For Nan Fusheng now, millennium spirit herbs were practically worthless. Only ten-thousand-year spirit herbs were worth considering.
After all, he still had the energy he had painstakingly gathered aboard the Soul Train waiting to be absorbed. That energy alone was enough for him to cultivate all the way to the Soul King level.
Accepting a millennium spirit herb now would be useless to him. He might even have to spend time sending it to an auction to exchange it for money. Since that was the case, he might as well have the Academy give him money directly.
That way, there would be no middleman taking a cut. Given his performance, the Academy presumably would not begrudge him this small amount of Federal Coin.
"Fine. Since you insist, I'll inform the Academy. You should receive the money by tomorrow afternoon," Long Hengxu said helplessly.
"Mm. Thank you, Director Long."
"This is what you deserve." With that, Long Hengxu left. He needed to discuss matters with the Dean—not just Nan Fusheng's situation, but also the Tianhai Grand Tournament.
"Prepare for tomorrow's match. I will use Spirit Skills." After saying that, Wu Changkong turned and left. Since Nan Fusheng possessed strength capable of killing a Soul Ancestor-level opponent—
—even if there had been some trickery involved—Wu Changkong would treat him seriously. Thus, he directly changed the rules of the match. Otherwise, he might very well capsize in a gutter.
"S-Spirit Skills?" Xie Xie stammered. "Did I hear that right? Who is Teacher Wu? He's going to use Spirit Skills against us? Is he serious?"
Tang Wulin's facial muscles were twitching as well. He had personally witnessed just how formidable Teacher Wu's Spirit Skills were. Even with his cultivation suppressed to their level, he could still use the two Spirit Skills, Frost Mark and