Grade B Star-Power Body Tempering Pool

Facing the skepticism, Xu Mingde's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over those who had raised objections. His voice was resolute, carrying an unquestionable sense of authority:

"Everyone, what does the embryonic form of True Momentum signify? You should all be very clear about this. It means he has touched the true threshold of martial arts earlier than other students, and it means he has the opportunity to condense True Momentum after breaking through to the Mortal Shedding Realm. At the same time, this is the golden ticket for the 72 spots in the University Cup; without True Momentum, talking about those spots is unrealistic."

In recent years, when has Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University produced any real talent?

"Seedlings possessing the embryonic form of True Momentum are mostly snatched up by Tianshu, Jiuzhou, and Canglan. The few that remain are basically picked up by the likes of Nanming or East Sea Martial University."

He paused, his tone becoming sharper: "Now, a non-aristocratic seedling with the embryonic form of True Momentum is placed before us. Are we just going to watch as he gets snatched away? We have already gained the upper hand by discovering him before all the other martial arts universities react. If we cannot provide him with sufficient support in terms of resources, what will we have to compete with once the other universities catch on?"

As he spoke, his gaze turned toward Ye Wanjun at the head of the table. His tone shifted to one of earnestness, yet remained firm: "Principal, as the Director of Admissions, and with my decades of experience in judging character, I guarantee that this little guy named Lin Ye is worth our investment."

"I ask for the Principal's decision."

The various department representatives were rendered speechless by Xu Mingde's words. Their gazes all turned to Ye Wanjun, waiting for his verdict.

Ye Wanjun had been listening quietly, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop. He looked at the impassioned Xu Mingde, then at the calm and determined face of Lin Ye on the light screen, along with the striking "Ranking Tournament Performance Score: 36."

After a moment, Ye Wanjun stopped tapping and spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it instantly suppressed all discussion: "The Foundation-Building Blood-Qi Pill, granted."

"Principal."

The representative from the Resource Department wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by a wave of Ye Wanjun's hand. His gaze was calm but carried an unquestionable majesty: "Director Xu is right. Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University needs its own true genius. A bit of pill resources to gamble on a future is worth it."

"Furthermore, I will find a way to handle the shortage of pills."

"That is all. Motion passed."

On the other side.

The late summer sun was shining brightly. Just as Zheng Huai was preparing to calm himself after the bad news brought by his old comrade-in-arms Jiang He, the terminal on his coffee table vibrated again.

But this call was not from Jiang He; it was from an unfamiliar number, though the note below the phone number read "Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University."

Zheng Huai raised an eyebrow. Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University?

That was the school ranked dead last among the regional martial arts universities.

Why were they looking for him?

He tapped the voice call to accept, and a man's voice, speaking at a slightly rapid pace, came through, carrying an underlying sense of efficiency.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Teacher Zheng Huai of Linjiang District Third High School?"

"Yes, I am. May I ask who you are?"

"Hello, Teacher Zheng. Sorry to bother you. I am Zhou Ting, a teacher from the Martial Arts Academy of Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University."

Hearing that the person was who he needed to talk to, Zhou Ting's tone softened slightly as he quickly introduced himself.

"Hello, Teacher Zhou. May I ask what you are calling me about?"

Zheng Huai asked politely, while secretly speculating in his heart. A thought immediately surfaced: could this guy be trying to use him to persuade that kid, Lin Ye, to go to their school?

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University was at the bottom of the regional universities, with average resources and an average platform. With Lin Ye's grades, there was no way he would let that kid go to Wind-Thunder.

"Teacher Zheng, I won't beat around the bush."

On the other end of the terminal, Zhou Ting got straight to the point, "It is about your student, Lin Ye. Our school—or more accurately, our Martial Arts Academy—has evaluated him and unanimously agreed that the student Lin Ye, whom you previously taught, perfectly fits the standard of talent our school needs. For this reason, we hope to specially recruit Lin Ye into our Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University."

It really was that.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Huai realized his guess was correct. They really wanted to use him to get Lin Ye into Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University. What a joke. However, considering that the other party was, after all, one of the regional martial arts universities, Zheng Huai still gave them sufficient respect and said tactfully, "Teacher Zhou, it's like this: whether Lin Ye goes to Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University is not up to me. Besides, I think with that kid's grades, apart from the top three regional martial arts universities, I don't think there would be much of a problem for him to go to any of the others. Overall, it still depends on the child's own wishes, right?"

"Teacher Zheng, you are right. In terms of regular admissions, student Lin Ye can choose any regional martial arts university; that is his freedom. But..." Zhou Ting paused, having caught the slight dissatisfaction in Zheng Huai's tone, and his voice became more serious, "But what Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University wants has never been a 'possibility,' but a 'certainty'."

"Don't be in such a hurry to refute me, just listen."

"Perhaps you didn't hear my words clearly enough just now. This time, for student Lin Ye, we are going through 'special recruitment'."

Zheng Huai's heart stirred upon hearing this, as he detected the importance they placed on Lin Ye.

"As a teacher, you should know that special recruitment is not regular admission. As long as student Lin Ye is willing to come to our Wind-Thunder Martial Arts University, we are willing to provide high-level resource allocation."

Zhou Ting paused, then listed a series of prepared conditions.

"First, regarding student Lin Ye's shortcoming in his Blood Qi Value, we promise to provide him with one Foundation-Building Blood-Qi Pill every week during his first academic year. You might not be aware, but this Foundation-Building Blood-Qi Pill is 50% more effective than the average blood-qi pill on the market, and it can solidify his blood-qi foundation as quickly as possible."

"And I won't hide it from you, our Director of Admissions fought for a long time at the school's talent meeting to secure this for student Lin Ye."

"Second, we will provide unlimited access to borrow D-grade martial arts techniques for free. If he performs outstandingly, he can also apply to borrow C-grade martial arts techniques with more than half the fees waived."

"Third, once he breaks through to the Blood-Qi Realm, our university can open our breathing technique resource library for him to choose from."

"Fourth, we promise that if student Lin Ye successfully breaks through to the Mortal Shedding Realm during his time at school, we will reserve at least one spot for him to use the Grade B Star-Power Body Tempering Pool."

Zheng Huai felt the first three points were okay, and even when the other party mentioned the struggle for the Foundation-Building Blood-Qi Pill, he just took it as a bit of fun and didn't think the pill was that great. But upon hearing the last point, his breathing became slightly rapid.

Grade B Star-Power Body Tempering Pool?

Really?