ruthlessly struck the marble wall, easily creating a 7–8 cm deep imprint. Stones fell with a crash.
"What powerful body strength." Xia Ping clenched his fist with thoughts surging.
Even without using his internal True Qi, relying solely on his physical strength he could pierce the wall effortlessly.
And this was just his first cultivation. If his cultivation base deepened over time, how terrifying would he become? At this level, even on Earth he would be called a superhuman.
Compared to Martial Dao Grandmasters who could punch through the earth or walk the void, he still had a long way to go.
Gurgle… At this time, Xia Ping's stomach growled. He had been cultivating for two hours and hadn't eaten since morning — he was indeed hungry.
"Go to the dining hall to eat." Xia Ping walked toward the stairs leading down from the roof. It was now lunchtime.
Because Tianshui City 95th Middle School had classes from 7:00 AM to 4:00 PM with no going home in between, students generally ate in the school canteen, though some brought lunch from home.
Xia Ping arrived at the dining hall, spent five or six federation coins, bought two dishes and plain rice, and found a place to sit, happily thinking about eating.
"Xia Ping!" At this moment, a familiar voice called. Xia Ping looked up — it was Yang Wei, his face filled with grief and indignation, teeth clenched.
Behind him stood five or six tall, sturdy students, their presence oppressive, as if they had come looking for trouble. �