“Don't stare at the others.”

But at this moment, Zhang Fucheng scolded, telling the two not to be so rude.

Immediately afterward, seeing that the girl was still scanning around, he frowned again and reprimanded, "Others don't show any unusual signs, probably because they've controlled their power to the point where it's not easily released... Youlin, I'm talking about you. Quickly restrain your Xin Jian (Heart Sword), it's a disgrace to our Zheng Yi to let others see you so out of control!"

"But Zhang Shibo (martial uncle), I can't walk with my eyes closed, can I..." The girl named Youlin said weakly, but was glared at and obediently shut up.

*Why is Shibo (martial uncle) so strict with us, but so different towards the geniuses of other academies?* She felt quite wronged, and couldn't help but want to whine, but didn't dare.

At this time, the teachers and professors leading the other schools also noticed the commotion here. Some of the leading professors had been to No. 1 High School and were shocked by Su Zhou's talent—but many others didn't know and were curious as to why everyone was looking in that direction, asking who that person was.

So, news about Su Zhou spread by word of mouth.

In an instant, Su Zhou became the focus of everyone's attention.

Among the people watching Su Zhou, in addition to Zhang Fucheng, an acquaintance, there were other unexpected acquaintances.

In the team from Yuzhang Academy Affiliated High School, a burly, bear-like man with bulging muscles and a rather clean bald head stood among the leading teachers.

He was Feng Qiang, the owner of the Hongcheng branch of Ruian Fitness, the gym that Su Zhou frequented.

At some point, this fitness professional had actually joined the academy's team and become one of the leading instructors.

"Shidi (martial brother) Guan Wanjing, take a look, who is that person over there?" Feng Qiang looked in the direction of Su Zhou, not very surprised, but then, he seemed to think of something and called out to the back, "You definitely know him."

"Who is it?"

A rather low voice rang out, accompanied by a gust of wind, and a figure almost as burly as Feng Qiang appeared.

Guan Wanjing was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. Not to mention the short hair that stood up like steel needles, he also had bronze skin like a metal statue, and arms as strong as those of a statue. The muscles all over his body were like armor inlaid with iron hammers and rivets. Even a loose, oversized winter school uniform looked tight on him, like a gym tank top.

Guan Wanjing had been training before, and was still holding two grip strengtheners in his hands. He turned his head following Feng Qiang's guidance, and the two bear-like fitness buffs looked in the direction of Su Zhou.

In the next instant, Guan Wanjing opened his bell-like eyes wide and stared in astonishment at Su Zhou, who seemed to have noticed something and turned around.

"Damn, it's Su Zhou?!"

Obviously, he knew Su Zhou and was clearly shocked by this: "That monster who beat me nine times in a row at arm wrestling in the gym last time?! He's actually a student at No. 1 High School, not a hidden genius from another academy?"

"Wait, could it be that the genius from No. 1 High School that Shishu (martial uncle) told me about is actually him!"

"Didn't I tell you that Su Zhou is obviously an awakened one." Feng Qiang shook his head—ever since he realized that his physical fitness was getting stronger and stronger with the spiritual Qi revival, he had vaguely guessed that Su Zhou was also this kind of person, just with much better talent than him.

And when he was confirmed to have awakened his physical ability and joined the Ruian Martial Arts headquarters in Tiandu to become a disciple, he finally confirmed this point.

Who else could have more strength than a physical Awakened other than another Awakened? When he met Su Zhou some time ago, his strength was still not as good as the other party's!

"I told my grandfather a long time ago that this guy was definitely a potential superhuman, otherwise, there's no reason why someone of the same age would be stronger than me..."

Guan Wanjing muttered in a low voice. He was also a disciple of the Ruian Martial Arts lineage. Although there were elders in his family in the martial arts gym, he officially entered the school at the same time as Feng Qiang: "My grandfather told me not to care about others and to train hard myself... Damn it, I originally thought that with my talent, it should be no problem to get first place in Hongcheng, but now that I see him, I feel like it's uncertain."

But after a moment of silence, Guan Wanjing cheered up again: "There's no need to be depressed—the reason I lost before was because I hadn't started formal cultivation yet, I was just honing the basics. Now that the spiritual Qi has revived, I've also made progress in cultivation... Although it's taking advantage of my family's teachings and temporarily taking the lead, I'll definitely win this time!"

In addition to the two geniuses from Zheng Yi Academy, and Guan Wanjing, other middle schools also had talented individuals. Their gazes, and the gazes of the professors, all converged on Su Zhou for a time.

As the saying goes, when a thousand fingers point, one dies without disease. Although these gazes were not malicious, they were also filled with scrutiny and inquiry.

If it weren't for having taken the Ice Heart Pill, Shao Qiming, just standing next to him and enduring the afterglow, felt that he should be cowering at this time. And after seeing that his friend hadn't taken the Ice Heart Pill, but had the same calm expression, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Ah Zhou, you don't seem to care at all."

"What's there to care about."

Regarding these scrutinizing gazes, Su Zhou waved his hand indifferently—he had fought with the Demon Dynasty army in the Divine Wood World. Which of the gazes and the locked-in thoughts filled with killing intent wouldn't terrify ordinary people?

*The leader of the Hundred Families Righteous Army, three grandmasters, thousands of warriors, and that great national teacher and Innate Demon Emperor, don't know how much higher they are than you guys. I chatted and laughed happily with them!*

Soon, the many probing gazes were withdrawn, and after Zhang Fucheng pondered for a long time, he finally tasted something was wrong.

"Although Su Zhou's talent is indeed very good, it shouldn't be to the point where even I can't see through him..."

He frowned and thought to himself, "Last time I met him in the principal's office at No. 1 High School, the aura he showed was still at the Awakening stage, which is not surprising given his talent..."

"Could it be that he has passed several stages of the Awakening stage? That's right, judging from the talent he has shown in the past, at least his body and spiritual power should have passed, but I don't know about his soul."

"Wait, could it be that he has cleared all three stages of Awakening, and his body, soul, and spirit three foundations are freely retractable?!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Fucheng couldn't help but look up at the back of Su Zhou, who was already going to the camp to put down his luggage under the leadership of the teachers—for a moment, his instinct actually gave him a vague premonition of 'fear.'

This immediately startled him.

"I actually, fear a student?!"

"Is it an illusion?"

Without mentioning Zhang Fucheng, who was already becoming somewhat suspicious, during this period of time, all the students from the middle schools taking the test had arrived, and the number of people in this collective test exceeded 3,000.

Next, was the usual leadership speech.

But unexpectedly, the speech was very short. It only briefly introduced the rules, encouraged the students not to be nervous and to give it their all, and then didn't say much else and quickly stepped down.

Gradually, according to the order in which each school arrived at the camp, people had already begun to go to the central testing ground to start testing.

There were ripples of spiritual power fluctuations, but these ripples were quickly smoothed out by the power of the spirit gathering tower.

Su Zhou also followed the team forward, and his smiling expressions with Shao Qiming were very clear.

At the same time, the camera turned, and Su Zhou's smile appeared on the electronic screen.

On the side of the camp, in an inconspicuous small building.

In the control room for the four spirit gathering towers and all the facilities for testing the camp, two old men and their secretaries were standing in front of a row of screens, watching the entire process of spiritual Qi physique monitoring.

The leading old man had a ruddy complexion and black hair. The reason why he was said to be an old man, not a middle-aged man, was because his long beard had not yet completely turned black, with silver and black intertwined, which seemed quite peculiar, with a mixed illusion of old age and youth.

This old man had a kind face, but a dignified aura, like thunder. From a distance, he didn't seem to be anything to be afraid of, but when you got closer, you would realize the enormous power contained in the winding thunder light, and the terror brought by that power.

Zhang Qingyun.

Or rather, the dean of Zheng Yi Academy.

—One of the members of the Zheng Country 'Thirty-Six Saints Central Committee,' the 'Contemporary Dao Saint.'

He stared at the screen, without saying a word, and the old man standing beside him, who was not afraid of his pressure, was the same.

For a time, the entire control room was silent. Apart from the crackling of electricity, even breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

They couldn't afford not to be serious.

If the 'spiritual power ability practical test' that was being conducted at the same time as the Saint Election Examination was to show the public the future of Zheng Country's superhumans, and to determine the results and allocate affiliations according to the students' visions.

Then the physical examination was to screen out all the seedlings suitable for cultivation from all over the country for the record.

These were two tests with completely different purposes. In fact, for the entire country, the significance of the latter, 'recording all potential superhumans with sufficient talent,' was even more important.

"These are all the hope of the future."

After watching the movements on the screen for a long time, Zhang Qingyun sighed, and he said with some gratification: "Whether Zheng Country, or even the future of mankind, can continue in the chaotic times of the future depends on their struggle."

And the director of the Hongzhou Education Department touched his hair, which already had some black appearing, but was mostly gray, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and continued, "They do have a better era than us."

"But Dean Zhang, our generation is not bad either."

"To be able to cultivate in a situation where spiritual Qi had not yet recovered, and to cultivate to the point we are today... we are also geniuses."

"That's right."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingyun put his hands behind his back, and he laughed heroically: "Let us old men see whether there are any 'geniuses' among this generation of juniors who can surpass us!"