Chapter 262 - 113: Bizarre Ancient Tomb

Chapter 262: Chapter 113: Bizarre Ancient Tomb

But to do what Lin Yi had just done—instantly overwhelming Liu Yang to the point his senses were completely shut down, his body collapsing like a boneless heap, making even the thought of escape an impossible luxury... The amount of Qi and Blood required for that would have to be absolutely crushing!

That kid, Liu Yang, was a bona fide First-Grade Martial Artist!

’For Lin Yi to actually pull that off, just how immense must his Qi and Blood be?’

Chen Zhenguo whipped his head around to look at the still-composed Lin Yi, his voice carrying a tremor he didn’t even notice himself:

"Lin... Lin Yi! You... what realm are you in now?"

Lin Yi calmly walked over to the chair in front of Chen Zhenguo’s desk and took a seat. He answered truthfully, holding nothing back:

"Principal, I’m now at Third Grade Perfection."

"Th-Third Grade Perfection?!"

Chen Zhenguo looked as if he’d been struck by an invisible bolt of lightning. He shot halfway out of his large leather chair before collapsing back into it. The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving only a deathly, disbelieving pale.

He opened his mouth, but it felt like something was blocking his throat. All he could manage were choked, gasping sounds.

’Third Grade Perfection?!’

’How is that even possible?!’

’He remembered it perfectly!’

’Just over forty days ago, when Lin Yi left for the training camp in the Provincial City, he had only just become a First-Grade Martial Artist. His foundation couldn’t have even been fully consolidated yet!’

’How much time had passed since then?’

’All told, it had only been forty days!’

’A mere forty days!’

’And he’d soared from a fledgling First Grade all the way to Third Grade Perfection?’

’That was a chasm spanning two entire major realms!’

’A barrier that an ordinary Martial Artist might spend several years, or even over a decade, trying to overcome... and for Lin Yi, it was as easy as breathing?’

’That speed... it was faster than a rocket!’

’No, faster than the speed of light!’

’This completely subverted everything he had come to understand over several decades in the Martial Dao!’

’What in the world happened to him during those forty days at the training camp?’

’Did he take some kind of Divine Pill, or did some peerless master pour their power into him?!’

’How could anyone’s cultivation realm advance at such an unbelievable pace!’

Chen Zhenguo’s mind went blank. Only the three words ’Third Grade Perfection’ spun and roared through his thoughts.

He stared blankly at Lin Yi, his eyes losing focus, as if he were seeing the young man before him for the very first time.

Lin Yi saw the principal’s utterly thunderstruck expression and knew exactly what was going on. He simply smiled, not wanting to interrupt.

He sat in silence, idly rubbing the Space Ring on his finger, patiently waiting for the seasoned old principal to process this utterly paradigm-shifting piece of information.

A dead silence fell over the office, broken only by Chen Zhenguo’s ragged breathing. Time seemed to stand still.

Finally.

Chen Zhenguo sucked in a sharp breath, like a drowning man breaking the surface of the water. His chest heaved violently a few times.

He rubbed his throbbing temples forcefully. His eyes refocused, and he stared hard at Lin Yi with a complex gaze, as if looking at a monster. His voice was dry and hoarse:

"You... you’re really at the Third Grade?! That rate of progress... it’s simply unheard of! Unimaginable, completely unimaginable!"

He shook his head, his tone filled with utter shock and a hint of dawning realization.

"It seems... it seems the provincial training camp’s benefits for Cultivation are far greater than I could have ever imagined!"

Lin Yi nodded in agreement:

"The training facilities there are indeed exceptional. They were a huge help to me."

’If it weren’t for the camp’s Gravity Room and Body Technique room, he never would have been able to comprehend Overlapping Waves Intent, Fast Gun Intent, and Thunder Light Intent in such a short period.’

Chen Zhenguo’s heart, which had only just settled, began to race again. He seized on a key detail, his brow furrowing with deep concern as he asked:

"If the camp’s facilities were so helpful, why are you back so soon? Did... something happen?"

’His worst fear was that Lin Yi had made some terrible mistake and had been expelled from the camp.’

’No matter how he looked at it, that couldn’t be a good thing!’

’For a genius with such a limitless future to be tarnished like that...’

Seeing the unconcealed worry in the principal’s eyes, Lin Yi felt a warmth in his heart. A smile spread across his face as he said reassuringly:

"Principal, you’re overthinking things. I wasn’t expelled. On the contrary, I took first place in all of the camp’s major assessments! The instructors evaluated my progress and determined that the camp’s current resources could no longer effectively help me, so... they had me graduate early."

"Ea... early graduation?!"

Chen Zhenguo was stunned once again, his eyes going wide.

’He knew all too well the weight behind those words!’

’He was keenly aware of the provincial training camp’s incredibly strict rules!’

’Graduating early from there?’

’It was next to impossible!’

’It didn’t just mean you met the standard. It meant that among all the geniuses of your cohort, you had reached a level so high that the camp itself felt they had nothing left to teach you!’

’It meant you possessed practically invincible combat strength within the Third Grade Realm!’

"The training camp... it gathers the top one thousand geniuses in the entire province!"

Chen Zhenguo muttered to himself, then his eyes lit up with a look of unprecedented, wild joy.

"You actually placed first there?! Does... does this mean your title as the provincial champion in this year’s college entrance exam is already a sure thing?!"

Lin Yi met the principal’s scorching gaze and laughed. He replied decisively, his voice filled with the unshakeable confidence of one who stands alone at the top:

"Principal, forget about being the provincial champion... I’ll bring you the national champion title!"