Immortal Martial Academy - Chapter 39

Chen Beixuan acted fairly; thus, the Divine Sword Squad took the heart.

The remaining items were also highly valuable. The Rock Squad expressed no interest in them and asked if they could receive additional points instead.

Chen Beixuan agreed, giving the blood to Thornflower Squad for cultivating their thorn seeds, but reducing their points by ten percent.

The Night Squad needed bones, which constituted a significant portion, so their points were reduced by twenty percent.

The Divine Wind Squad opted for all points. Finally, Chen Beixuan declined any points, leaving everything else for the Blood Squad.

With no objections, Chen Beixuan collected the items and added several squad captains’ contacts.

By the time they returned, it was already evening. After distributing the spoils, everyone gathered in Chen Beixuan’s room.

Bai Qi’s projection appeared, and each student respectfully greeted him as “Teacher.”

Throughout today’s battle, Bai Qi remained silent, observing closely. Now, during the debriefing, he began his teaching.

“Firstly, Beixuan, your command was commendable, although not flawless. Considering this was your first time leading such a small-scale team fight, you performed well,” Bai Qi praised Chen Beixuan. “Junlin, similarly, your coordination with Beixuan was excellent, showing great synergy.”

“Jiu Xian’er and Lan Yuecai, when attacking the pangolin’s abdomen, you should not have chosen the Overlord Spear Martial Skill. Although it has strong momentum, its damage potential is limited. Instead, opting for thrusting attacks would have maximized your harm output.”

“We understand, Teacher,” Jiu Xian’er and Lan Yuecai responded as they stood up.

Bai Qi waved his hand, gesturing for them to sit back down. “However, you both still deserve praise for excellent timing. With teammates’ assistance, it’s crucial to maximize the damage inflicted, without wasting the opportunities created by your comrades.”

“Linyue and Linyang, you two handled the battlefield situation well, especially during the flip of the pangolin. However, it was somewhat reckless to engage without knowing if the pangolin’s tail had any hidden abilities. This could have been dangerous; if there were unexpected skills, you risked significant injury.”

Through Bai Qi’s detailed debriefing, everyone gained valuable insights. The academy recovered six thousand credits from the pangolin’s carcass, dividing evenly to one thousand credits per squad member – ample funds for purchasing numerous items.

This battle significantly boosted the Blood Squad’s reputation, and now no one referred to them as just another ordinary squad.

However, this knowledge was limited to a small circle, with many still skeptical about the Martial Dao.

Despite that, some individuals began inquiring about the Immortal Martial Academy, which was a positive sign.

Wu Xianyao returned late at night, greeted by the young man on evening duty at the front desk who acknowledged him warmly.

Wu Xianyao nodded in response, headed to Room 101, and activated the projector. Earlier, Xia Yi had mentioned having something important to report, and now, after finishing his tasks, it was time to listen.

Xia Yi’s projection appeared, “Headmaster, the national tournament for the gifted is starting this month. With nine bases participating, there will be around three thousand teams, each consisting of three members. The competition includes both team and individual events. I have already registered Zhang Shi for the individual event.

For the team event, I planned to include Xia You, Xia Jiufeng, and Mao Mao. However, Mao Mao’s combat abilities are not strong, and I’m considering whether Zhang Shi should also participate in the team event.”

Wu Xianyao pondered briefly. Mao Mao was primarily an Alchemist with limited combat prowess, and Zhang Shi, having entered the individual event, might struggle physically if also competing in the team event due to stamina constraints.

With at least two battles per day, possibly even more including nighttime matches, it posed too great a risk and could be detrimental to their performance.

“After careful consideration,” Wu Xianyao replied, “let Mao Mao participate alone, and Zhang Shi should not join the team event. It would be too demanding on her stamina.”

“But this will affect the academy’s ranking. With one less combatant, our overall fighting strength diminishes significantly.”

Wu Xianyao shook his head, “The academy’s ranking isn’t crucial; I just need us to gain recognition. Although Mao Mao lacks direct combat prowess, she excels in Alchemy and Poison crafting. The competition rules don’t prohibit the use of poisons.”

Xia Yi paused upon hearing Wu Xianyao mention Mao Mao’s poison expertise. Indeed! It doesn’t necessarily require direct combat skills; deploying potent poisons could be just as effective.

Mao Mao’s toxins were fearsome enough to incapacitate even 4th Rank experts—absolutely terrifying.

If all three team members carried such poisons, wouldn’t that mean…? Just contemplating the scenario sent shivers down Xia Yi’s spine.

“Understood, Headmaster,” Xia Yi replied after updating Wu Xianyao on the project progress before ending the projection call.

At the academy, Zhang Shi practiced his sword techniques in the central square, his movements fluid and graceful. Watching from the sidelines, Bai Qi nodded approvingly, “Born with a natural affinity for swords, truly remarkable.”

Old An stood nearby, exchanging smiles with him, “Teacher Bai, what rank do you think Zhang Shi might achieve?”

Bai Qi shook his head, “With Great Xia’s thousand-year heritage, there are numerous sword masters; it’s hard to predict. Unless Zhang Shi masters the Vanquishing Evil Style, reaching the top hundred would be impressive.”

Hearing this, Old An smiled mildly, “Teacher Bai, let’s make a bet: if Zhang Shi reaches the top ten, you’ll forge him a fine sword.”

“Heh heh! A bet? I’ve never shied away from a challenge. If Zhang Shi makes it into the top ten, I’ll have Xiao Lin craft a 4th Rank sword for him,” Bai Qi declared with raised eyebrows.

“Deal! And if I lose, I’ll give you two bottles of fifty-year-aged Moutai.”

At the mention of Moutai, Bai Qi’s eyes lit up, “Agreed.”

“Agreed.”

Zhang Shi continued practicing the Vanquishing Evil Style, struggling to find the right feeling each time, but remained patient.

In the Outer Court, Xia Yi was organizing files in his office when a father, wearing a work cap and holding a leather belt, entered dragging a blond-haired youth behind him.

“Aiyo! Dad, no more hitting, please! See, I’m here now?”

The blondie wore torn jeans and a half-sleeve t-shirt.

Xia Yi heard the commotion and stepped out.

“Wei Gong, why did you come? The child is still young; there’s no need for such discipline.”

“Chairman, I heard about the school you established. We workers don’t really understand much about higher education. My son is just 16 years old and has already dropped out, spending his days smoking and hanging around with troublemakers.”

“If he were to join the military later, he’d undoubtedly become a troublemaking soldier. I figured finding a school might help him learn something. Since it’s a prestigious institution opened by someone like you, Chairman, it should be good enough for my son. So, I brought him here. He insisted on riding his flashy motorbike, which really infuriated me; only after a sound beating did he agree to come.”

“Wei Gong, children are still young; focus on education rather than physical discipline. It’s best not to resort to violence, especially during their rebellious phase. Harsh punishment could backfire.”

“Yes, yes! Chairman, Wei Jun is in your hands now. Here’s three thousand yuan. I have work to attend to, so my boy is entrusted to you. If he misbehaves, don’t hesitate to whip him – he has a thick skin.”

With that, Wei Gong left hastily, leaving Wei Jun and Xia Yi staring at each other awkwardly.

“Cough! Come sign this form; from now on, you’ll be a student of our academy.”

“Sign what? You think a punk like me can be controlled by someone like you?” Wei Jun flicked his bangs aside and turned to leave defiantly.

Xia Yi smiled faintly, “Feel free to try walking out, but see if your dad doesn’t beat you black and blue afterward.”

Xia Yi could tell that deep down, the kid wasn’t inherently bad; otherwise, he would have resisted when his father whipped him earlier.

“You fucking bastard, don’t use my dad against me. Show some guts and fight me one-on-one. If you win, then maybe I’ll consider joining your shitty academy.”

Xia Yi raised an eyebrow, realizing this lad had quite the rebellious streak. No worries, a good thrashing should fix that.