Idle Chat

After afternoon classes ended, Lin Xingyu and the other five went to the dining hall together.

The academy's support for First Grade Class Zero could be called unstinting, pouring in everything it had. Old Dean Yu Zhen might look like a man steeped in books, but once he made up his mind, he acted with swift, decisive force, without the slightest ambiguity.

Just speaking of Lin Xingyu and the other five, the preferential treatment the academy gave them covered everything from study to daily life, each item put firmly into practice. Take their daily meals, for example. They could eat their fill and freely enjoy the nutritious Grade A Meals, laying a solid foundation for high-intensity cultivation and ensuring that every bit of effort had enough energy to support it.

Lin Xingyu simply stopped holding back. Since it was free, he would eat as much as he could. He had saved money before because his own money had to be used to buy spirit herbs to promote his Bloodline cultivation, and to buy metals to strengthen the ability of his First Soul Skill.

In daily life, he naturally had to save where he could. It was impossible for him to give up cultivation time and spend large amounts of time taking missions just so he would have enough money to spend. He would only make some design drawings in his spare time between cultivation, keeping his cultivation at maximum efficiency.

Now that there were free Grade A Meals, of course he had to eat his fill. Gu Yue and Xie Xie stared in utter shock. This was the first time they had seen anyone who could rival Tang Wulin when it came to eating.

Xie Xie said in a low voice, "So their physical constitutions are so good because they eat a lot? Are those two really human?"

Zhang Yangzi could not help muttering, "Maybe if you eat a lot, your physical constitution really does get stronger?" He looked at the food he had already finished, touched his stomach, then forced himself to go get another serving. Wang Jinxi and Xie Xie silently followed.

Seeing the way those few looked, Gu Yue felt helpless and could not help rolling her eyes. Were they trying to turn everyone into rice buckets?

In the end, Lin Xingyu stopped after eating only sixteen Grade A Meals. That was already the limit of his body. If he ate any more, he would have to use his Bloodline to promote digestion.

Tang Wulin looked at Lin Xingyu and chuckled. "Impressive! This is the first time I've seen someone who can eat almost as much as me, though you're still not quite there. Can you keep going?"

"No. Eating this much is about enough. I'm still not as good as you. Go on and eat by yourself," Lin Xingyu said with a smile.

In the end, Tang Wulin ate twenty-eight Grade A Meals by himself.

The reputation of being a rice bucket could no longer be erased.

As they returned to the dorm after eating, Zhang Yangzi walked over to Lin Xingyu's side. "Xingyu, about the secondary profession Teacher Wu talked about this afternoon, what do you plan to choose in the future?"

Lin Xingyu said, "I major in Mecha Designer and minor in Forging Master."

"Huh?" Zhang Yangzi was somewhat surprised. Not only had Lin Xingyu already decided on his secondary profession, he seemed to have chosen two at once. Was that allowed? Hadn't Teacher Wu recommended choosing one among Forging, Mecha Design, Mecha Manufacturing, and Mecha Repair?

They were still young and had not yet determined which direction they had more advantage in developing. There were still more than two years to try things out, so they still had plenty of time.

"You've already decided your direction, and you chose two at once?" Gu Yue's somewhat cool voice came over.

Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Wang Jinxi also looked over curiously, not understanding why Lin Xingyu would choose two at once. Aside from Tang Wulin, none of the others had chosen a secondary profession yet.

"Mm." Lin Xingyu nodded and said, "I chose my secondary profession a long time ago. My talent in mecha design is very good, and studying mecha design doesn't take me much time. Now I'm already a Rank 5 Mecha Designer. After reaching Rank 5, what restricts me from improving further isn't knowledge, but insufficient Soul Power and Spiritual Power. I didn't want to waste the remaining time either. Among the remaining professions, my talent for forging is also very good, so I found time to learn that too."

As soon as his words fell, it was as if an invisible barrier had suddenly been placed between them. The smiles on Tang Wulin and the others' faces instantly froze. Their mouths opened slightly, but it was as if something had blocked them, and not a single word came out. Silence instantly enveloped them.

Only after a long while, when they were almost at the dorm, did Tang Wulin say, "I heard that once a secondary profession reaches Rank 5, it makes a lot of money. Is that true?"

Lin Xingyu glanced at him in slight surprise, then nodded in realization. "That's right. Any secondary profession reaching Rank 5 is a qualitative change. Its ability to make money increases greatly."

After hearing Lin Xingyu's words, Tang Wulin's eyes instantly shone with blazing light.

Back at the dorm, Lin Xingyu did not read today. Instead, he took out the White Edge Iron to refine it.

Immediately after, Lin Xingyu calmed his mind and slowly entered a meditative state. The moment he immersed himself in it, he keenly sensed that the armor around him seemed to have been endowed with a mysterious power. A layer of golden-red light softly shrouded it like thin gauze, shining brightly.

Looking carefully, there were also countless tiny specks of light within that glow, like stars on a summer night, flickering in and out, as if each speck contained a unique energy, together forming a dreamlike and wondrous scene.

Inside the room, suit after suit of neatly arranged armor seemed to be awakened by some mysterious power. As if sharing a tacit connection, they resonated together, giving off faint yet deep tremors, as though whispering unknown stories in low voices. At the same time, a faint glow gradually rose across the surface of the armor. This light was gentle and mysterious, intertwining and reflecting off one another, filling the entire room with a fantastical atmosphere.

The morning light was faint, and the horizon turned pale like the belly of a fish, dispersing the night bit by bit. The city slowly awakened from its slumber, the streets shrouded in a layer of soft radiance.

Lin Xingyu sat quietly on the bed, a tranquil aura lingering around him as he immersed himself in meditation. After an unknown amount of time, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, a clear light flashing through them. Then he comfortably stretched his body and gave a satisfying stretch. Last night, under full-hearted cultivation, his Soul Power had smoothly broken through to rank twenty-nine. At this moment, he only felt his whole body filled with strength, his spirit especially full.

At his current cultivation speed, in at most two months, or as quickly as a month and a half, his Soul Power would smoothly climb to rank thirty. It had to be said that this Martial Soul Mimic Training Ground had truly produced a miraculous effect, actually increasing his cultivation speed by ten percent. In this unique environment, the condensation and circulation of Soul Power became even smoother, and every breath seemed to let him touch the trajectory of his growing strength.

It's also time to raise the Soul Spirit, Lin Xingyu calculated the road ahead in his heart.

He got up and very slowly loosened his muscles and bones, then began Martial Arts training. He felt the Bloodline Power nourish his entire body, penetrating deep into his marrow. His whole body was filled with strength—flesh, bones, organs, and everything else were all nourished by the Bloodline Power. Points of golden light began to rise across his body.

He could not help feeling even more delighted.

After eating breakfast, he stepped into the classroom in a good mood. The few people inside the classroom were still somewhat numb from the casual words "Rank 5 Mecha Designer" that he seemed to have mentioned unintentionally yesterday. That was a Rank 5 professional!

Wu Changkong strode into the classroom with a cold expression. He still looked both handsome and cool. His gaze was sharp as a torch as he swept it over the six students before him, then said in a deep voice, "This morning will be practical combat class. First, summarize the previous Promotion Tournament. How do you think you performed?"