"Su Yuan, I understand what you mean, but dismantling them here—wouldn't that leave a bad impression?"
Chen Nuoyi glanced at Chi Lean and the other students, who were still locked in a grueling fight with the Sword Slaves.
Besides, Instructor Zhao was still silently recording everyone's performance on the battlefield.
The Sword Slaves had long since been transformed into something akin to magical treasures. Their bones could even be considered alloy, and by any measure, they were no longer human. But they still had human shapes.
If they stripped the Sword Slaves of their flesh and bones right in front of everyone, they'd probably be ostracized as dangerous criminals.
Su Yuan thought it over and nodded.
"True. As the saying goes, a gentleman keeps his distance from the kitchen. It's best not to let customers see the raw materials for magical treasures, lest it make them uncomfortable."
But if they didn't dismantle and package the Sword Slaves now, what were they supposed to do with them?
They couldn't just destroy them. That would reduce the value of the materials when they were recycled.
Su Yuan fell into thought.
Meanwhile, Chi Lean had already led the students in completely breaking the Sword Slaves' assault.
Chi Lean himself had taken care of more than ninety percent of the Sword Slaves in that battle, and it was obvious he hadn't even used his full strength.
At last, peace returned to the camp.
Instructor Zhao swept his gaze over the students before finally settling on Chi Lean. He said with displeasure,
"Chi Lean, you took too much upon yourself in that fight."
"The Sword Slaves' first wave wasn't dangerous. As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, you should have conserved your strength and left the opportunities to the Qi Cultivation Stage students, so they could gain