Ten billion grudges!
The precise count was one billion and a little over a million, with the final digits constantly changing and continuing to climb.
Song He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as he poured a billion grudges into the Wishing Well!
He was determined to see what supreme treasure the Wishing Well could produce after offering up the surging grudges of a million examinees!
Wait, why did he suddenly feel so much like the Evil Sword Immortal...? The more grudges he collected, the stronger he became... He was even willing to slaughter a million innocent lives for the sake of cultivation...
In the past, tossing several hundred thousand or a million grudges into the Wishing Well would make its water boil violently. This time, a billion grudges crashed in all at once. The Wishing Well seemed to have been hit by a Hydrogen Bomb. Amid a deafening boom, flames shot into the sky, and smoke as huge as a city billowed upward!
Hopefully, the Wishing Well hadn't been blown up. He had no idea when it would hatch something new. Song He felt like a gambler who had gone bankrupt buying a promising stock. Brimming with anticipation, he got off the plane, hailed a cab, and hurried toward the school.
It was still the dead of night. Normally, the school should have been deserted, but unexpectedly, when he passed near the Teaching Building, he heard a great commotion.
Curious, Song He took a detour to the front of the Teaching Building. He was dumbfounded.
More than a thousand people had gathered below, packed shoulder to shoulder. There were teachers and students alike, all lining up under the guidance of doctors in white coats.
At the end of the long, Greedy Snake-like line were two... blood donation