1: God-level summation system

Blue Star China, Jiangtan City.

Jiangtan Seventh High School.

After Yu Xiu woke up, he dazedly followed his classmates to the sports field.

“You have now entered your third year of high school and officially embarked on the journey of the Martial Arts Exam.”

“For those of you present, if you don't have a powerful Family, outstanding Talent, or parents you can rely on, then the Martial Arts Exam is the only way to change your fate.”

At the front of the line, the principal's impassioned speech left Yu Xiu confused.

What in the world is the Martial Arts Exam?

Before the look of confusion on his face had faded, a strange memory suddenly flooded into his mind.

A moment later, Yu Xiu looked surprised, Transmigration to a High Martial World?

“Yu Xiu!”

Just as he was pondering, the principal in front of him called out his name.

Because he had been fully engrossed in reviewing his newly inherited memories, he hadn't paid attention to what the principal was saying, and at this moment, he looked up blankly.

However, he keenly noticed that the expressions of the surrounding classmates were very strange; some looked sympathetic, while others looked sarcastic.

“Go stand in line over there!”

A classmate next to him nudged Yu Xiu with his elbow, signaling him to go to the far left of the line.

Yu Xiu looked up and saw that three students were already standing there, so he didn't think much of it and walked over.

“Brother, what are we doing standing here?”

“Are we going to get scolded?”

Through his memories, Yu Xiu knew that his predecessor's Martial Dao performance had always been very poor, so he didn't think it was for an commendation.

“I'd rather be scolded.”

The male classmate replied with a bitter face.

“It's good as long as we're not getting scolded, otherwise, with so many people, it would be quite embarrassing.”

“No, didn't you listen carefully to what the principal just said? Our lives are about to be over, and you're still in the mood to joke?”

“Lives are about to be over?” Yu Xiu asked in confusion, “Brother, what do you mean?”

“Those who stand here will later be assigned to the remedial class. According to Seventh High School's past custom, the remedial class receives no school resource supplies. For students from ordinary Families like us, losing supplies means the Martial Arts Exam is hopeless. We've already been abandoned by the school.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiu's expression also changed greatly.

In this world where martial arts are revered, the only way for those without a background to get ahead is to pass the Martial Arts Exam and enter a good university.

Because whether it's high school or university, the school will distribute resource supplies.

Resources are expensive, and ordinary Families simply cannot afford them; only through the school can they be obtained.

“The 174 students whose names were called above will be assigned to Class 27.”

Unbeknownst to him, Yu Xiu was already surrounded by people, both male and female.

At this moment, the attention of both the principal and the teachers and students present was entirely focused on them.

“I presume you are aware that Class 27 has no substitute teachers, only a homeroom teacher, and will lose the school's resource supplies.”

When the principal said this, although the 174 students had already guessed it, hearing it firsthand was still very painful.

Many couldn't help but cry.

“Therefore, I am now giving you a choice: switch to the liberal arts exam. Perhaps you can get into research-oriented universities, and you can still make a name for yourselves in the future.”

“Now, students who choose to switch to the liberal arts exam, take one step forward.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the line fell silent for a moment, and many ultimately took a step forward.

Yu Xiu was also struggling.

He was born into an ordinary Family; his parents were ordinary laborers at the bottom of society.

If he chose to persist with the Martial Arts Exam, without school supplies and with his Family's financial conditions, he simply couldn't support himself to become a Martial Artist.

If he chose the liberal arts exam, perhaps his future wouldn't be a dead end; at least he'd have a job.

But Yu Xiu was very unwilling.

In his previous life, he was a workhorse at the bottom of society. Did he have to be a workhorse even after Transmigration?

But to stage a comeback from a desperate situation?

Yu Xiu smiled bitterly in his heart. He never had a comeback in his previous life until he died, so what right did he have now?

Just as Yu Xiu sighed and was about to step forward, a System prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

“Ding-dong! The Divine-Grade Summation System has been bound. The Host's ultimate strength will be granted by summing the Talent, Qi and blood, and General Skills and Techniques of all classmates.”

“Given that the Host has not yet formed a class, once a class is formed, the System will calculate the summation result based on the Talent, Qi and blood, and General Skills and Techniques of all classmates and grant it to the Host.”

This... this is a Golden Finger?

Yu Xiu was instantly overjoyed.

According to this world's advancement System, 10 points of Qi and blood value is a Ninth-Rank Martial Artist, 20 points of Qi and blood value is an Eighth-Rank Martial Artist, and so on, 100 points of Qi and blood value is the Grandmaster Realm.

If the total sum of the entire class is calculated, even a remedial class would have terrifying strength.

The remedial class students all have Qi and blood values that haven't Broken through 5 points. If calculated at an average of 4 points, 100 people would be 400 Qi and blood value, meaning a Cultivation Realm of a Four-Star Grandmaster.

Even if there are only 50 people, that's 200 Qi and blood value, a Two-Star Grandmaster Realm.

Xiao Ruoyu, the top student in Seventh High School, is a Genius herself and has Family support. Her current strength is only a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist.

It is said that the reason Xiao Ruoyu came to Seventh High School is because the principal is his second uncle, and here, many of the school's resources are prioritized for him.

With a Family and prioritized school resource supplies, he is now a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist.

And what about me, Yu Xiu!

At least a Grandmaster as a baseline.

“What a waste of natural resources!”

At this moment, Yu Xiu saw so many students already standing at the front of the line, and his heart was bleeding; these were all his strength.

The remedial class is a special case in the entire school, unlike other classes that limit the number of students to allow substitute teachers to teach better.

The remedial class is completely self-taught, with only a homeroom teacher and no substitute teachers; all learning and Cultivation depend entirely on oneself.

In other words, even if all 174 students here stay, they will all eventually be assigned to one class, which is Class 27.

If this could truly happen, Yu Xiu's strength would reach a Seven-Star Grandmaster.

The principal has Cultivated for forty or fifty years, and now he is only a Nine-Star Grandmaster.

However, Yu Xiu also knew it was unrealistic.

He couldn't keep everyone.

Such selfish behavior was unacceptable.

After all, the current choice determines the future lives of these students.

Without a background and without school resource supplies, the Martial Arts Exam path is ultimately unfeasible.

Choosing the liberal arts exam might still offer a way out.

“Well, we are all in the same boat. I hope they can choose the right path.”

In Yu Xiu's view, he had now completely risen above. Even if only thirty or forty people ultimately remained, his strength could still stand out among the crowd.

At that time, by demonstrating his strength, he could completely enter a better class.

Then the class total would be recalculated, and his strength could still Breakthrough to Grandmaster.

It was just a matter of time.

But for these people, it was like standing at a crossroads in life; a single thought could determine their future Dao.

“Is there anyone else who wants to switch to the liberal arts exam?”

The principal waited for a long time, seeing no one else step forward, “Students who have already stepped forward can report to the liberal arts class.”

“As for the remaining students who will form Class 27, you…”

The principal had just spoken halfway when, from the crowd, someone suddenly roared, “I refuse!”