Chapter 15: Familiar Formula, Familiar Taste

Looking at Han Zhan, who looked exactly like himself, Li Shutong almost burst out a curse.

An SSS level talent as a Spirit Contract Master is enough, but you learned the Eight Urgent Fist in seconds too? Did you cheat?

"How did you find the Unlock Position?"

Li Shutong was genuinely shocked. Even he didn’t know the Unlock Position, only relying on a vague feeling to achieve breakthroughs in battles.

But Han Zhan didn’t even battle. Just by listening to him describe the Eight Urgent Fist once, he unlocked the first lock?

"Just... found it by feeling?" Han Zhan wasn’t sure either.

He merely used his past life memories about the Eight Gates Escape Armor, imagining the Unlock Position as his brain, and then practiced the Eight Urgent Fist.

Did it actually work?

By unlocking the first lock, Han Zhan could clearly feel a new energy filling his body, significantly enhancing his speed, reaction, and power.

It’s similar in effect to Fu Xi Zither’s "Dragon Soaring Technique",

but now Han Zhan can completely combine both, and this is not just one plus one equals two!

Han Zhan tentatively guided the Walking Gang Energy within the Eight Urgent Fist Technique, attempting to impact the second location in his memory, Rest.

But these energies disappeared without a trace, like a stone dropped into the sea.

He gave up completely.

Cultivation truly can’t be rushed.

"Teacher, how many locks can you unlock now?" Han Zhan asked curiously.

"Six. I have a faint feeling that I’m not far from unlocking the seventh." Li Shutong replied.

This achievement was remarkable, but it paled next to his disciple who unlocked the first lock instantly.

Thinking of this, Li Shutong clenched his fists expressionlessly.

"The Eight Urgent Fist Technique not only lifts shackles to enhance oneself, but the Fist Skills are just as important. Having strength with no avenue to apply it is useless."

"Next, I’ll teach you well—the Fist Skills honed through life and death battles with the Insect Race!"

Before Han Zhan could speak,

Li Shutong had already swung a punch with full force.

This punch was executed with full strength!

...

At dawn.

When Xia Youwei woke up from her sleep, she heard sounds coming from the lawn downstairs.

She walked onto the balcony to see Han Zhan, drenched in sweat, punching, dodging, and moving around several wooden dummies.

It seemed he hadn’t slept all night.

"Hmph. What a stubborn idiot!" Xia Youwei muttered, glancing at the double bed she had prepared meticulously.

But seeing Han Zhan’s face, bruised and swollen like a pig’s head, her initial resentment dissipated a bit.

"The teacher left after midnight, not staying here to sleep."

"Let’s hurry and have breakfast. We need to attend the graduation ceremony today."

As students of Qingteng Academy, after passing the Spirit Contract Master assessment, they officially graduated from the academy and would proceed to various battle zones to embark on a new journey.

Though they stood out during the assessment and were taken as disciples by Li Shutong, Han Zhan and Xia Youwei’s time at Qingteng Academy wasn’t over yet.

After breakfast, they headed to Qingteng Academy together.

As soon as Han Zhan and Xia Youwei appeared, their classmates started whispering and occasionally snickering.

"?" Han Zhan and Xia Youwei were both puzzled.

This scene felt familiar.

But it was precisely this familiarity that made them feel strange and absurd.

A deja vu?

Hadn’t they already proven themselves in the combat assessment? Why...

"Oh, if it isn’t Han, who made such a splash in the Spirit Contract Master combat assessment yesterday?"

From afar, Wang Luma and Xiao Mei approached together.

Wang’s face was smug, unable to hide his amusement upon seeing Han Zhan.

What was he so pleased about?

Soon, someone enlightened Han Zhan.

"I’ve been assigned to the City Guardian Organization in Deep Blue City, starting from the bottom?"

"Yes, Han Zhan. I know this decision may be hard for you to accept, but it’s what’s been decided from above. I’ve really tried to fight for you..."

In the principal’s office, when Chen Guangpu broke this news to Han Zhan, he sighed himself.

He couldn’t understand why this decision was made from above.

He was an SSS level Spirit Contract Master with perfect scores in both combat and healing assessments!

Why would the authorities send him to the City Guardian Organization?

It seemed like a waste of talent.

While the City Guardian had significant power in the city, it was still a rear-line unit.

Compared to frontline organizations and battle zones, its prospects, development, and achievements were paltry.

"No, Principal Chen, I accept this assignment." Han Zhan shook his head, stating.

He finally understood why Wang Luma was so boastful and why others were chattering.

They probably thought he embarrassed the officials during the assessment, making them lose face.

So, the officials personally intervened, assigning him to the City Guardian Organization.

But Han Zhan knew it was his teacher’s intention.

No matter which battle zone he went to, he’d always end up shadowed by others.

"Is this what the teacher meant by finding my own path?" Han Zhan mused aloud.

Han Zhan’s "fall from favor" quickly spread throughout Qingteng Academy.

Wang Luma and Xiao Mei didn’t miss the chance to fuel the gossip.

Everyone now knew Han Zhan offended the officials and was sent to the most strenuous grassroots organization.

Some felt sorry, some gloated, and some were indifferent observers.

The happiest of all was Wang Luma, who could finally vent the anger from being overshadowed by Han Zhan yesterday.

"Han Zhan, I’ve always said you’re not as good as me."

"Even if you passed the hardest assessments, so what? Offending the officials is a dead end!"

"Hahaha!"

Wang Luma waited outside the principal’s office just to mock Han Zhan, eager to see him fuming with anger.

At this moment, Han Zhan moved.

He raised his fist and punched towards Wang Luma’s face.

"Hmph, annoyed now? Cocky without a spirit contract, what right do you have to hit me!"

With Xiao Mei absent, Wang Luma didn’t retreat as Han Zhan made his move. With a cold snort, a layer of white mist condensed before him.

Contract Talent, Immortal Spirit Energy!

Wang Luma had already impatiently tested it with Xiao Mei the previous day.

But the mist was incredibly thin, fragile like paper in Han Zhan’s eyes.

With a punch, he shattered the Immortal Spirit Energy and hit Wang Luma’s face.

The latter was knocked flying, blacking out before he could swear completely.

"Is that it?"