This Money, No Refunds!

Wu Yong stood up and looked at the woman who was presumably an instructor from Canaan Academy: "Put the wounded on the ground. Also, there are too many of you standing here; please leave some space."

However, it was somewhat awkward that after Wu Yong spoke, most of these Canaan Academy students turned their heads to look at their instructor and Wang Shi, who was still sitting over there.

Clearly, in their eyes, Wu Yong, who looked even younger than them, could not possibly have better medical skills than the middle-aged Wang Shi.

Fortunately, their instructor spoke up quickly, telling them to do as Wu Yong said, leaving only herself and two students to tend to the wounded.

Wu Yong didn't mind this little interlude; after all, he was indeed very young.

The student's left side was soaked in blood, and it looked like he had been injured quite severely.

Wu Yong gently touched the area to roughly determine the patient's condition. It was indeed as the instructor had said: fractures, especially in the left arm, which was shattered into several pieces, with some small bone fragments still lodged inside.

"Fractures in the left arm and left leg. The other parts are just superficial wounds. The left arm is the most severely injured; the bone is shattered into several pieces, and there are some tiny bone fragments left inside. However, the location of these fragments is not critical, so they don't need to be removed."

After the examination, Wu Yong spoke to them about the patient's condition while standing up and walking to the back room to start rummaging around.

Hearing Wu Yong's diagnosis, the patient himself and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Just a fracture; a minor injury.

Before long, Wu Yong walked out of the room carrying some bottles and jars, cloth strips, and a few wooden boards.

Wu Yong handed the bottles to the three people nearby and said to them: "This is the medicine to be applied shortly; you can check it first."

Such are the customs in the Black-Corner Region; when traveling, one must always be cautious.

While they were checking, Wu Yong measured the length of the patient's arm and leg, then used a saw to cut the wooden boards into several pieces.

By the time he finished cutting the boards, the instructor had already finished checking the medicine and nodded at Wu Yong.

"Unbutton his clothes, apply the medicine to his wounds, and then wrap them with the clean cloth strips. Don't make it too tight, and make sure it's breathable..."

Wu Yong instructed them on how to apply the medicine; there was no helping it, such were the customs of the Black-Corner Region.

Before long, the patient had been medicated, and the fractures were secured with splints.

"The total is one hundred gold coins. Who is paying?"

Wu Yong's gaze drifted past the patient, who had fainted from the pain during the dressing, and rested on the others in the room.

"I'll pay. Thank you."

The female instructor stepped forward; one hundred gold coins really didn't mean much to her.

While paying, the female instructor's gaze lingered on Wu Yong, and she asked in a low voice: "This little brother shouldn't be eighteen yet, right?"

"Mm."

Wu Yong nodded, not forgetting to count the gold coins in his hand.

Hearing this, the female instructor's eyes lit up, and she asked in a very gentle tone:

"If I'm not mistaken, little brother should already be a Dou Zhe, right?"

Wu Yong continued to nod, his hands not stopping their work.

"Then, I wonder if little brother has any plans to enter Canaan Academy for cultivation?"

"Instructor, please just say what you have to say."

After counting the gold coins, Wu Yong understood what this female instructor was thinking.

"I would like to invite you to join my class directly when you sign up. How about it?"

The female instructor stated her intentions directly, making Wu Yong think to himself: As expected.

The customs in the Black-Corner Region were a bit too... indulgent. For those at the bottom, Canaan Academy was the best place to go.

He looked up at the female instructor, then at her students. It seemed this instructor had a decent character?

"That's fine, but the one hundred gold coins are non-refundable."

"Uh..."

Ruolin looked at the youth with a strange expression, sighing inwardly that this kid was truly... dutiful.

Even at a time like this, he didn't forget to uphold his responsibilities.

Then, Ruolin watched as Wu Yong stuffed the majority of the one hundred gold coins into the Storage Ring on his finger, and her eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

No wonder he wouldn't give a discount; it turned out he was taking the lion's share!

"I still don't know the instructor's name and class. Could you tell me?"

After putting his things away, Wu Yong remembered a rather important question; he still didn't know her name.

"Ruolin. You can call me Instructor Ruolin. The class I lead is Yellow Class 2. Don't forget it~"

"Instructor Ruolin, Yellow Class 2. I've noted it down."

Wu Yong repeated it and nodded.

He felt a bit surprised; he hadn't expected to run into this particular instructor. It really was quite a coincidence.

"Right, what is your name?"

Ruolin felt a bit awkward; she had almost forgotten to ask.

"Wu Yong."

After seeing off the group of students and teachers from Yellow Class 2, Wang Shi smiled and said to Wu Yong, "Congratulations, you can now consider yourself to have an acquaintance within Canaan Academy."

"Hardly an acquaintance, we've only met once."

Wu Yong shook his head; he could only say that he had found a path forward.

But then again, given his talent, wouldn't the instructors of the Canaan Academy Outer Academy be fighting over him?

Returning to his seat, Wu Yong silently circulated his cultivation technique to begin training.

As Wu Yong continuously absorbed the wind-attribute energy from between heaven and earth, the energy around him did not diminish; instead, it gathered in ever-increasing amounts.

Fortunately, Wu Yong was in a small border town where the strongest individual was only a Dou Ling, and their range of perception for natural energy was limited, so they did not notice the unreasonable gathering of energy on his side.

Time passed day by day, and since not everyone came to the clinic with injuries every day, Wu Yong was happy to have it this way, focusing on his cultivation while constantly developing more ways to use Son of Wind.

After two and a half months of peace, the new year of enrollment for Canaan Academy began.

Wu Yong also left this clinic and this small border town, a relatively peaceful place within the Black-Corner Region.

The owner of the clinic did not try to force Wu Yong to stay; firstly, his talent was outstanding enough that the owner knew he couldn't keep him forever.

Secondly, he was joining Canaan Academy, not another clinic, so there was no conflict of interest.

Moreover, ruining someone's future was a major taboo, and unless absolutely necessary, no one wanted to offend a young genius whose talent had already been revealed.

Better to bully an old man than to bully a poor youth.

Of course, if this youth were a useless person unable to cultivate, that would be a different story...

This small border town in the Black-Corner Region was closer to the Heping Town side of Canaan Academy, with a straight-line distance of only one hundred and fifty li between the two places.

Even if one were to detour around some obstructing mountains and rivers, it would be no more than two hundred li.

This distance was not far for an ordinary person, let alone for Wu Yong, who was a wind-attribute Dou Zhe and excelled in speed.

In less than a day, at sunset, Wu Yong saw the landmark of Heping Town: the Dead Spirit Tree.

Hanging upon it were the corpses of one Dou Huang expert and two Dou Wang experts, silently recounting the crushing defeat of the Black-Corner Region side in that battle years ago.