Chapter 7 Late Fourth Stage!

"Account!"

As Zhang Yongan finished his words, a surge of Qi and blood, ten times more powerful than yesterday's, instantly emerged from his body.

"The addition of the elixir is truly extraordinary!"

Zhang Yongan's face lit up, and in a moment, the account was complete.

And at that moment, his strength transformed.

"Fourth-grade late stage!"

He stood up and comprehended his own strength. In just one day, he had broken through a small realm.

This speed was incredibly fast; even those so-called geniuses couldn't achieve a breakthrough in just one day.

"When I was at the third stage, it took me over a year to break through from the middle third stage to the late third stage."

"And now, with this level of speed, I can't even imagine it."

"It seems I was right. These precious students require a tremendous amount of resources to cultivate!"

Zhang Yongan was in high spirits, and for a moment, he didn't feel sleepy. He then pushed open the door to the principal's office and strolled around the campus.

Even in September, the nights were still a bit warm, but for a warrior, extreme cold and heat were no longer a concern.

He didn't mind it. Aside from the security patrol, there were no other students wandering around campus.

The dormitory gates were locked at midnight, and the students stayed away.

He could enjoy a moment of peace and quiet.

Although the students at this martial arts school weren't particularly talented, they all shared a drive for diligent training that wasn't evident at other schools.

Perhaps it was because they were descendants of military veterans, yearning to fight on the battlefield.

The Huaguo Martial Arts School stipulated that all students who passed the martial arts entrance exam, whether undergraduate or associate, must serve on the battlefield once they become a warrior. This was considered a graduation requirement.

The Federation's efforts to train warriors weren't in vain; serving on the battlefield was a necessary test for every warrior.

Of course, one could avoid serving on the battlefield.

For example, the stunning woman he met on the blind date wanted to use Zhang Yongan's first-class merit to ensure that her own descendants wouldn't have to serve on the battlefield.

Wanting to be a warrior but unwilling to fight on the battlefield? What's the point of being a warrior? You might as well go home and farm.

Zhang Yongan despises cowards most. They possess immense strength but remain secluded on Blue Star, relying on their warrior status to make money. They'd rather give the resources for martial arts training to those who need it more.

Zhang Yongan let out a long breath and unknowingly reached the student dormitories.

The dormitories were four-person rooms, but fortunately, the number of people was small, so it didn't feel crowded.

Although the Shanhe Martial Arts Academy campus was large, much of it was vacant land. There wasn't much funding available for building new buildings; that money would be better spent on the students.

After spending so much time at the school, Zhang Yongan realized that the current buildings only occupied half of the campus, leaving the other half undeveloped and considered wasteland.

Ultimately,

It was because the school had no money; nothing could be done.

If the higher-ups didn't give them money, they had to raise it themselves.

"Qi and blood fluctuations?"

It was already late at night, yet waves of Qi and blood could still be heard from the student dormitory. This clearly indicated cultivation.

He glanced at the dormitory building; it was the sophomore building.

There were no shouts of people playing games, no loud noises.

Everyone was quietly cultivating.

Zhang Yongan's eyelids twitched. The students in this school were even more passionate about cultivation than he was.

At other undergraduate martial arts schools, evenings would be spent playing games or playing slacking.

This gave Zhang Yongan a strange feeling.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

That day, with another round of Qi and Blood Pills distributed, the students' enthusiasm for cultivation intensified.

He sat in his office, silently assessing his own strength.

He was still some distance from the peak of the Fourth Rank.

The breakthrough from the middle to the late stage that night was entirely due to the fact that the Qi and Blood Pills were quite potent when he absorbed them on the first day. The effect had leveled off over the next two days.

"If I absorb all the Qi and Blood Pills from this round, my strength should be able to rise another notch, breaking through to the peak of the Fourth Rank. That shouldn't be a problem!"

"Even higher!"

Zhang Yongan's warrior heart now burned even more intensely, a powerful desire to become a powerful warrior.

A few days ago, he had seemed incredibly depressed, but now he was completely different.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Zhang Yongan, withdrawing his thoughts, said calmly, "Come in!"

The tall Student Union President pushed open the door and walked in.

The Student Union President's name was Liu Zelong. He was considered one of the most talented juniors and the first to break through to the First Rank.

Zhang Yongan had already thoroughly understood all this information.

Liu Zelong's parents were also military warriors, but unfortunately, they both perished in the defense of the Demon City's Zhenxing Pass.

I'd had brief interactions with Liu Zelong over the past few days. After all, he was the Student Union President, and I had some tasks to hand over to him.

"Principal, this is the list of freshmen joining the Student Union."

"Please sign."

"Also, here's the list of freshmen who are on the poverty fund. Their room and board will be waived, and they won't have to pay tuition."

Zhang Yongan took the two documents and briefly examined them.

He casually signed the student union list, then turned to the poverty students section and carefully examined several documents.

"An Xingping, An Xingan."

Those two names sounded appealing. It seemed their father hoped the Star Gate would disappear and everyone would live in peace.

Read more.

"A brother and sister, twins, orphans. Their parents died in battle..."

"Chen Bingyuan. Their parents died five years ago in..."

Zhang Yongan covered his face with one hand and took a deep breath, feeling a little choked.

Zhang Yongan couldn't bear to read any more of this information. Honestly, all the students in this school would be considered poverty-stricken students at any other university.

But at this school, they could only select the most destitute students from the poorest to receive poverty subsidies.

There was no other way. The school only had so many places. "Damn, this is so pitiful. They're still short of money."

"This Federation is cramming all these miserable people into one place so they don't have to compete with others for resources."

"They're treating these students like trash and the school like a garbage dump!"

Zhang Yongan's face darkened, and he clenched his fists.

These past few days, he finally understood why the teachers at the school risked their lives to form a demon-hunting team,

fighting into alien battlefields and obtaining resources for these students.

Because the school was desperately short of money, and these students were desperately short of money too!

"What are those people in the Federation doing for a living? They're so poor, why don't they allocate more money?"

Without hesitation, he signed the lists immediately.

These people did receive money from the Federation, but unfortunately, there were only twenty of them, and each person only received five thousand yuan a year.

That was perfectly adequate for ordinary people, but for a warrior, it was nowhere near enough for cultivation.

After signing, Liu Zelong respectfully accepted it. Seeing Zhang Yongan still sulking, he couldn't help but say, "It's okay, Principal. We can all overcome this."

"Thank you, Principal, for giving us the Qi and Blood Pills for cultivation."

"I'd like to ask, Principal, were those words you said earlier in the auditorium true?"

"The students all want to know."

Zhang Yongan's angry expression faded as he looked at Liu Zelong, who was half a head taller than him, now gazing at him with hope.

He seemed to represent the students.

He was like a lifeline; they wanted to cling to it, but were afraid of crushing it too hard.

They knew they were always a burden, and no one had the obligation to help them.

Thinking back at the students' diligent cultivation these past few days, without even a moment of slacking off, the anger on his face immediately dissipated.

Zhang Yongan stood up and said solemnly, "As long as I'm alive and still in this position as principal, I will do what I say!"

"Let the students use the Qi and Blood Pills freely!"

Yi Zelong put his feet together and stood still. With an upright and respectful posture, he saluted Zhang Yongan.

This is a more expressive way of expressing gratitude than a bow!

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

Soon,

Principal Chu appeared at the door, his face anxious.

"Principal."

"The family of the deceased teacher is causing trouble at school. Please go and take a look."