Involution, Experimentation, Cleanup

30 days remained until the Martial Academy assessment.

Morning:

Chu Qing went to the first underground level, found ten Gray Robes, and continued taking missions.

This time:

The Gray Robes still demanded one secret manual per person.

In response, Chu Qing casually wrote out one secret manual, tossed it onto the ground, and said, "There's only this one secret manual. If the ten of you agree, come with me."

"If you don't, I'll find another batch."

The Gray Robes were dumbfounded.

Yesterday, you were so generous.

Why were you being so stingy today?

Especially the Gray Robes who had spent several hours securing the top ten spots—they felt rather bitter inside.

They still wanted to haggle with Chu Qing.

However, the next moment, Number One suddenly picked up the secret manual and personally copied it out.

"My lord, I am willing to continue following you!"

Chu Qing nodded.

He looked at the rest and spoke quickly. "Five minutes!"

"I'll only give you five minutes to copy it."

"If you don't agree, I'll call someone else!"

"Anyway, you're all cannon fodder—neither here nor there. Stop haggling with me!"

As soon as he said this, the lower-ranked Gray Robes, especially those who had done missions with Chu Qing yesterday, shouted, "My lord, choose me!"

"Even without a secret manual, I'm willing to work for you!"

"My lord, I don't want anything. As long as I can come back alive, that's enough!"

There were more people.

The competition had become cutthroat.

One minute...

Three minutes...

Five minutes...

The top ten Gray Robes obediently copied the same secret manual.

"My lord, we're ready!"

Chu Qing nodded. "Fine, then let's go!"

With that, he tossed the mission booklet to Number One. "Pick a thirty-point mission."

The Anomaly Division's mission points increased in increments of ten.