51: Chapter 51 Didn't your mother teach you about first come, first served?

Lin Yuan left the Dean's office and headed toward the dormitory.

"Old Chu, what is Dean Mu's strength level? I feel like she is much stronger than Director Li," Lin Yuan asked in his mind.

"This little girl is not simple; she has the cultivation of the Ninth Order initial stage," Chu Yunfeng replied.

"Ninth Order? That strong---? That makes sense; otherwise, she couldn't possibly be the Dean of the Sacred Academy," Lin Yuan nodded.

"This girl is more than just Ninth Order; she isn't very old either, at most twenty-five or twenty-six."

"Huh? That monstrous--- Ninth Order at twenty-five or twenty-six? That's far more impressive than those so-called geniuses."

Lin Yuan was somewhat surprised. After all, Mu Qianqian didn't have a cheat system; achieving the Ninth Order at such a young age showed how powerful her talent was.

"Hehe--- It's alright. In the starry sky, this is just average, only a middle-tier talent," Chu Yunfeng commented indifferently.

Hearing this, Lin Yuan longed even more for the starry sky, but he understood the principle of staying grounded.

After tasting the food at Qing University's cafeteria, Lin Yuan returned to his dormitory. He heard some movement coming from the training room upstairs and knew Li Yuxuan was cultivating.

He went directly back to his room and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Today's tower climbing mission was complete, and the reward package had been distributed long ago. It was still sitting in the system space; he hadn't had time to check it.

With a thought, Lin Yuan directly opened the reward package.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the S-rank Martial Arts: Profound Crystal Spirit Armor!]

"A defensive Martial Art? That's great. I am currently lacking in both defensive and movement-based Martial Arts. I have the defensive one now; tomorrow I'll go to the Martial Arts Hall to look for a movement-based Martial Art."

Lin Yuan was satisfied. He circulated his breathing technique and began cultivating.

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The next morning, Lin Yuan finished his cultivation, took a shower in the bathroom, and then put on the S-rank battle suit underneath.

The S-rank battle suit was very close-fitting, somewhat resembling yoga wear. Made of black silk-like fabric, it felt like nothing when worn, and the gold-threaded patterns further accentuated his fit physique.

Lin Yuan put on a white casual outfit over the battle suit and left. He needed to find Teacher Han this morning to forge a weapon for him.

Following the road signs, Lin Yuan quickly arrived at the forging workshop. The workshop was large, somewhat resembling a factory run by the school. From afar, he could hear the clanging sounds of forging coming from inside.

Lin Yuan walked straight in. The interior of the workshop presented a bustling scene of intense work. Some teachers were leading students in practicing forging techniques.

Some other students were swinging forging hammers, skillfully crafting low-tier weapons.

"Hello, fellow student. Are you here to forge a weapon?"

Just as Lin Yuan was surveying the situation inside the workshop, a clear female voice sounded.

Lin Yuan turned his head to see a Delicate standing to the side, looking at him with a smile.

"Yes, I'm here to find Teacher Han. I want him to forge a weapon for me," Lin Yuan nodded.

"Teacher Han? You've come at the perfect time; Teacher Han isn't busy right now. I'll take you over," the Delicate girl pointed into the distance.

"Thank you, Senior Sister," Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

Under the Delicate girl's guidance, the two passed through several work areas. Along the way, Lin Yuan saw forging furnaces, various auxiliary equipment, and busy staff members.

"Senior Sister, why is our academy's workshop so busy?" Lin Yuan asked, puzzled.

"Hehe--- Junior Brother must be a New Student, right? Qing University not only offers forging classes but also undertakes a large number of military orders, responsible for crafting weapons and armor for the military," the Delicate girl explained with a slight smile.

"I see."

Lin Yuan nodded. The equipment consumption on the front lines fighting fierce beasts must be considerable.

Lin Yuan yearned for the front lines; that was where countless ability points were located.

"When my strength is sufficient, I must join the military and fight on the front lines to collect more ability points," Lin Yuan decided secretly.

Before long, the two arrived at a relatively quiet area. There was an independent forging room here containing only one set of forging equipment; it seemed to be Teacher Han's private forging room.

At that moment, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man was standing in front of the forging platform, tidying up tools like forging hammers, preparing to start work.

"Teacher Han, this Junior Brother is here to ask you to forge a weapon," the Delicate girl said to Teacher Han.

Teacher Han looked up and saw Lin Yuan's young and handsome face, with a slightly thin body, and shook his head slightly.

"Kid, you're a New Student, right? Who told you to come find me?" A rough voice rang out, and Teacher Han spoke with a slight hint of disdain.

In his eyes, only students who were large, robust, and full of strength were ones he liked; only those large frames could swing a heavy hammer.

He didn't particularly like a pretty boy like Lin Yuan.

Hearing this, Lin Yuan frowned and directly took out the S-rank metal from his storage space.

"Teacher Han, the Dean told me to come find you to forge a weapon for me," Lin Yuan said calmly.

"The Dean?"

Han Bei was slightly stunned. Then he glanced at the S-rank metal again, feeling even more displeased.

"Hmph! So he's a second-generation rich kid. Being able to produce S-rank metal means his family must be quite powerful. He even managed to get the Dean involved to pull strings."

Han Bei sneered inwardly but still took the metal.

"Go swipe your student card. You can owe the labor fee and other material costs for now. Remember to pay it back when you have academic credits later," Han Bei said coldly.

Then, Han Bei took the metal and walked toward the forging furnace, preparing to smelt it.

Just then, five students suddenly entered the doorway. Judging by their slightly mature faces, they should be sophomores or juniors.

The leading person was tall and burly, clearly a strength-type fighter. As soon as he entered the door, he started yelling.

"Teacher Han, haha---we're back! We collected quite a few fierce beast materials this time, and we even dug up some A-rank metal. Please forge another great axe for me; the previous one was a bit too light and awkward to use. You can keep the remaining materials for your students to practice with."

Hearing this, Han Bei turned around in pleasant surprise and looked at the burly youth at the door.

"Haha---it's Wen Mang! You're back, kid. Looks like you had a great haul this time!" Han Bei laughed heartily and said, casually placing Lin Yuan's metal on a nearby table before enthusiastically walking toward Wen Mang.

"Brother Mang, there's someone here. He looks unfamiliar; is he a New Student?" A youth behind Wen Mang pointed at Lin Yuan and said.

Wen Mang heard this and also looked at Lin Yuan: young, tender, and easy to bully---

That was Wen Mang's first impression of Lin Yuan, little knowing he would pay a painful price for this thought.

"Kid, I'm getting forged first; you wait behind me," Wen Mang said arrogantly, holding his head high and looking at Lin Yuan through his nostrils.

He then handed the metal and other materials in his hand to Han Bei, who directly accepted them and was about to turn around to smelt them.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan was so angry he laughed. This Han Bei had looked down on him since he walked in, and now another conceited idiot showed up, actually trying to cut in line.

What angered him most was that this person surnamed Han was actually going to forge for him first.

Did he really think Lin Yuan was a mild-mannered youth? Did he really treat him like a soft persimmon that anyone could pinch a couple of times?

Han Bei was a teacher, so Lin Yuan didn't want to stoop to his level, but this illiterate named Wen Mang, Lin Yuan wouldn't indulge him.

"Kid, what are you laughing at? Got a problem?" Wen Mang barked fiercely, trying to intimidate Lin Yuan.

"Hehe--- What am I laughing at? I'm laughing at your lack of manners. Didn't your mother teach you about first come, first served?!" Lin Yuan sneered coldly, his eyes instantly turning icy, and he shouted sternly...