Chen Meng shook his head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"When I was your age, compared to you now, you could probably take on three or four of me."

Lin Ye retracted his spear and stood still, saying calmly, "Mr. Chen, you’re being too modest. If you hadn’t been holding back, I would have lost long ago."

This wasn’t just him being polite.

If Chen Meng had really used his true strength, he definitely wouldn’t have lasted long before losing.

"Good is good, and bad is bad."

"I never let my personal likes or dislikes affect my judgment of a student’s ability."

"Lin Ye, the city-wide mock exam is tomorrow."

"I’m not worried about your martial arts fundamentals or the combat test at all."

"The only thing I’m worried about is your pressure test."

Chen Meng sat down and gestured for Lin Ye to sit as well.

"Several years ago, the Alliance reformed the assessment standards for martial arts students. They added a spiritual fortitude test, and it’s weighted quite heavily."

"During the test, special instruments are used to simulate the spiritual pressure and corruption that High-tier Celestial Abyss Race members inflict on human Martial Artists on the battlefield."

"It’s difficult to score any points on this test relying solely on the basic Observation Skill uniformly distributed by the Alliance. I’ve seen too many promising young talents get a low score, or even a zero, and have it drag down their overall results."

"I know you have incredible willpower, but if you lose too many points in this section, you’ll have to make up for it in the other sections. The pressure will be immense."

Chen Meng laid out all of his concerns.

He sincerely hoped that this student, whom he had so carefully nurtured, could soar to great heights.

As Lin Ye listened to his teacher’s analysis, he remained perfectly calm.

’Spiritual Power... That was no longer his weakness.’ 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

DING-DONG~!

Just then, a notification popped up on the CR personal terminal on Lin Ye’s wrist.

Lin Ye raised his hand to look and saw that it was from the official assistant of *Martial Arts Peak*.

You have a new, important email. Please check it promptly.

Lin Ye was a little surprised.

He remembered clearly that after being bombarded with spam by those brain-dead fans, he had set his account to block all emails from strangers.

’How could someone still send him an email?’

"What’s wrong? Is that a message from your mother?"

"It is getting late, and you have to get up early for the exam tomorrow. You should head back soon and get some rest."

Lin Ye shook his head.

"No, someone from *Martial Arts Peak* sent me an email."

Hearing this, Chen Meng pursed his lips.

"It’s probably just another recruitment message from one of those second or third-rate Martial Halls."

"You should have set up filters to block them by now. It’s a waste of time."

Lin Ye opened his email client. Soon, an email with a special mark appeared at the top of the list.

The postmark was a burning torch, imprinted with the archaic word "Xinhuo."

A subtle change appeared in Lin Ye’s eyes.

"Teacher, this email... I think it’s from... Xinhuo."

"Xinhuo?"

Chen Meng was stunned for a moment.

Then, as if he had heard a joke, he shook his head slightly.

"Impossible."

His tone was absolutely certain.

"The two top-tier Martial Halls, Xinhuo and Kunlun, almost never recruit based on virtual combat records."

"Their selection standards are ridiculously strict, and every single spot is incredibly precious. How could they possibly send you an email?"

"It’s most likely a scam email from a look-alike ID, trying to trick naive kids like you. Just ignore it."

Lin Ye didn’t argue.

He just calmly projected the contents of the email directly into the air.

A pale blue screen of light unfolded.

Dear Combatant:

Greetings.

I am Long Bohan, a deacon of the Firewood Martial Hall’s Yanjing Sub-Palace.

Please forgive the unsolicited correspondence. We were unable to obtain your real-world contact information through conventional channels, so we are sending this email through the official certified channels of *Martial Arts Peak*.

We have only recently taken notice of you. The extraordinary talent and immense strength you have displayed in virtual combat are a perfect match for our Martial Hall’s spirit of "Passing the torch, forever striving."

On behalf of the Firewood Martial Hall, I hereby formally extend an invitation to you.

We would like to open negotiations with you regarding a contract with the Firewood Martial Hall.

If you are interested, please reply with your real-world contact information, and we will have a specialist contact you at the earliest opportunity.

We look forward to your reply.

At the bottom was the officially certified seal of the Firewood Martial Hall, as well as Deacon Long Bohan’s personal identification code.

This couldn’t possibly be a fake.

Chen Meng sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

The hissing sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet training room.

This was the first time Lin Ye had ever seen such a look of intense shock on his teacher’s face.