Ye Wenjun froze. "Advisor Chen, this is..."
"Clearing out the warehouse." Chen Lin leaned back in his chair, lifted his teacup, and blew on it. "I picked up some scrap over the past three months. Keeping it takes up space, but throwing it away would be a waste. Didn't you just recruit over a million promising students? Take it and distribute it."
Ye Wenjun swallowed and extended a strand of divine sense into a Storage Bag beside his feet.
By now, Ye Wenjun had also broken through to Foundation Establishment.
His mind rang with a deafening buzz.
Thirty thousand gleaming Low-Grade Flying Swords, fifty thousand bottles of Qi Gathering Pills for Qi Refining cultivators, and heaps of Basic Fireball Talismans and Swift Movement Talismans.
With trembling hands, Ye Wenjun probed a second Storage Bag.
Ten thousand sets of Mid-Grade Magical Robe Inner Armor capable of withstanding armor-piercing shells head-on, and twenty thousand bottles of Essence-Enhancing Pills that even Foundation Establishment cultivators would covet.
There were hundreds of Storage Bags. Ye Wenjun felt as though his heart was about to stop.
How was any of this scrap? These supplies were enough to turn a third-rate country into a top sect of the Cultivation World!
"A-Advisor Chen." Ye Wenjun sprang to his feet, his voice dry. "These resources are staggering. They're enough to change our national fortune. The leadership has instructed that you may take your pick of every rare mineral deposit and specialized resource in the national reserves..."
"No need." Chen Lin cut him off, his tone level. "Train those students to within an inch of their lives. Settling that debt thirty years from now will be a little tiring if I'm the only one doing the killing."
Ye Wenjun drew a deep breath, stood at attention, and delivered an impeccably