The Number of New Martial Artists

Li Feng was already used to the astonished expressions on their faces. Almost every new student reacted similarly when they first arrived.

"The freshman dormitories are all in the area to the left. The other three directions are for upperclassmen.

"Your information cards are the keys to your rooms. Just find the corresponding room number and swipe your card to enter.

"My task is complete. I wish you both a pleasant university life!"

Li Feng handed Qin Yan's suitcase back to him, then took his leave.

After Li Feng left, the two followed the directions on their information cards toward the freshman dormitory area on the left.

Before long, they found Gao Ming's room, No. 150, located on the second floor of a villa.

"See you, Qin Yan! Contact me once you've settled in!"

Gao Ming waved goodbye, dragging his luggage into his dorm room.

Qin Yan continued searching for his own room, No. 15.

He noticed that the villa floors seemed to be related to ranking. The room numbers on the first floor were relatively large, and the higher he went, the smaller the numbers became.

Sure enough, on the Third Layer, he found a room with a plaque marked "15." Rooms 14 and 16 were beside it, while room 65 was directly opposite.

Qin Yan lightly swiped his information card over the door lock. With a beep, the door opened.

The dormitory was even more spacious inside than it appeared from the outside.

In the center was a bright shared living room, furnished with comfortable sofas and a coffee table.

Four bedroom doors, each with its own private bathroom, were arranged around it.

The moment he stepped into the living room, the doors to the other three bedrooms opened almost simultaneously. Three young men with distinctly different temperaments emerged, their gazes falling on Qin Yan in unison.

Qin Yan was slightly startled. From all three roommates, he sensed blood qi fluctuations far more powerful than his own, carrying a unique rhythm—they were all Martial Artists!

He understood at once.

He had ranked fifty-ninth in admissions, with 99 Cal of blood qi and full marks in skill.

The fifty-eight people ranked ahead of him were, in all likelihood, Martial Artists.

As for the roommate ranked sixtieth, he had clearly broken through after the Gaokao ended.

Before the school term had even officially begun, Qin Yan had already keenly felt an immense, invisible pressure.

This was a place where Top Grade geniuses gathered!

When the three Martial Artist roommates saw Qin Yan and sensed the blood qi on him that had yet to fully transform into a Martial Artist's True Force, their brows furrowed slightly in unison.

A trace of barely noticeable indifference flashed through their eyes.

One of them even shook his head lightly.

Then, as if they had agreed beforehand, the three said nothing. Each turned around, returned to his own room, and shut the door.

Though Martial Artists and non-Martial Artists were separated by only a thin line, they represented different levels of life.

In their eyes, Qin Yan, who had yet to break through, was temporarily unqualified to stand on the same level as them. Naturally, there was no need to communicate with him.

Qin Yan simply accepted his roommates' undisguised coldness calmly.

He did not care, because he knew full well that this "roommate" relationship would last less than three days.

Three days later, once the entrance tests and faculty assignment ceremony were over, everyone would be reassigned to dormitories based on their results and mentor choices.

He would only stay in this temporary "home" briefly.

Dragging his suitcase behind him, he headed toward the only vacant bedroom.

After swiping his card to enter, he spent half an hour carefully cleaning and organizing the room.

He made the bed and arranged his personal belongings, giving this temporary shelter a faint sense of his own presence.

After finishing everything, Qin Yan checked the time. It was already half past twelve at noon.

He still had to attend the freshman orientation meeting at three in the afternoon, and he had not eaten lunch yet. This was a good opportunity to familiarize himself with the campus and fill his stomach at the same time.

No sooner thought than done, Qin Yan left the dormitory. Following the signs, he easily found the cafeteria near the Yellow Zone.

Magic Capital Martial University had eight large cafeterias spread across different areas, and there happened to be one on this side of the Yellow Zone.

The cafeteria had three floors and an imposing exterior.

Qin Yan entered the first-floor hall. It was spacious and bright, with numerous service windows offering a dazzling variety of dishes. Without exception, they were all high-protein, high-energy Nutritious Meals.

What delighted him most was that the basic meals on the first floor were actually provided free of charge!

As for the second and Third Layers, he had no plans to visit them for now.

They offered medicinal cuisine and special foods with stronger effects, capable of directly assisting cultivation and increasing blood qi, but they required the expenditure of the school's "Credit Points."

Credit Points had far greater purchasing power at Magic Capital Martial University than money—one Blood Qi Pill cost ten thousand Huaxia Coins outside, but at the school, it required only one Credit Point.

In other words, one Credit Point was equivalent to ten thousand Huaxia Coins!

Credit Points could not only be exchanged for pills, but also used to hire mentors for cultivation guidance, learn Martial Arts Skills, and exchange for pill formulas, weapons, and other resources.

Magic Capital Martial University recognized only Credit Points.

As a freshman, Qin Yan had been awarded 150 Credit Points by the school, equivalent to 1.5 million Huaxia Coins!

He had to carefully plan how to use this "fortune."

After lunch, Qin Yan did not return to the dormitory. Instead, he took some time to familiarize himself with the area around the dorms.

Before long, he noticed that many freshmen were heading toward No. 3 Stadium—the freshman orientation meeting was about to begin.

Qin Yan followed the crowd as well.

He did not want to be late for his very first meeting and leave a bad impression on his future mentor and the school leaders.

No. 3 Stadium was exceptionally grand, its circular stands capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people.

At that moment, nearly a thousand freshmen had gathered in the center of the field. Most were chatting with familiar fellow townsmen or newly acquainted roommates, while only a very few stood alone.

The air was filled with blood qi fluctuations of varying strengths, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"All freshmen, attention! Line up quickly according to your student numbers, twenty people per row!"

A dignified, weighty voice suddenly resounded throughout the stadium, clearly reaching everyone's ears and instantly suppressing all the noise.

This voice had not been amplified through any sound equipment. It relied purely on the speaker's exquisite control over blood qi and sound waves!

What level of strength was that?

Qin Yan did not know, but he was certain that it was absolutely beyond what a Low-Rank Martial Artist could accomplish.

The freshmen did not dare hesitate and immediately began moving, searching for their positions.

Qin Yan quickly found his spot and stood in place.

He looked to either side and saw two of his three Martial Artist roommates beside him.

When they sensed Qin Yan's gaze, they merely glanced at him indifferently, their eyes carrying the natural sense of superiority belonging to Martial Artists.

They then looked away and began speaking to each other in low voices, clearly excluding Qin Yan.

Qin Yan did not care. He took the opportunity to carefully observe the entire field.

After a rough survey, he found that there were around a thousand new students in this year's Magic Capital cohort, eighty-seven of whom had reached the Martial Artist realm. Nearly all of them were ranked within the top hundred.

Quite a few students whose numbers ranked below his had also reached the Martial Artist realm during that summer break.