Merging with Demon Spirits

Chapter 35: Chapter 29: Jianghu Martial Arts Club

After confirming Yang Fan’s participation, Lin Feng shared his plan with him: ”You should start collecting a list at school right now. The first requirement is having a background, and the second is talent and strength!”

”Okay.” Yang Fan nodded and then mentioned the Jianghu News Agency he had created.

”Oh!”

Lin Feng’s eyes lit up slightly, not expecting such a pleasant surprise.

Originally, he thought Yang Fan merely had a well-planned career path for himself, but he didn’t expect that Yang Fan had already established quite an organization. With three core members plus himself making four, each core member had more than ten informants under them. Although it’s just a small student club, reaching this point is no easy task.

These people may not have much talent or background, but if they can gather after graduation, this Jianghu News Agency might have significant development.

”Not bad, but your Jianghu News Agency is still for you to manage and develop for now. Once the Martial Arts Team truly grows stronger, we will provide support then.”

Lin Feng patted Yang Fan’s shoulder, smiling, ”Originally, I didn’t know what name to use for the club. Now borrowing your news agency’s name, we’ll call our martial arts club the Jianghu Martial Arts Club. From today, you and Gao Hai are the core members of the club.”

”Jianghu Martial Arts Club, that name is awesome!” Gao Hai said excitedly.

”Haha, got it.” Yang Fan also smiled, clearly very satisfied with the name.

Although he didn’t know where Lin Feng got his confidence from or how he would make those with backgrounds voluntarily join, and even if they did, he couldn’t predict whether the Jianghu Martial Arts Club would grow strong, but at least from this moment on, he was no longer fighting alone.

This feeling of belonging to an organization truly excited him.

”Alright, I need you to do me a small favor,” Lin Feng said.

”Go ahead, if I can help, I certainly will,” Yang Fan replied.

”I want you to ’accidentally’ let slip what I told you today. For the next three days, I won’t be going to school. After three days, when I return, I want to hear the entire school talking about me!”

Though a bit puzzled, Yang Fan didn’t ask further. In his view, there were only two possibilities: one was to slap Song of Solomon in the face, making her regret it.

The other was to gain the school’s leadership’s attention. If Lin Feng truly had such talent, the school’s leaders would focus on nurturing him, and if Mo Xun and others wanted to cause trouble, they would have to reconsider.

”Okay, rest assured, you’ll know when you get here.” Yang Fan smiled and said.

Such a shocking piece of news doesn’t need three days; just mentioning it casually would spread like wildfire.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit excited, wondering what expressions the school’s teachers and students would have when they heard the news tomorrow.

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After bidding farewell to Yang Fan, Lin Feng and Gao Hai skipped school.

For students, revenge doesn’t wait overnight; if nothing unexpected happens, Mo Xun and others would come looking for trouble after school. To avoid this, he decided it was best to withdraw for now.

This was not out of fear, just he felt it unnecessary.

Lin Feng was not afraid of trouble, but he also had no intention of ”playing dumb”.

A few days later, when the entire school knew he was an unparalleled genius, some troubles would automatically disappear.

To Lin Feng, Mo Xun and others were just minor characters.

Yet, little troublemakers can be relentless. There’s no need to make enemies over it.

”Brother Feng, are we really going to establish our own martial arts club?” As they navigated the bustling streets, Gao Hai couldn’t help asking while looking around.

He was still digesting the startling news.

Their own martial arts club?

The thought itself was unbelievable.

”Of course.” Lin Feng nodded.

”Then do we also charge membership fees?”

Gao Hai asked confusedly. If they could be like the Elite Martial Arts Club and have their own members, earning several millions in membership fees monthly, that would truly be prosperous.

Not even a million; even a hundred thousand would be a fortune to Gao Hai.

”We won’t charge membership fees, but we will use them to make money.”

”How to make money?”

”You’ll know in the future.”

The two chatted casually as they walked towards the city center.

Lin Feng needed some capital to establish the Jianghu Martial Arts Club and carry out the subsequent plans. Now he only had over 300 yuan on him and needed to earn a bit more.

”Gao Hai, how much money do you have on you?”

”Let me see, over five hundred.” Gao Hai pulled out his pocket, counted the money, and said.

”Give it to me first; we’re going to earn some small change now.”

After Lin Feng finished speaking, Gao Hai handed the money to him without any hesitation, not even asking why, even though it was his meal money for the next half month.

”Brother Feng, where are we going?”

”To earn money!”

With Lin Feng leading, the two headed towards the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo in the city center.

In the era of the martial revival and large-scale cultivation, martial spirit was cherished, and various martial arts dojos sprang up everywhere.

To a Martial Artist, combat skills were a matter of life and death. Skills needed honing, and honing required opponents; thus, martial arts dojos became essential places for training every day.

Many, even those without martial arts talent, were willing to go to dojos to exercise and refine their physique.

In Jiang City, the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo was the most famous.

The Thunder Martial Arts Dojo was an industry under the Thunder Club, located in the most bustling area of the city center. It covered a vast area, similar to a commercial plaza.

On the exterior wall of the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo, a giant light curtain was showing an intense battle.

It was evident that both sides of the battle were in the Body Cultivation Realm, unable to attach Spiritual Power to themselves. The fierce breathing and sounds of striking attracted the curiosity and excitement of the crowd.

”Let’s go.”

With curiosity, Gao Hai stepped into the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo with Lin Feng.

As soon as they entered, a chill hit them, and Lin Feng’s attention was immediately drawn to the center of the hall, where a massive rectangular screen stood.

Text scrolled across the screen from time to time, and beneath it, many martial artists, dressed in peculiar outfits, held pens and paper, watching the screen, jotting down notes or engaging in discussions.

The Thunder Martial Arts Dojo has three floors, with the first floor serving as a mission hall.

Besides being a place for cultivation, the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo is also a venue for martial artists to communicate and post missions.

The energy of martial artists is limited, so many post bounty missions here to find what they need, whether it’s martial skills, cultivation techniques, or treasures of heaven and earth.

As long as you can afford the deposit, almost anything can be procured.

The second floor features various training grounds and restaurants.

The third floor is the Martial Arts Hall, the liveliest part of the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo.

Lin Feng, accompanied by Gao Hai, headed straight to the third floor. As they exited the elevator, a boiling atmosphere hit them, with shouts, roars, and screams resounding one after another.

Not far away, hundreds of arenas were evenly distributed across the venue, and above, nine giant screens displayed exciting scenes, with the most thrilling battles shown on the central screen.

”Beat him to a pulp.”

”Loser, didn’t you have breakfast?”

At this moment, enthusiastic spectators shouted loudly, their excitement and frenzy clearly fueled by their bets.

Although Lin Feng had never competed in the Martial Arts Hall, he had visited many times and went straight to a counter.

”Sir, what service do you need?”

The counter attendant asked warmly, showing no slackness despite Lin Feng’s school uniform indicating that he was a student.

”Register a martial battle account for me. I’m ready to join the arena.”

”Hmm, okay, the first-time registration for a martial battle account requires one hundred New Coin. Please provide your identity card number.”

The identity card number is akin to a person’s ID and resume, recording information from birth to schooling, residence, and strength, updated in real-time.

After receiving the money, recording the number, and verifying fingerprints, the counter attendant smiled slightly: ”Alright, the martial battle account has been registered, Mr. Lin Feng. You can choose a name.”

”Name it ’High School Student Challenges a First Grade Martial Artist’.”

Upon hearing this name, not only Gao Hai was surprised, but the counter attendant was also taken aback, asking in wonder: ”Sir, are you sure about this name?”

She had worked at the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo for three years, but such an arrogant name was indeed rare!

How much hostility does he want to attract!

According to the identity information, Lin Feng was only at the Seventh Rank of Body Cultivation, yet he dared to boast about challenging martial artists—an act of overconfidence?

It’s known that while the Martial Arts Hall strictly prohibits lethal actions, broken arms and legs occur frequently.

Martial artists are not known for having good tempers, and using such an audacious name is clearly inviting hostility, potentially provoking someone to strike hard.

”Brother Feng, how about changing it?” Gao Hai also suggested.

In his view, even if Lin Feng was invincible in the Body Cultivation Realm, he couldn’t possibly defeat martial artists.

”Yes, sir, why not change it? This name doesn’t sound too good.” The counter attendant advised, not wanting to see this handsome young man being carried out.

”Fine.” Lin Feng nodded, and just as the counter attendant breathed a sigh of relief, he announced a new name: ”Then change it to ’High School Student Beats Martial Artist’!”

To Lin Feng, the previous name was indeed a bit too modest.

”Hmm...”

Just as the counter attendant was about to input it into the computer, the new name left her dumbfounded.

How does it become more and more arrogant!

Are you really not afraid of getting beaten to death?

”Are you sure?”

At this moment, the counter attendant’s previously gentle face instantly dropped, viewing Lin Feng as nothing short of a fool, seeking trouble for himself.

Once Lin Feng confirmed his decision, she didn’t continue to persuade him, quickly registering and handing Lin Feng a card.

”Place my bets, all of it.”

Lin Feng pulled out all the money he had, totaling eight hundred, handed it to the counter attendant, and said, ”Random mode, cap at First Grade Martial Artist, five-minute rest interval, betting automatically on all winnings without my confirmation!”

By now, the counter attendant was convinced that Lin Feng was somewhat abnormal.

Typically, the battle mode in the Martial Arts Hall is balanced, meaning that the system matches opponents based on age, weight, and performance data, ensuring both parties are evenly matched to avoid an excessive strength gap, which would undermine practice.

Random choice, however, is another challenge mode at the Martial Arts Dojo, not considering records or data and randomly selecting opponents.

Only those with absolute confidence dare to do this.

From the counter attendant’s perspective, to participate in the martial battle for the first time and dare randomly select opponents with merely a Seventh Rank Body Cultivation strength is already enough madness.

And with a cap at First Grade Martial Artist?

This means the highest level one could match against is a First Grade Martial Artist?

Seventh Rank Body Cultivation versus a First Grade Martial Artist—isn’t this courting death?

In the Thunder Martial Arts Dojo, when betting on oneself, one can only bet on winning—that’s the rule, but continuous cyclical betting is rare.

Eight hundred may not be much, but there’s no need to waste it, right?

No further persuasion was attempted, as the counter attendant had already predicted the scene of Lin Feng getting pummeled later on.

At that moment, in the central stage on the big screen in the matching area, a name had already appeared: ”High School Student Beats Martial Artist.” The name and information grabbed attention as soon as it showed up.

Among a sea of names, his name was the longest, and its content the most arrogant, making it hard not to attract attention.

Shortly after, as they waited with curiosity for a match in the matching area, a young figure stepped onto the arena, causing the crowd to erupt.

The youth wore a white shirt, with ”High School Student Beats Martial Artist” written on the front and ”Ad Space Available” at the top on the back, with a box drawn below, as if that was the so-called ad space.