Chapter 7: Your Die Lang Dao Baobao Awoke

"Your Blood Qi Baby discovered you listened to her, learned a martial skill, feels a bit at ease, loves you"

"Your Die Lang Dao Baobao has awakened"

"Your Die Lang Dao Baobao is receiving your information"

"Your Die Lang Dao Baobao discovered you only learned one martial skill, and she is especially sensitive to you only learning one martial skill"

"Your Die Lang Dao Baobao strongly demands that you learn another martial skill"

"If you don't learn..."

"Ahhh"

"Your Die Lang Dao Baobao begins to divert attention through cultivation"

God TM is especially sensitive to me only learning one martial skill.

Are you crazy, have OCD or what? Reading line after line, Xu Wei couldn't help but make a snarky comment.

Spitting, spitting.

He suddenly realized something seemed off!

"Blood Qi Baby is super afraid that I will die"

"Die Lang Dao Baobao is especially sensitive to me only learning one martial skill, strongly demanding that I learn two martial skills"

"Why does this look more and more like OCD?"

OCD is something people have to some degree, and Xu Wei has a bit too.

It's the kind where you doubt whether the door is locked when you leave, whether the faucet is fully closed, which power outlet hasn't been unplugged, and you have to check again to feel at ease.

Xu Wei once looked it up online and learned that this condition is called OCD.

He also learned that OCD is divided into obsessive‑thought type and compulsive‑behavior type.

"Blood Qi Baby is super afraid that I will die, clearly an obsessive‑thought type compulsive worry, fearing that relatives might have accidents"

"Die Lang Dao Baobao, on the other hand, is a numeric compulsion of the compulsive‑behavior type, especially sensitive to odd or even numbers"

"Knock!"

How can I say these babies are so weird? Turns out each of them has OCD

Xu Wei is speechless.

He reads novels; golden fingers are common, but a golden finger having a breakdown is still seen only once.

Is there a number one on the whole internet? He was just thinking about it.

A lot of knowledge about swords flooded his mind.

There is a stance.

There is an opening move.

There is power generation.

And a sword swing.

"These pieces of knowledge should be the cultivation effect of Die Lang Dao Baobao"

"Didn't expect that besides Blood Qi Baby helping me cultivate, Martial Skill Baby also works, now the college entrance exam is really secure"

Xu Wei's eyes lit up; the cultivation speed of Die Lang Dao is very fast!

Some comprehensions appear directly in his mind, as if he had practiced for a long time.

Of course.

The babies are fine, they're fine.

The only thing giving him a headache is that his body temperature hasn't dropped, even rose a bit... Didn't Blood Qi Baby say that cultivating martial skills would make him at ease? Why is the temperature still rising? Xu Wei was numb, about to ask.

"Your Basic Blood Qi Baby knows you want to scapegoat her, but that's not her fault; it's the neighboring Die Lang Dao Baobao's pot"

"Ahhh"

What a good fellow, passing the buck!

Xu Wei's mouth twitched.

"It seems that cultivating martial skills also consumes energy; if I had pills I wouldn't fear their consumption, but now I can't..."

"Die Lang Dao Baobao is a numeric compulsion; to make her stop cultivating, just learning another martial skill should suffice"

After thinking, Xu Wei said to Liu Yue: "Teacher Liu, I still want to learn another martial skill"

"No!"

Although the school doesn't require students to learn only one martial skill at a time, biting off more than you can chew.

"Now, besides working hard to boost Fist Strength to reach the First-tier Line, you also have to split your focus to learn Die Lang Dao; where does that much energy come from?"

Liu Yue outright refused.

She didn't know what Xu Wei was thinking.

Other underperforming students, to qualify for the college entrance exam, spend massive time and effort just boosting Fist Strength, with no time to cultivate martial skills.

Xu Wei, on the other hand, after finally improving his grades a bit, hopes to reach the First-tier Line but now has to learn martial skills.

Learning martial skills is one thing, after all, without them it's indeed hard to get into a Martial Dao university.

But you just got your first martial skill, after two months you still don't know if you can master it, and you're already thinking about a second? That's typical greed.

As a teacher.

As a responsible teacher, Liu Yue would never agree to Xu Wei's request.

"Teacher Liu, I have confidence in myself"

Xu Wei of course knows Liu Yue has his best interests at heart, but this can't be explained.

He can't tell Teacher Liu that two babies inside his body will help him cultivate, right? That would get him sent to a mental hospital in a heartbeat. "Having confidence isn't just talk; it requires real action"

"Teacher..."

"Don't call me teacher; calling me wife is useless too."

Liu Yue waved her hand directly: "I will never agree to you learning any more Martial Skill unless you can achieve Die Lang Dao Entry."

"Alright, you may leave."

Looking at Liu Yue's resolute expression, Xu Wei knew that learning another Martial Skill was out of the question.

He also knew that Liu Yue was truly looking out for him.

He hesitated briefly, then turned and left the classroom.

"That kid..."

Seeing the dissatisfied Xu Wei, Liu Yue shook her head.

... The day's lessons ended quickly.

Xu Wei summarized the gains and expenditures of the Qi Blood Baby and Die Lang Dao Baobao.

From morning until class ended, the Qi Blood Baby increased by over 100 Pounds of Fist Strength, and was not far from becoming a Martial Artist.

If this cultivation speed were told, it would definitely scare the whole class out of their skins.

After all, others labor for a month to gain only a few dozen Pounds of Fist Strength; even the top student Zhao Wei only reaches a little over a hundred Pounds.

But he? Without moving, his Fist Strength increased by over 100 Pounds in a few hours—simply perverse!

And Die Lang Dao Baobao is even more impressive; comprehension floods his mind, and at that cultivation speed, Xu Wei thinks he could reach Entry in two or three days.

This speed Xu Wei would call perverse—like a pervert's mother opening the door for a pervert, perverse to the core.

However, the babies are powerful, but their consumption is also astonishing!

Roughly every three hours, one Red Blood Pill is consumed.

That means eight Red Blood Pills are needed per day, which translates to eight hundred dollars a day.

With two months left until the entrance exam, at 60 days that's 48,000 dollars!

That's an astronomical figure for his family!

"The babies' consumption is too great!"

"If there were no Red Blood Pills, I might actually be drained to death."

"But where can we get so much money?"

"Fist Strength should reach 1,000 Pounds tomorrow; being certified as a junior Martial Artist brings a 1,000-dollar subsidy."

"Two months equals 2,000 dollars, leaving 46,000 dollars remaining."

"With so much money... it seems we still have to ask Mom and Dad for a solution."

Xu Wei sighed.

He didn't want to ask his parents for money.

But in the Martial Artist world, ordinary people have few jobs they can do.

Even a tray‑carrying position has tens of people competing.

Carrying cement for physical labor is possible.

However, the state has explicit regulations that those with Martial Path Talent cannot take these jobs.

After all, possessing Martial Path Talent, even without becoming a Martial Artist, gives far greater strength than ordinary people.

One person can do the work of a dozen others.

If you take all the jobs, what will ordinary people eat? Even though ordinary people lack Martial Path Talent, their descendants might produce a Martial Talent prodigy.

Therefore, the state must also guarantee ordinary people's livelihoods.

Moreover, Mom and Dad certainly wouldn't agree to him giving up cultivation time to work.

... Xu Wei's family.

Xu Zhangjiang lay on the sofa.

Zhao Huahua was massaging him.

Xu Zhangjiang winced and said, "Take it easy."

"Now you feel the pain? I told you to be strong, yet a bag of cement is fifty Pounds!"

"You carry three bags at once—you're courting death!"

Zhao Huahua felt heartache.

Carrying cement is physical labor; before Martial Artists appeared, it could earn some blood‑sweat money.

But after Martial Artists emerged, all physical labor can only earn a meager wage.

"Ahem, wasn't I just thinking about Xiao Wei's sudden increase in food intake yesterday?"

"There are two months left until the entrance exam; I, as a father, am incompetent and cannot provide him good cultivation resources."

"I can only carry a few more bags of cement these two months, trying to buy him a few Red Blood Pills."

Xu Zhangjiang coughed while laughing.

As a father, he all hopes his son will become a dragon.

Though he knows Xu Wei's chance of entering Martial Dao University is slim, and he may not even qualify for the Martial Arts College Entrance Exam.

Yet he still wants to strive for his son, to strive.

Anyway, two months won't kill him from exhaustion.

... Outside the door.

Just as Xu Wei returned home, he overheard his parents' conversation, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"If I were to ask Mom and Dad for money to buy Red Blood Pills, even if I work to death or borrow money, they would definitely help me buy Red Blood Pills."

"But Mom and Dad are already hardworking enough!"

"I can't add to their burden."

As for the Red Blood Pill matter, I'll figure it out myself.

Xu Wei thought silently in his heart.

"Brother, what are you doing standing at the doorway?"

Behind him, Xu Qingqing's crisp voice rang out.

"Just got home and thought of something."

Xu Wei tucked away his serious expression and smiled at Xu Qingqing.

"Oh, brother, have some chocolate."

Xu Qingqing saw her brother in a good mood, her two pretty big eyes narrowed into crescents, and she reached out to hand him half a piece of chocolate.

It was given to her by a classmate, very sweet; she ate half of it and kept the rest for her brother.

"Where did you get it?"

"A classmate gave it; it's super sweet!"

"Want to try it?"

"No need, you eat it yourself."

Xu Wei laughed and walked into the house together with Xu Qingqing.

"Ahem, Xiao Wei, Qingqing, you're back; the meal is ready, go eat."

Xu Zhangjiang saw Xu Wei and Xu Qingqing come in, immediately got up, and his honest, simple face still bore a smile.

"He's definitely a man who stands tall and firm!"

He always only shows his strong, towering side to his son and daughter.

"Dad, we had a Monthly Exam at school today."

Looking at the smile on Xu Zhangjiang's face, Xu Wei couldn't help speaking up, wanting to tell him the Monthly Exam results to make him happy.

"Monthly Exam? How was it? Son, how did you do?"

Hearing that, Xu Zhangjiang's eyes lit up sharply.

Not just him.

Zhao Huahua and Xu Qingqing each looked at Xu Wei in surprise.

Since senior year, Xu Wei hadn't told them about the Monthly Exam.

Even if Xu Wei didn't say, Xu Zhangjiang and the others knew that Xu Wei must have done poorly and was embarrassed to speak of it.

But they knew Xu Wei worked hard, feared he was under too much pressure, so they hadn't asked much about his Monthly Exam scores.

They didn't expect Xu Wei to bring it up voluntarily this time.

Could it be… he did well this time? "Yeah, brother, how did you do this time?"

Xu Qingqing widened her eyes, stared at Xu Wei, and cautiously said five words while watching his smile: "Did you get fifty pounds?"

Though she lacks Warrior Talent, she still knows the Monthly Exam rules.

If Fist Strength increases by more than fifty pounds in a month, five Red Blood Pills are awarded.

Since senior year, Xu Wei hasn't brought back any Red Blood Pills, so she thinks fifty pounds is a hurdle.

Since Xu Wei brought up the Monthly Exam, it must have reached fifty pounds.

A month's strength increase of fifty pounds!

That's a middle‑tier result in a regular class.

But their family conditions are poor, and the Fist Strength boost relies entirely on the brother's own effort.

Gaining fifty pounds in a month is already remarkable!

The brother is truly amazing!

"Look how smug your brother is smiling; he must have fifty pounds."

"Son, you're great."

Zhao Huahua couldn't help speaking, her brows and eyes full of smiles.

"Fifty pounds!

Surely it's over fifty pounds, right?"

Xu Zhangjiang's voice began to tremble.

Fifty pounds? Xu Wei just smiled without replying and handed over a bottle.

It's a bottle that holds Red Blood Pills.

Xu Qingqing carefully took it, and her already big eyes widened even more!