Translator: CinderTL
"Old Zhu?"
Elder Bai, the silver-haired elder, nodded at the other man. "Speak freely."
The red-haired elder, Zhu Honglie, held a prominent position within Penglai University.
At his words, all eyes at the conference table turned toward him in unison.
Zhu Honglie, his face flushed with good health, chuckled. "It's nothing major."
"An old friend from White Dragon University introduced me to a rather special student," he explained slowly.
"White Dragon University?"
A ripple of surprise ran through the group.
Even Elder Bai, seated at the head of the table, couldn't help but show a flicker of interest.
White Dragon University was one of the Top Ten Elite Schools, and ranked among the highest within that elite group.
"However," Zhu Honglie continued, "the student only holds a Second-Tier Reserve Star Professional Position."
"Second-tier?" A collective pause hung in the air.
A Second-Tier Reserve Star Professional Position fell short of their requirements.
It wasn't that Penglai University looked down on Second-Tier Reserve Star Practitioners.
Rather, most students like this would be transferred to other schools within the twenty-five school alliance.
While competition existed among the twenty-five schools, they were ultimately part of the same alliance.
Penglai University, having taken the meat, always left some broth for the other universities.
Elder Bai shook his head. "Second-tier is out of the question. Let's wait until the College Entrance Examination."
The meeting was to discuss early recruitment, but second-tier students didn't qualify.
"Elder Bai, I haven't finished," the red-haired elder said with a smile. "This student is special—he possesses a Primitive innate talent."
"Moreover, according to my old friend, his progress has been astonishing."
"In just one year, he's improved by nearly 500 points," Zhu Honglie added.
The room erupted in murmurs of surprise.
Five hundred points in a year?
Even with Nascent Aptitude, such progress was exceedingly rare.
For a lower-tier Primitive talent, it was practically unheard of.
Finally, a flicker of interest crossed Elder Bai's face. "Old Zhu, do you have his records?"
Zhu Honglie nodded, smiling. "These were collected by my old friend."
With that, he activated his smartwatch.
Beep!
A holographic projection materialized on the table, displaying a confidential document.
Elder Bai quickly scanned the document.
"In just over a year, his score jumped from 206 to 690?"
"Primitive Nascent Aptitude, impoverished family?"
He swiftly grasped the key information.
After a moment, Elder Bai looked up. "We can offer him an early contract, provisionally a Grade C agreement."
"Grade C?" Zhu Honglie nodded slightly.
After all, it was just Primitive Aptitude.
And his most recent monthly exam score fell far short of Penglai University's standards.
Offering this contract early was already a significant show of sincerity.
Elder Bai continued, "If his College Entrance Examination score meets our requirements, we can upgrade the contract. You, make the arrangements immediately."
"Yes, sir."
The others at the table responded in unison.
Jiang Ye, of course, remained unaware of the developments at Penglai University.
At this moment, his life had returned to its usual calm.
Jiang Ye resumed his cultivation.
"Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist!"
He stood in a horse stance, his fists flashing through the air. His qi flowed through his meridians like a living entity, coursing through his entire body.
As his qi surged, a faint thunderous resonance emanated from his every pore.
Time passed, and his qi circulation grew increasingly refined.
At the front of the classroom, Cao Feng, the Martial Arts Teacher for Senior Class One, scanned the students before his gaze settled on Jiang Ye.
"Hmm?"
Cao Feng's eyes flickered with surprise as he observed Jiang Ye. "This kid has already achieved Major Success in the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist?"
To his knowledge, Jiang Ye had acquired this cultivation technique during the summer break after his second year of high school.
Now, just over half a year later, he had already reached Major Success?
This was a mid-grade yellow tier art technique!
"Heh," Cao Feng chuckled, shaking his head.
"It seems I truly misjudged him back then."
"If this kid had chosen a low-grade yellow tier Body Tempering Method, his innate talent would have been completely wasted," he mused inwardly.
As Cao Feng pondered these thoughts,
Jiang Ye slowly ceased his cultivation.
He opened his eyes, a subtle sharpness flashing through his gaze.
[Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist: Major Success (1% → 2%)]
Visible progress every day—this was Jiang Ye's greatest advantage.
"I need to reach Perfection before the College Entrance Examination," Jiang Ye set his goal.
The Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist, when combined with stellar energy, could unleash tremendous power. It was his most effective means of enhancing his combat prowess.
Once he achieved his first breakthrough, he planned to undertake the Cosmic Divine Path trial. This trial assessed combat strength rather than cultivation realm, making combat prowess enhancement crucial.
After all, no matter how many buffs he possessed, his fundamental attributes needed to keep pace.
"Jiang Ye," Cao Feng's voice broke through Jiang Ye's thoughts. "I'll demonstrate the Eight Trigrams Thunderclap Fist again. Watch closely."
"Yes, sir," Jiang Ye replied, immediately looking up.
The value of Martial Arts Class lay in the teacher's guidance. Only through continuous corrections and instruction could he achieve comprehensive improvement.
Time flowed by.
In the blink of an eye, it was four in the afternoon.
A sudden announcement boomed across the entire campus, echoing through every classroom:
"All faculty and students are to immediately assemble in Conference Hall 1."
"Repeating: All faculty and students are to immediately assemble in Conference Hall 1 for a school-wide assembly!"
The announcement repeated three times.
In Senior Class One, many students wore puzzled expressions.
It's not Monday. Why the sudden emergency assembly?
The more quick-witted among them turned to look at Jiang Ye.
They had already guessed that this school-wide mobilization was likely related to him.
"It's because of Jiang Ye, right?"
"It's almost five o'clock. Why call an emergency assembly at this hour?"
"Did they really need to rush this?"
Despite their grumbling, everyone quickly stood up and headed outside.
Jiang Ye followed the crowd out the door.
At that moment, a boy with a pointy head approached him. "Jiang Ye, I get the feeling you're different from before."
Jiang Ye glanced at him. "What's different?"
"You seem even more handsome than before," Li Zhichao said, staring at him.
"Whoa!" Jiang Ye gasped, sounding slightly alarmed. "Dude, maybe you should lay off the meds for a while. If this keeps up, I'm gonna get scared."
"..." Li Zhichao was speechless. "My sexual orientation is perfectly normal! But your aura has definitely changed a lot."
"I agree," Wang Zi'ang chimed in, stroking his chin. "You seem more mature than before."
"You're definitely more attractive now," Zhao Qingli added, her snow-white legs gleaming.
Even the aloof and beautiful class monitor was saying this?
Jiang Ye couldn't help but touch his own chin.
"It must be because my luck has improved," he mused. He remembered receiving a luck-related buff after defeating the Shadow Clan.
Increased luck also meant improved social connections.
So, the girls who had been swooning over him before weren't just attracted to his status.
Conference Hall 1.
This was the school's largest conference hall, capable of accommodating thousands of people.
When Jiang Ye arrived, most of the crowd had already gathered, their heads bobbing like a sea of faces.
But when he looked at the stage, his expression froze in shock.
"No wonder they called an emergency assembly," Jiang Ye murmured, his heart pounding as he stared at the stage.
(End of the Chapter)
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