"It's over. I won't be making the Fame and Fortune List much anymore."
That was Shi Yu's thought.
He had painstakingly waited until Blood Consort graduated, and only then, early in his sophomore year, had he gradually become a Fame and Fortune Figure.
The Fame and Fortune Figures of Divine Martial University were determined by how many times one made the Fame and Fortune List each month.
If someone could consistently make the Fame and Fortune List every month, they could become a Fame and Fortune Figure.
Xu Zhiming had already been the Top Scholar, and with the added attention of being Blood Consort's student, he drew more traffic than many others.
Now he had even knocked Blood Consort out of first place in the Martial Arts Tournament.
What kind of concept was that?
He was guaranteed to become a regular on the Fame and Fortune List from now on!
Shi Yu looked up at the sky as some unpleasant memories began assaulting him again.
Huang Yilong, meanwhile, rubbed his head.
This kid was so outstanding. If he went on missions in the future, the Wheel Turning Cult and other forces would probably try to assassinate him.
The first two or even three years would be fine, but by their senior year, all Divine Martial University students had to enter the Mirage Realm, where wars were fought against the Foreign Races, for training.
Divine Martial University would not merely cultivate decorative vases.
Three years was enough for the university's students to grow and gain a certain degree of self-preservation ability.
Of course, if a student was strong enough, they could enter the Mirage Realm ahead of schedule for training.
The responsibilities borne by geniuses were far greater and heavier than those borne by ordinary people.
A trace of anticipation rose