Unlike what one might have imagined, Ma Mingyu was in remarkably good shape. He was positively glowing, looking better than he had during class.
"Although his hidden injuries can't be completely cured, it wouldn't be difficult to treat them further with the combined resources of all Pengcheng."
Sun Wenbin simply smiled and explained.
Xu Ziming couldn't help frowning at that.
Perhaps noticing Xu Ziming's confusion, Ma Mingyu spoke again.
"His injuries were once so severe that he nearly died. The country spent a great deal of resources to save his life, but he was left with some hidden injuries. I didn't want to waste any more of the country's resources, so I simply left the military."
So that was it. No wonder the country hadn't cured an ailment that even Pengcheng could treat. It was simply because Teacher Ma hadn't wanted to waste the country's resources and had left on his own.
"Last night's plan is on hold for now. Get some rest for a couple of days, and then I'll take you to put it into action."
Ma Mingyu looked at Xu Ziming and pointed at his wristband.
A small group had already been created on the wristband. It was called the Pengcheng No. 3 High School Three Illusory Gods.
What kind of ridiculous name was that? If you asked me, Ma Mingyu was a real old prankster.
"Since Teacher Ma is here too, why don't we talk about whether Xu Ziming is willing to accept sponsorship from Nebula Martial Hall?"
In just a few minutes, Fang Xingyun had actually drawn up a contract.
The terms offered in the contract were extremely generous. It could even be said to cover every expense Xu Ziming would incur in his cultivation from then on.
At the very top of a neat sheet of white paper was a large gold S.
"An S-Class Contract. You really are willing to splurge."
Seeing the paper, Ma Mingyu couldn't help laughing.
Only Ma Mingyu, Xu Ziming, and Fang Xingyun remained in the hospital room. Sun Wenbin had just received a call and gone out to work.
So only the three of them could see this S-Class Contract.
The master of Pengcheng's strongest martial arts hall had personally offered him the highest-tier S-Class Contract. Xu Ziming couldn't possibly treat it with indifference.
He took the contract, and a dense mass of writing filled his vision. After only a couple of glances, Xu Ziming felt that he truly had been far too sheltered from the world!
The contract had five clauses.
Clause One: From the date the contract was signed, 10 million Blue Star Coins would be deposited into Xu Ziming's account each year as a financial reward.
Clause Two: Xu Ziming could choose and claim one vacant villa in any villa community in Pengcheng City.
Clause Three: Nebula Martial Hall would provide Xu Ziming with two Martial Dao Spirit Items of the second Life Evolution level each year and help him fulfill all the requirements for a second Life Evolution.
Clause Four: As an S-Class signatory, Xu Ziming could choose a core cultivation technique from the hall to practice, free of charge.
Clause Five: All the training facilities in the hall would be free to use at any time.
Signing condition: Ongoing assessment. The decision to sign would be made entirely by Fang Xingyun, master of Nebula Martial Hall.
"As you can see, only I can personally propose an S-Class Contract from Nebula Martial Hall. If you're interested, sign your name now, and the 10 million Blue Star Coins will be in your account within ten minutes."
It was incredibly generous. People said Martial Way cultivation depended on wealth, companions, a place to train, and methods. Nebula Martial Hall provided almost everything except companions, and every offer was deeply moving.
At this point, Xu Ziming wasn't sure how to decide. Instead, he looked toward Ma Mingyu behind him.
"It's all right. This kind of thing is for you to decide. Senior Fang certainly won't take advantage of you."
Ma Mingyu understood what Xu Ziming meant, and those words immediately put his mind at ease.
Since he wouldn't be taken advantage of, then the only thing he needed to consider was...
"Senior Fang, may I ask what I would need to do for the hall?"
Hearing this, Fang Xingyun looked as though he'd expected the question. "I knew you'd ask me that."
"There are no other requirements, just three small ones."
First: Get into one of the Five Great Spirit Academies or somewhere better, and promote our hall after the College Entrance Exam.
Second: No matter when it happens in the future, if the hall is in trouble, you'll need to come back and help.
Third: You'll be obligated to help the hall with two tasks within your abilities each year.
"That's all. There are no other requirements."
The freedom and terms on offer were undeniably generous. Other than two obligatory tasks a year, there were practically no requirements at all.
"Very well. Thank you for recognizing my potential, Master Fang. I'll sign the contract now." With that, Xu Ziming took the pen clipped to the contract and firmly signed his name at the bottom.
"Excellent, excellent. The money will be in your account within ten minutes. As for Martial Dao Spirit Items, just tell me what you need. Anything I can get my hands on is yours."
"As for the house, I'll send you a list of vacant villas near the city center tonight. Pick one yourself."
After saying this, Fang Xingyun put away the contract and stood up to leave.
"You should go too. Head back and get some rest. You just used that kind of power. It couldn't have felt good, could it?"
Not long after Fang Xingyun left, Ma Mingyu spoke in a voice only Xu Ziming could hear.
Xu Ziming wasn't dull. He naturally understood what Ma Mingyu meant by that power.
But he wasn't about to say he was completely fine and could even use it again in a little while.
"Then I'll be off, Teacher." Following Ma Mingyu's suggestion, Xu Ziming stood up, bowed, and headed out.
It was already past seven in the morning. The rising sun had long since pierced the rosy clouds, and the drizzle that had lingered all night had finally stopped.
The city center was indeed bustling. It was nothing like the area where Xu Ziming lived.
As soon as he stepped outside, he could see all kinds of high-rises. Their facades were covered with sleek, futuristic signs, and even the prices were beyond anything he'd once dared imagine.
"'100-Day Gaokao Martial Arts Fast-Track Class' enrollment special! For students about to take the College Entrance Exam. Tuition: 38,888 yuan until the exam. One-on-one guidance from a first Life Evolution Martial Artist. We guarantee improvements in your child's practical combat results and Life Energy Level!"
"'Marriage Certificate Examination Training Class.' For young couples who don't qualify for a marriage certificate. Full-stage guidance for 88,888 yuan, guaranteeing success in the marriage certificate examination, plus 20 lessons on birth certificates."
"A good undergraduate college is no worse than a junior college! Pengcheng's top enrollment agency. Teacher Zhang Xuefeng will provide one-on-one guidance on applying to a Martial Arts Junior College. It's the trend of the next ten years—an in-depth analysis."
All kinds of shops and training classes lined the streets. Within a single Pengcheng, the city center and the outer districts were clearly like two different worlds.
Farther away stood a stadium that soared into the clouds. That was where the Pengcheng High School Martial Arts Tournament was held.
"Whoa, Xu Ziming! I only looked away for a day, and you've already done something huge. That's incredible!"
Ding, ding, ding. A message suddenly came through on Xu Ziming's wristband. It was from the Pengcheng No. 3 High School Three Illusory Gods group.