Martial Arts Entrance: The Ancient Jade Hides Ten Thousand Ages

Ranked third-grade upon enrollment, with 148 qi and blood, dead last in the class. An eighth-grade prodigy sent an old servant to crush his qi and blood stone, saying, 'The poor don't deserve to practice martial arts.' Wang Ping didn't say a word. He pulled out half a flatbread from his pocket, dusted it off, and took a bite. '148,' he said, 'is enough to beat you to death.' With 148 qi and blood, martial arts freshman Wang Ping had his qi and blood stone crushed by a prodigy on the first day. 'The poor, how dare they step through the gates of martial arts?' Mocked by all, no one knew that his ancestral ancient jade had awakened. The remnants of ten thousand ages of martial artists came from the Grey River, and peerless martial arts came to him effortlessly. The power was great, but the cost was equally piercing. Every burst drained his own foundation. Arena death matches, beast sieges on the city. A humble youth from a poor family, with an ancient jade in hand, fought against powerful enemies and defended the lands of the people. — Description from novelcodex.org