I Am Not The Machine King

The name Lin Yuan was well-known in Qingshan Diyi Middle School.

He was a weirdo that even the principal couldn't handle.

His liberal arts results were exceptionally good. He had broken and improved the history records of Qingshan Diyi Middle School's 10th grade, 11th grade, and 12th grade. He was a genius among geniuses.

He was in the 13th grade of middle school, the last year of middle school.

He had scored almost full marks in the joint exam last month.

He was such a rare genius, yet he was determined to take the martial arts exam.

The school officials rolled their eyes and almost fainted.

No matter how good Lin Yuan's liberal arts results were, the results of his martial arts were terrible.

He had a fire-type spirit seed. After a few years of cultivation, his spirit energy was only 41. He was an intermediate-level level two martial artist.

Even many juniors in 10th grade and 11th grade were stronger than Lin Yuan.

However, Lin Yuan worked harder than anyone else and trained his Basic Martial Arts to the extreme.

If he continued to develop like this, he would at most become a teacher of Basic Martial Arts. His bright future was far inferior to that of the liberal arts.

...

Countless gazes in the dojo were firmly locked onto the beautiful figure in the center of the dojo.

Jiang Yining kept raising her legs to attack the dummy in front of her.

Her ponytail was tied high. She was pure and natural, without any makeup.

To be able to become the favored girl of the heavens and the goddess in the hearts of thousands of young men could not be separated from Jiang Yining's powerful strength.

It was said that she had already opened all twelve meridians half a year ago and advanced to a level three martial artist.

As Lin Yuan warmed up, the number of people in the dojo gradually increased.

Even some students who did not usually come to the Basic Martial Arts class came to join in the fun and look at the goddess from afar.

Most of the teenagers were still self-aware.

They were people from two worlds. Even if Jiang Yining stood in front of them, they would still tremble, let alone pursue her.

"Phew."

"After more than three years, I can finally start cultivating."

Sensing the strength of his bones after more than three years of cultivating, Lin Yuan was relieved.

Fortunately, there was still half a year before the College Entrance Exam.

If everything went smoothly, half a year should be enough.

The first four stages of martial arts were actually the four processes of awakening a spirit seed, opening the meridians, tempering the body, and refining the soul.

In the Tianshui Kingdom, they would directly call them a level one martial artist or a level two martial artist.

At the moment, Lin Yuan and Wu Di were only level two martial artists when they were opening their veins.

Almost all the young men and women in this world would awaken their spirit seeds when they were 12 to 14 years old.

This spirit seed represented the different attributes that a martial artist cultivated.

For example, if the spirit seed was blue, it would be a water-type martial artist.

If it was brown, one would be an earth-type martial artist.

If it was red, he would be a fire-type martial artist.

The spirit seed attribute was various, for example, different colors would represent different spirit seed qualities of the same spirit seed.

For example, the ordinary "purple fire" and "phoenix purple fire" would have a far different combat power.

This was often called a "gift".

The reason why Lin Yuan was said to be extremely untalented was that the faint light of the fire-type spirit seed in Lin Yuan's body appeared somewhat white.

From the color of the fire-type spirit seed when it was awakened, it looked a little similar to the "nine netherworld Yin flame".

Unfortunately, the spirit energy released was very different. It was confirmed that it was not the nine netherworld Yin flame. It was most likely an unrecorded fire-type spirit seed.

There were about 30,000 types of fire-type spirit seed recorded in the Martial Arts Outline. Naturally, many unknown fire-type spirit seeds were not recorded.

Basically, it was judged by the fullness and quality of the spirit seed.

Normally, spirit seeds would gradually take root and germinate in the body of a martial artist as they cultivated.

However, Lin Yuan's white flame did not make any movements no matter how much he cultivated, causing the growth of Lin Yuan's spirit energy to be extremely slow.

Up until this moment, if Lin Yuan wasn't persistent, he must have been forced to give up on cultivating this "white flame seed".

"Fortunately, I still have this."

Lin Yuan sighed slightly and circulated his spirit energy.

At this moment, two spirit seeds were flickering in his body.

One was red with a tinge of white, appearing sickly.

The other was a plump silver-gray!

Twin spirit seeds were actually not rare in this world.

Even Wu Di had fire-type and lightning-type twin spirit seeds, there were also martial artists with three spirit seeds and four spirit seeds.

But it did not mean that the more spirit seeds there were, the better one's talent would be because the quality of the spirit seeds was different.

If all four of someone's spirit seeds were trash, they would definitely not be better than a good spirit seed.

For example, many martial artists with twin spirit seeds would choose to cultivate one of them.

For example, the fire-type spirit seed in Wu Di's body was far less powerful than his lightning-type spirit seed. Therefore, Wu Di focused on cultivating the lightning-type spirit seed and gave up on the fire-type spirit seed.

Ninety-nine percent of the martial artists would do the same.

Lin Yuan's silver-gray spirit seed was an extremely rare mechanical-type spirit seed!

This spirit seed was very rare in the Tianshui Kingdom.

Of course, different types of spirit seeds could not be compared horizontally; They were just rare.

Therefore, Lin Yuan could not even find a teacher in Qingshan City.

After flipping through a lot of information, he finally found a suitable cultivation method.

That was the reason Lin Yuan's spirit energy had improved so slowly over the past three years.

Mechanical-type martial artists were different from other elements. To a certain extent, they were similar to steel-type martial artists.

If one's physical strength didn't meet the standard, the mechanical-type martial artists wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure of the mechanical-type martial artists' spirit energy on their bones, flesh, and meridians.

That was why Lin Yuan practiced Basic Martial Arts diligently every day to improve his physical strength.

Until a few days ago, Lin Yuan's physical strength finally met the entry requirements of a mechanical-type martial artist. He used the money he had saved over the years to buy two mechanical-type basic spirit skills and practiced them for a few days. The effect was unexpectedly good.

"I'll be busy for the next half a year."

Lin Yuan thought to himself.

Lin Yuan did not tell the second person about the second spirit seed in his body. Even Wu Di did not know about it.

First of all, it was not a secret to Lin Yuan.

It was not the kind of spirit seed that would attract the attention of the whole world if it was revealed.

On the contrary, in the real world, especially after entering the martial arts academy, the stronger one's talent was, the more attention and resources one would receive.

The reason Lin Yuan did not announce it was very simple.

Middle school couldn't provide resources. It could only be determined by one's background.

Middle school wasn't as rich as the martial arts academy, so they couldn't provide expensive cultivation resources.

On the other hand, Wu Di had never taken the initiative to talk to Lin Yuan about the spirit seed.

Wu Di knew very well that Lin Yuan's spirit seed talent wasn't good, and he saw how hard Lin Yuan worked.

As a brother, how could he expose Lin Yuan's scars?

...

It was nine o'clock. Elder Yang, who was in charge of the Basic Martial Arts class of Qingshan Diyi Middle School, arrived at the dojo on time.

Seeing Elder Yang's arrival, everyone's gradually stopped warming up.

Elder Yang was a real level four martial artist. He was over a hundred years old, but he was still full of energy and full of vigor.

"Come, you, you, you, and you."

"Four of you, perform one set of basic fist techniques."

Basic Martial Arts were the foundation of combat.

If one practiced martial arts, they would have a martial arts class in 10th grade. Some martial arts aristocratic families would even let their children practice their steps, fist techniques, and leg techniques.

Combining these Basic Martial Arts with spirit energy and spirit skills, these were the foundation of a martial artist.

After Elder Yang called the three men and one woman in the front row, whispers immediately sounded.

"So handsome."

"Senior Pei is too handsome."

"He's Pei Xi?"

...

Lin Yuan was just focused on warming up and thinking, so he didn't notice that so many people had come to the dojo.

The moment he saw the genius martial artist of the same year, Pei Xi, being called up, Lin Yuan subconsciously glanced at Wu Di.

Sure enough, Wu Di showed an expression of seeing his enemy.

When love rivals met, their eyes were especially red.

Pei Xi and Jiang Yining were geniuses ranked in the top five of Qingshan Diyi Middle School. He also came from a martial arts aristocratic family.

Not to mention his looks, just the fact that Wu Di mentioned that he was ranked 124th on the list of handsome men in middle school, Pei Xi ranked third.

He was only slightly inferior to Lin Yuan, who ranked second.

Whether it was in terms of talent, strength, looks, family background, or temperament, Pei Xi was ahead of Wu Di in all aspects.

Wu Di was completely defeated.

Lin Yuan sighed silently.

...

Pei Xi had always been brimming with a confident and warm smile, and the group of junior sisters couldn't even control the speed of their hearts.

Any martial artist was no stranger to basic fist techniques.

Although it was Pei Xi's first time attending a Basic Martial Arts class, the Basic Martial Arts of martial arts aristocratic families were generally not bad.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Pei Xi confidently began to practice the basic fist techniques!

In an instant, the dojo was filled with a vigorous atmosphere.

It was Lin Yuan's first time seeing Pei Xi perform the basic fist techniques. He kept observing the details of Pei Xi's fist techniques and commented, "It's very good."

There were a few minor flaws, such as the center of gravity of the punch was not that stable.

However, it was still better than 99% of the middle school martial artists.

"What a pity."

Lin Yuan's eyes were extremely sharp. Pei Xi's punches were only halfway through and he already knew that there would be a good show to watch.

After finishing the set of punches, Pei Xi slowly stood still. The applause of a few fangirls could still be heard from below.

Pei Xi naturally revealed a calm and confident expression.

Unfortunately, the next second, Pei Xi's smile froze on his face.

Elder Yang's cold voice rang out in the center of the dojo.

"Are you here for class?"

The entire dojo fell silent in that instant. One could even hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

"As expected."

Lin Yuan thought to himself.

Wu Di, who was not far away, was stunned at first. Then, he instantly understood why Elder Yang was so angry and almost laughed out loud on the spot.

Although he was lazy, he had not missed a single day of martial arts lessons over the past three years because of Lin Yuan.

He was too familiar with Elder Yang. When he was practicing his fist techniques, no matter how bad his fist techniques were, Elder Yang would not get angry.

The only thing that could make Elder Yang angry was that his mind was not on his fist techniques when he was practicing!

When he was in his first year of middle school, Elder Yang had scolded Wu Di for being absent-minded.

Those who attended Elder Yang's classes often heard Elder Yang say, "You have to be in awe of Basic Martial Arts in order to improve."

Pei Xi's fist techniques were not bad, but when he fought, it was as if he was performing.

From the corner of his eye, he would occasionally glance at Jiang Yining. Wasn't he asking for a scolding?

"If you're not here for the class."

"Get out of here as soon as possible!"

While Pei Xi was still in a daze, Elder Yang's furious roar could be heard.

At this moment, the anger and shame in Pei Xi's heart continued to intertwine. His expression kept changing, and the warm expression on his face completely disappeared.

Wu Di was so excited that he kept trembling. He enjoyed watching it!

After a few seconds of adjustment, Pei Xi finally suppressed the negative emotions in his heart. He bowed politely and said, "I'm sorry, Elder Yang."

"It won't happen again."

Elder Yang did not respond and directly ignored him.

He continued to guide the three martial artists behind him.

"This female student doesn't have enough strength to punch. Look at me."

"Left bow step, left hand to hug right hand horizontally, back to your waist, cupped fist, and punch your right fist."

"The strength of this punch doesn't come from the waist."

...

Pei Xi took a deep breath and returned to the team while maintaining his rationality. The veins on his temples gradually disappeared.

He didn't dare to get angry at all, and he had no reason to get angry.

Pei Xi looked at Jiang Yining, but Jiang Yining didn't look at him at all. Pei Xi only saw Wu Di's gloating eyes and slowly clenched his fists.

"Lin Yuan, come up and demonstrate."

"Yes."

After half an hour, Elder Yang finished the detailed instructions and called Lin Yuan up.

Lin Yuan slowly walked to the center of the dojo. His footsteps were heavy, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. His entire temperament had changed!

"Try to observe Lin Yuan's every move."

"Let's begin."

Elder Yang nodded slightly at Lin Yuan.

When Lin Yuan punched, he became the focus of everyone's attention!

Even Jiang Yining stared at Lin Yuan.

"Perfect."

Looking at the strength and position of Lin Yuan's punches, Elder Yang smiled even more and nodded continuously.

A perfect basic fist technique was to gather 100% of one's strength.

Even someone as picky as Elder Yang could not find a single flaw in Lin Yuan's fist technique.

"Sigh."

Many students sighed softly. Every time Lin Yuan demonstrated Basic Martial Arts, whether it was the fist technique or leg technique, they felt as if he was glowing.

It was a pity that the heavens were jealous of geniuses. His spirit seed's talent was so poor.

Otherwise, he would definitely be a favored son of the heavens.

Under Elder Yang's constant explanation, the morning passed quickly.

Elder Yang would not come to the afternoon combat class.

The combat experience was something that the teacher could not teach, and one could only comprehend it by himself through constant combat.