Chapter 16: I Don't Understand... (Please Favorite, Please Invest)

"Finished eating?"

"Mm, I'm done."

Xu Wei helped Xu Qingqing wipe the ice cream from the corner of her mouth.

Although I can earn money now, if Mom and Dad find out I took Qingqing to eat 100‑yuan‑a‑stick ice cream, I'm bound to get scolded.

Returned home.

Xu Changjiang and Zhao Huahua, as usual, were both sitting in the living room.

Only the atmosphere was a bit odd.

Xu Wei didn't pay much attention.

Life, you know.

Quarrels are inevitable.

"Xiao Wei, Qingqing, you're back; let's eat."

Seeing their son and daughter return, Xu Changjiang and Zhao Huahua forced smiles onto their faces and invited the two children to eat.

But they didn't even wait for them to stand up.

Xu Qingqing, extremely happy, spoke up: "Dad, Mom, I have good news to tell you."

"Oh? What news?"

"You guess first."

Xu Qingqing pretended to be mysterious.

"Alright, just say it."

If it were before, when Xu Qingqing said that, Xu Changjiang and Zhao Huahua would surely laugh and guess, but today their mood seemed a bit off.

"Uh... bro became a Martial Artist."

Xu Changjiang and Zhao Huahua were stunned for a moment: ''

"Qingqing, what did you say? Say it again."

Xu Changjiang's voice was trembling.

"Bro passed the Martial Artist assessment today and became a Martial Artist, cool."

Xu Qingqing wore a smile.

"Xiao Wei... Qingqing said... is it true?"

Xu Changjiang and Zhao Huahua's bodies jolted sharply.

Even hearing Xu Qingqing say that, they still looked at Xu Wei in disbelief.

To become a Martial Artist, Fist Strength must reach One Thousand Jin!

They dreamed that Xu Wei's Fist Strength would reach One Thousand Jin in two months, securing a chance to take the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam.

But today, the dream suddenly came true? "Mm, this morning I just broke through One Thousand Jin."

Xu Wei nodded with a smile.

The modest living room fell into silence.

"Hahaha"

After several seconds of silence, Xu Changjiang suddenly spoke: "Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

"My son, cough cough cough, my son's Fist Strength broke through One Thousand Jin."

"Hahaha"

"Wife, did you hear, cough cough cough, Xiao Wei's words?"

"His Fist Strength, cough cough cough, broke through 1000 Jin!

Broke through 1000 Jin, huh?"

Xu Changjiang was so excited his words were incoherent.

He had toiled most of his life, had no grand ambitions, only wanted his son to make a name for himself and live well.

Getting into the Martial Dao University is the best chance to make a name.

Even if Fist Strength reaches One Thousand Jin, it doesn't guarantee admission to Martial Dao University.

But at least there's hope!

There's a prospect!

If.

It's true.

If Xu Wei really can get into Martial Dao University, then all his effort in this life will be worth it!

Not just Xu Changjiang.

Zhao Huahua was also thrilled to death.

Parents are the same, hoping their children become dragons, though there's still a considerable gap to entering Martial Dao University.

But becoming a Martial Artist still makes Zhao Huahua proud of her son!

"Come, come, come, Xiao Wei, cough cough cough, Qingqing, sit down."

"Wife, go downstairs to buy some braised dishes, and also bring a bottle of wine up."

"Wine? Didn't you quit?"

"Stop the nonsense, today we're happy."

Xu Changjiang's simple face was radiant with a brilliance he'd never had before.

Zhao Huahua also responded with a smiling face and went down the stairs.

Dad, this card has ten thousand bucks.

Your health's poor; starting tomorrow, stop doing that cement‑worker job.

Now the son can support you all.

He sat down, and before Xu Zhangjiang could speak, Xu Wei pulled out a bank card and handed it over.

This card was issued by the Martial Arts Association after becoming a Martial Artist.

Ahem, ten thousand bucks? Isn't the Martial Artist Subsidy only one thousand?

Xu Zhangjiang was startled.

"Hmm, the Martial Artist Subsidy is indeed one thousand."

"The remaining nine thousand is the one‑month salary I advanced by joining a Martial Company."

Nine thousand a month!

? Martial Artists really make money.

Xu Zhangjiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He works himself to death day after day, earning only one or two thousand a month.

But Martial Artists? Even the National Martial Artist subsidy alone is a thousand.

Xu Wei, just after becoming a Martial Artist, easily joined a Martial Company and earned a nine‑thousand‑yuan monthly salary.

Compared with himself, it's like heaven and earth!

Nevertheless, Xu Wei earns more, and he's happy.

After all, the son is awesome, and dad has even more face!

"There are still two months until the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, ahem, since your Fist Strength has broken through One Thousand Jin, you qualify for the exam, so you should work hard for it."

"National Martial Artists and Ordinary Warriors are not the same."

"Keep this money for yourself to buy resources; my body, ahem, is fine."

Xu Zhangjiang pushed the bank card back.

Becoming a Martial Artist only grants qualification for the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam.

Xu Zhangjiang's ultimate dream is for Xu Wei to get into Martial University!

Xu Wei confiscated the card, then pushed it back over.

"Dad, today I not only became a Martial Artist, but was also selected by Teacher Liu Yue into the Genius Class."

"The Genius Class was established by the school to cultivate geniuses; once admitted, you receive abundant resources for training."

"Ahem, Xiao Wei, are you a genius?"

"Actually, my entry into the Genius Class was just luck."

"No wonder."

Xu Wei: "……"

Dad, are you serious with that tone? "Ahem, now that you've entered this so‑called Genius Class, can you breeze through the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam?"

Xu Zhangjiang doesn't understand that mess; he only knows the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam is hard!

"Haha, aside from the specially recruited Super Geniuses, who can breeze through the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam?"

"But since I entered the Genius Class, my odds of passing the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam are naturally much higher than before."

Xu Wei shook his head.

The combat portion of the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam takes place in the underground palace.

The exam questions differ each year.

For example.

Last Year, the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam required killing over a hundred enemies!

Last year, the exam involved three days of living in the underground palace!

When killing enemies, if luck brings you only trash Demons, Monsters, or Ghosts, you can clear it easily.

If unlucky, you encounter high‑level Demons, Monsters, or Ghosts, even falling into a Demon nest.

Whether you can survive and get out is the question!

Three days living in the underground palace.

Good luck makes the three days feel like a tour.

Bad luck and you meet a Demon God; the nation can't even send rescue in time, and you die outright.

So, luck is very important!

Of course, stronger power is directly proportional to the chance of passing the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam.

Both Xu Wei and Xu Zhangjiang understand this principle.

"Ahem, I can't take this money; you keep it to buy resources, after all it's only two months."

"When you truly get into Martial University, will you still fear I won't have good days?"

"But"

"No need for 'but', I'll listen to your dad."

Xu Zhangjiang widened his eyes, his father's aura scattering.

Xu Wei could only lower his head and admit his cowardice, while Xu Qingqing laughed giggling.

Soon after, Zhao Huahua came back buying braised dishes.

The meal was enjoyed in great harmony.

Especially Xu Zhangjiang, after drinking, got into such a mood that he started singing.

Of course.

It doesn't sound very good.

Seeing his parents and Qingqing looking happy, Xu Wei felt especially delighted.

"Cultivate!"

Work even harder to cultivate for two more months!

Take the college entrance exam and become a National Martial Artist.

"Then, dad, mom, and Qingqing will be able to live truly good lives."

... After finishing the meal.

Xu Wei walked into his room to cultivate.

Xu Zhangjiang pulled Zhao Huahua into the room.

"Honey, I still want to take the job at the Feng Family."

Xu Zhangjiang's expression was solemn.

Zhao Huahua was startled and hurriedly said, "Why? Xiao Wei can already earn money on his own now, and he even entered the Genius Class."

"Why are you still working so hard?"

The couple had quite a few arguments just now over whether to go to the Feng Family.

The Feng Family recruits people to work in the underground palace and pays such high wages; just thinking about it shows how dangerous it is.

Husband and son are both my treasures.

Zhao Huahua felt pained.

She knew Xu Zhangjiang wanted to take the risk to help Xu Wei obtain cultivation resources.

But now Xu Wei can earn money on his own and has entered that so-called Genius Class, so why go?... She didn't understand.

She really didn't understand.