Demands

Inside the Principal's Office.

The Old Principal paced back and forth anxiously, while Wei Tianlong, the director of the Admissions Office, stood aside, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Beep beep!"

The encrypted communicator on the desk beeped without warning, displaying a name.

Gu Ci!

He took a deep breath and pressed the call button.

Gu Ci's perpetually expressionless, deathly face appeared on the Light Screen, his voice still icy.

"Chen Fan will be given a spot in the Tiannan Junior High Exchange Tournament."

"Gu Ci!"

The Old Principal was already overwhelmed with worries about the Exchange Tournament, and upon hearing this, his anger instantly flared up. He pointed at the Light Screen, his spittle almost flying out.

"Are you fucking insane?! Sending a nine-year-old kid to fight a fifteen or sixteen-year-old real Martial Artist who can Qi and Blood Projection? In the Anomalous Beast Quarantine Zone, no less! Do you want him to be a live target?!"

Faced with the principal's furious outburst, Gu Ci simply listened calmly.

Once the Old Principal's roar subsided, he coldly tossed out a single sentence.

"Chen Fan my student, and my student isn't that useless!"

The Old Principal paused, then trembled with rage. "Bullshit! That's a genius! That's the future!!"

"So," Gu Ci's voice grew even colder, "You're not letting him go?"

"I..."

"If you don't let him go," Gu Ci interrupted him, her voice not loud, but carrying a resolute determination, "I won't let you teach students anymore!"

"Smack!"

The call was abruptly ended.

The Old Principal stared blankly at the extinguished Light Screen, his face ashen.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan was completely unaware of all of this.

He quickly washed away the blood and sweat stains from his body and changed into a brand new white Training Uniform.

Throughout the entire process, I remained completely calm and undisturbed; only that number remained in my mind.

118 calories!

"Perhaps... 118 calories isn't necessarily the limit for Quasi-Martial Artist!"

Chen Fan spoke softly, then pushed open the door and walked straight towards the A-Level Gravity Training Room.

When Chen Fan arrived, he found the door to the training room open.

The atmosphere inside was so heavy it almost became tangible.

The Old Principal stood in the center of the room, his face flushed, his chest heaving violently. Wei Tianlong, standing beside him, was covered in sweat and desperately tried to signal to the statue-like figure in the corner.

In the shadows of the corner, Gu Ci stood with his arms crossed, ignoring Wei Tianlong's hints.

Upon seeing Chen Fan enter, the Old Principal's anger instantly turned into heartbroken concern.

He strode up to Chen Fan, his tall frame unusually bending down as he lowered his posture. "Xiao Fan, listen to the principal's advice, we're not participating in that Exchange Tournament!"

"You have no idea how dangerous that was! The opponent was Zhou Ye, the top genius of the third year of junior Tiannan Middle School. He's fifteen years old and broke through to the Qi-Blood Realm just half a month ago! He can Qi and Blood Projection, and one punch can penetrate a half-meter-thick steel plate!"

"The competition will be held in the No. 3 Exotic Beast Isolation Zone, where Anomalous Beasts roam freely and poisonous insects abound! In previous years, deaths were commonplace during the Exchange Tournament! You're only nine years old. No matter how solid your foundation is, you're only Quasi-Martial Artist, fundamentally different from him! Going there means a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, child!"

He simply couldn't accept that his most prized possession, whom he held in the palm of his hand, was going to risk its life in such a meat grinder.

After all, Chen Fan is only nine years old. When Chen Fan's fifteen or sixteen... he'll be incomparable to his current age!

Despite the Old Principal's emotional persuasion, Gu Ci remained as cold as a statue, not uttering a single word.

His gaze went past the principal's shoulder, calmly fixed on Chen Fan.

Finally, when Li Guangming was talking until his mouth was dry and his voice was hoarse, Chen Fan made a move.

He looked up, past the Old Principal's shoulder, and down into the shadows at Gu Ci, Gu Ci was also looking at him.

The master and disciple's eyes met in the air; they spoke no words, yet it was as if they had exchanged all their information.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Fan nodded slowly and firmly to the Old Principal and to his own heart.

"I'll go."

The sound was very soft, but when it reached the ears of the Old Principal and Wei Tianlong, it carried a great weight.

The Old Principal's face froze; his mouth was slightly open, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Gu Ci slowly stepped out of the shadows, his eyes calmly sweeping over the Old Principal was standing Petrification area.

Zhang Weimin.

The Old Principal's pupils suddenly contracted, and the anger in his chest surged again, but Gu Ci's next words forcefully suppressed it.

"The students I teach are far superior to those scoundrels in Tiannan City."

Gu Ci walked to Chen Fan's side, his gaze sharp as a sword, piercing the Old Principal's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Just give me the permission, and the rest..."

"I'll return to you the true number one in Jiangnan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air pressure in the room became so low it was suffocating.

Zhang Weimin's chest heaved violently, his heavy breathing clearly audible in the silent training room. He stared intently at Gu Ci's expressionless face, then looked down at Chen Fan gaze remained unwavering.

A madman.

A little madman.

A long time.

Zhang Weimin seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he looked somewhat hunched over. After a moment, he sighed dejectedly, as if resigned to his fate, and suddenly waved his hand, his voice hoarse.

Approved!

"Good."

Gu Ci showed no joy on his face, as if this was a natural outcome.

He didn't even give Zhang Weimin a chance to back out, and immediately spoke.

"Ten doses, Intermediate Qi and Blood Potion."

"What?!"

Wei Tianlong, who had been trying his best to keep a low profile, could no longer hold back and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

"Intermediate Qi and Blood Potion?! Gu Ci, have you lost your mind?! Ten vials at once?! Why don't you just go and beg the sun from the sky?!"

Intermediate Qi and Blood Potion!

Each one is made from dozens of rare medicinal herbs that are over a hundred years old, supplemented with the essence of Anomalous Beasts, and meticulously crafted by a pharmacist.

Its potency is more than ten times that of a basic potion!

The entire Jiangnan No. 1 High School only has a quota of a little over a thousand per year!

Those were the resources reserved for the top geniuses in the third year of junior high school, who were about to break through to the Qi-Blood Realm, to lay a solid foundation for their future!

Gu Ci is asking for ten branches the moment he opens his mouth?

Even the genius who is currently ranked first in the top three Prodigy Class junior high school only uses one or two Qi and Blood Potions throughout the year!

However, Zhang Weimin, who had just made his decision, simply closed his eyes and remained silent for several seconds after hearing this absurd request.

When he opened his eyes again, a resolute look flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Can!"

Wei Tianlong was struck dumb, completely Petrification on the spot, mouth agape, his mind blank.

He hadn't expected that Zhang Weimin would actually agree to Gu Ci's request.

"I can give you the resources, but... I want Chen Fan to come back unharmed. If he loses even a single hair..."

"I'd pay with my life if he shed even a single hair!"

Gu Ci interrupted Zhang Weimin directly.

Zhang Weimin paused, then gave Gu Ci a deep look.

I hope you remember what you said!