"After entering Magic Martial University, the first thing I'm going to teach you is to follow the rules!
If the gathering time is 3 o'clock, then it's 3 o'clock. There's no room for bargaining!
Anyone who fails to show up, arrives late, or doesn't line up properly will have 20 credits deducted!"
Seeing that many of the students below still didn't understand how serious this was, Huang Jing continued.
"Some of you may not understand how important credits are at Magic Martial University, so I'll explain it simply. Here, 3 credits can be exchanged for one ordinary Blood Vitality Pill, and 10 credits can get you one first-grade Blood Vitality Pill."
"Of course, you can think of 1 credit as 10,000 yuan in cash, or as 30,000 yuan outside the university. Magic Martial's exchange rate is roughly one-third of the market price."
As soon as Huang Jing finished speaking, the freshmen erupted into discussion.
"One credit is worth 30,000 yuan? Then the 20 credits they just deducted are worth 600,000! I've never seen that much money in my life. Those who lost credits must be so unlucky."
"Good thing we got inside and lined up in time. Otherwise, that would've been 600,000 yuan!"
Some people nearby were astonished, others relieved, while those who hadn't joined the line were furious or dejected.
Lu Hao had known all this for a long time. When he enrolled, a thousand credits had been deposited onto his Martial Artist ID. If the other students found out, they'd probably die of envy.
"Magic Martial promises free cultivation until you reach the first grade!"
Onstage, Huang Jing continued, "But free doesn't mean unlimited. Every freshman starts with 50 credits, which cover all your cultivation resources until you reach the first grade!"
"If you use up your credits, you'll have no cultivation resources left."
The students who'd lost 20 credits were even more devastated when they heard this. Credits weren't unlimited, and they'd already lost nearly half of theirs as soon as they enrolled. That meant they'd lost nearly half their cultivation resources, too.
Huang Jing paid no attention to those who'd had credits deducted and continued in a clear voice, "Magic Martial hasn't been around for very long. It's been 59 years, and in that time, countless graduates have come through these doors. They risked their lives and shed their blood to build the Magic Martial we have today—and to give you the lives you have now!"
"You didn't enter Magic Martial to enjoy life, nor to set yourselves above others!"
"Here at Magic Martial, you must first understand one thing: you only reap what you sow!"
"What is a martial artist? Not someone who preys on the weak, not someone who throws their weight around, and not someone who plays political games..."
"A martial artist is a guardian of this city, this nation, and this world!"
"We are great, yet insignificant. You could even say we are tragic..."
"You don't understand that now, and you don't need to. One day, you'll realize that entering Magic Martial isn't the beginning of your life's peak. It could also be the beginning of a tragedy!"
"But if you're unwilling to live an ordinary life, unwilling to remain unknown, then prepare yourselves for that possibility!"
"Now that you've entered a Martial University, you must learn to compete. Strive to become stronger and better!"
"Opportunity always favors those who are prepared!"
"..."
Huang Jing's voice rang across the entire field.
Lu Hao knew Huang Jing was talking about the greatness and tragedy of martial artists suppressing the Earth Caves. The students present couldn't understand it yet. Only Lu Hao knew the tragic weight behind Huang Jing's words.
But soon, once they reached the third grade, they would learn the brutal truth of the martial world.
"Magic Martial doesn't have many pointless formalities, but that doesn't mean we have no rules. The rules that matter must be followed!"
"Likewise, Magic Martial will give everyone a chance to show what they can do. When the time comes, learn to put yourselves forward!"
"The opening ceremony isn't complicated. It's simple: everyone gets to know one another. The instructors get to know the students, and the students get to know the instructors. At Magic Martial, getting to know one another is easy..."
As he spoke, Huang Jing turned to the side. "Onstage, we have 12 instructors from the four academies!"
As soon as Huang Jing finished speaking, a man in his forties with thick eyebrows and big eyes stepped forward.
As soon as he appeared, a dense wave of Vital Blood hovered above his head. A faint red hue could just barely be seen.
"Weaponry Academy, freshman instructor, Tang Feng!"
Another person immediately stepped forward and said calmly, "Weaponry Academy, freshman instructor, Luo Yichuan!"
"..."
"...Tactical Guidance Academy, freshman instructor, Zhou Shiping."
"..."
"Liberal Arts Academy, freshman instructor, Chu Xin!"
"..."
None of them held back their Vital Blood. The twelve instructors let it surge outward.
The freshmen below flushed red. Some even seemed to have trouble staying on their feet.
The twelve instructors unleashed their Vital Blood without restraint, bearing down on the students.
The freshmen who hadn't reached the martial artist level found it hard to breathe and hurriedly retreated.
Those who had reached the martial artist level, or had undergone a second bone tempering, looked solemn but remained where they were.
Just then, Fu Changding quietly said, "The instructors are done introducing themselves. We're next."
As soon as Fu Changding finished speaking, Fang Ping unleashed his Vital Blood and stepped forward against the pressure!
At that moment, Fang Ping wasn't the only one. Many others made the same choice.
"Magic Martial freshman, Zhao Lei!"
"Magic Martial freshman, Yang Xiaoman!"
"Magic Martial freshman, Fang Ping!"
"..."
"Magic Martial freshman, Fu Changding!"
Lu Hao watched them struggle to introduce themselves. He didn't feel a thing. The instructors' display of Vital Blood couldn't suppress him. Nearly twenty people had already introduced themselves.
Lu Hao stopped watching and took a step forward, saying with a smile,
"Magic Martial freshman, Lu Hao."
Unlike the others, Lu Hao didn't shout with soaring bravado. He simply smiled at the instructors.
But none of the students dared underestimate him. The others had shouted because they needed to unleash their Vital Blood to break through the instructors' pressure.
Lu Hao, on the other hand, had simply taken a step forward with a smile. He looked completely at ease, which made it obvious he was stronger than the others who had spoken before him.
Lu Hao glanced around. Roughly twenty people had stepped forward and managed to hold their ground against the instructors' Vital Blood. Everyone else had been forced back by the freshmen who'd stepped out and unleashed their own Vital Blood.
As Fang Ping and the others let their Vital Blood surge, Lu Hao did nothing. He just stood there quietly as if nothing had happened.
"Fang Ping, you're not even a martial artist, yet you've held on this long. I underestimated you!"
Fu Changding suddenly called out. He made faces at Fang Ping, who hesitated for a moment. Seeing Lu Hao's amused gaze, he finally steeled himself and decided to play along. So what if it became an embarrassing story?
"Fu Changding, you're not bad yourself. You reached the first grade after a second bone tempering. If I'm not mistaken, you've finished tempering one limb, right?"
"Likewise. Fang Ping, did you undergo a third bone tempering? Otherwise, you couldn't have held out this long."
"Fu Changding, why don't you guess?"
"Fang Ping, we agreed to have a fight later and see who's stronger!"
"Fu Changding!"
"Fang Ping!"
"Fu Changding!"
"..."
Lu Hao watched the scene and burst out laughing. He'd found this part hilarious when he read the novel. Experiencing it in person was even funnier.
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