After hundreds of years of exploration, the martial arts cultivation system has been fully formed, and becoming a powerful martial artist is what everyone aspires to.
Even though spiritual energy is abundant now and it's an era where everyone cultivates, it doesn't mean that everyone can take this path.
It requires talent and resources.
But neither of these two things... were present before the sinking.
The most rational choice is to give up physical training now, focus on liberal arts, get a higher score in the humanities, enter a better liberal arts university, and then find a stable clerical job after graduation to support your family.
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A statue stands in the lobby of the museum; it belongs to Marquis Gao Wenyuan of Jingcheng.
"Marquis of Jingcheng" is not a position, but a title, which means "ancient China before the catastrophe" and is recognized by the World Martial Arts Association.
At least with the limited knowledge of these high school seniors, it's unimaginable what level of achievement is required to obtain such a title.
Of all the martial artists who have left Jingcheng over the years, only Gao Wenyuan has received a title.
This was Chen Qian’s first time entering the city museum; the 30 yuan entrance fee had previously made him completely ignore the place.
"Sure enough, this place looks much better when you don't have to spend any money." There seemed to be an ancient and mysterious aura emanating from it, and Shen Qian couldn't help but sigh.
"Who said it doesn't cost money? Didn't everyone pay 15 yuan?" Wang Yangming asked doubtfully from the side.
Shen Qian paused for a moment, then sighed softly and said nothing more.
...
"Jingcheng Museum was established in 2079, covering an area of 6,000 square meters, and has thirteen different exhibition halls..."
"Students, look over here. This is a fossil of a creature called a dinosaur. Dinosaurs lived 200 million years ago, and its appearance is somewhat similar to the dragon-like beasts among existing monsters..."
"This is an exhibition hall related to pioneer martial artists. Look at this stone. It is said that Jiangling Wang, one of the leaders among the pioneer martial artists, used it for meditation and created the first set of martial arts techniques in China that could be practiced by the general public..."
The museum's tour guide gave a lively explanation, maintaining a pleasant atmosphere. Soon, the group arrived at the seventh exhibition hall.
"Students, this exhibition hall showcases the achievements of human civilization before the cataclysm. Don't underestimate these achievements. Because of the emergence of martial arts, our research and development in daily life has actually slowed down, while people in that era were fully dedicated to scientific research and invented many practical things..."
“Chen Qian, look what this is?” Wang Yangming said, pointing to a white sticker with black lines in a frame on the wall.
Shen Qian shook his head in confusion, and together with several classmates around him, he studied the mysterious tadpole-like patterns, trying to figure out something.
"A QR code?" One student glanced at the description next to him, stroked his chin, and said, "Could it be some kind of cultivation manual? Does it require a specific method to decrypt?"
"Maybe so. It says here that it's for receiving payments, so I guess you'll have to pay to learn the corresponding techniques," another boy guessed.
Upon hearing that it might be related to money, Shen Qian immediately lost interest in the mysterious images and text, and went to an area labeled "electronic products" on his own.
"After some researchers restored them, some of the electronic products here can be reused. Students can try operating them, but be careful not to damage them!"
Upon hearing the tour guide's words, Shen Qian immediately became interested.
Ding Yi and several other female classmates were studying something in front of a laptop when Shen Qian casually picked up a mobile phone with a charging cable attached from the display shelf next to them.
The phone's model number wasn't specified, and the exterior was quite worn; only two small characters were visible on the front.
"Hongmeng?"
The phone had no password, so after unlocking it, I took a quick look around. Unfortunately, most of the apps were no longer usable. Only two things could be opened normally: one was a game called "Honor of Kings," but the interface was too outdated and the controls were too simple, so I tried it briefly and then promptly clicked the "X."
The other one seemed to be some kind of installation package. I casually clicked on it before I could even react, and a bunch of prompts popped up.
"Risk Warning: You are installing an application from an unknown source. By continuing to install this application, you agree to assume full responsibility for any device damage or data loss that may result from the use of this application."
"This application has been infected with a virus and will be automatically added to the phone's security management center. We recommend uninstalling it immediately..."
"The application failed to automatically join the security management center..."
"Suitable host detected, system startup in progress..."
"Beep beep, danger warning! Your phone has been infected with an unknown virus!"
Amidst a dizzying and inexplicable barrage of information, something strange seemed to flash by. Shen Qian felt a sharp pain in his palm, and before he could react, the next moment—
boom!
A powerful blast of air sent Chen Qian flying.
"ah!"
Amid screams from the crowd, the glass throughout the museum shattered under the impact of the blast wave.
The invisible waves did not stop, sweeping across the entire Jingcheng in the blink of an eye.
Buzz!
All electrical equipment in the city was paralyzed in an instant.
The sound of melting ice and snow rang out, and the invisible yet real protective shield that shrouded Jingcheng crumbled inch by inch.
A fierce sandstorm swept into the edge of Jingcheng almost instantly. The clouds dispersed, and three suns suddenly appeared in the sky. The temperature on the ground of Jingcheng began to rise rapidly. Faintly, roars could be heard coming from outside the city, growing louder as they approached...
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