31: People from the martial arts arena

“Senior Brother, should we inform Great Master? He’s locked himself in the secret room again and didn’t bring his phone,” Yan Ling asked.

“Not yet, I think. He just saw Chen Qing yesterday, and with Great Master’s insight, he’ll naturally be fully aware of Chen Qing’s situation. This is still at school, so nothing serious can really happen to Chen Qing.”

Tong Zhe shook his head, feeling that such a small matter didn’t warrant disturbing Great Master’s research. He then turned with a displeased expression to Gu Dao: “Gu Dao, why are you here joining the fun again? I only came because I happened to be busy and overheard people talking. Weren’t you Cultivating? How did you know?”

Just a few days ago, this guy said he was going back to Cultivate properly. It’s only been a few days, and he’s out messing around again.

Gu Dao was a bit embarrassed and whispered: “By chance, by chance. A classmate called and told me. As soon as I heard it was Junior Brother, I came to see.”

“Hehe, lazybones!” Yan Ling smiled mischievously, not missing any opportunity to retort to Gu Dao.

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“Oh, Chen Qing, with what you’ve done, quite a lot of people have shown up,” Zhu Yulin and the others had already arrived by the central arena and were chatting with Chen Qing.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Do Martial Artists have to hide after Cultivating? Not daring to show anything to anyone?” Fu Mingyu said disdainfully.

Li Qingshan, who was beside him, patted Fu Mingyu’s shoulder upon hearing this: “You may be a bit foolish, but you’re quite to my liking. That’s right, there’s nothing for a Martial Artist to hide. Only certain shady characters hide themselves all day, thinking of ambushing others.”

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently flicked towards Zhu Yulin.

Zhu Yulin didn't even look at him, letting him say whatever he wanted.

Fu Mingyu, however, slapped Li Qingshan’s hand away and said speechlessly: “You’re the damn fool, your whole Family is full of fools!”

How strange. This Li Qingshan is inexplicable. He only met him once in the cafeteria last time. Are they that familiar? Why does he always like to call people fools?

Such poor manners!

“Who are all these people? Fu Mingyu, when did you make so many friends from the upper Ranks?” Zhao Yuanyue was puzzled. Who were these two people? They seemed very familiar with her and her friends. That slightly plump Zhu Yulin had actually called out her and Tang Wu’s names just now. How did he know them?

And that girl next to him, wasn’t she the sophomore girl who just spoke up for Chen Qing? An old flame?

Zhao Yuanyue glanced at Wang Xiaomin. Although this girl was a sophomore, she seemed to be a non-Martial Artist, right? What was she doing here?

Wang Xiaomin's sixth sense as a woman was truly extraordinary; if there were Ranks, it would definitely be SSSSS.

She immediately noticed Zhao Yuanyue's gaze, glanced at Zhao Yuanyue's ample chest, snorted coldly, and turned her head away.

Inexplicable.

This thought simultaneously flashed through the minds of both girls.

Fu Mingyu waved his hand: “They’re not my friends! I don’t even know them. I’ve only met them once or twice. Who knows how they ended up here.”

Chen Qing smiled. These guys really were all single-minded Martial Artists, and their emotional intelligence still needed improvement. He estimated that if they didn’t see each other for a while, they’d forget who each other was again.

But only these few oddballs dared to stand by his side at a time like this.

He looked at Zhu Yulin and said with a smile: “It’s fine, Senior Brother Zhu, let’s split the money! I’m about to challenge the second-year Senior Brother, so I need to pay the fee!”

As he spoke, he even patted his pocket, indicating it was empty.

Beside him, Fu Mingyu was also a little excited; he had also bet 10 credits!

Zhu Yulin didn’t refuse and quickly took out his phone to open the bill.

“Haha, quite a few people bet on these two matches, but very few bet on you! I earned a full 1400 credits! Plus 12.3 million federal currency. I’ve already settled with everyone else who bet on you to win, except for Fu Mingyu.” Saying that, he transferred 18 credits to Fu Mingyu.

“The rest we’ll split 80/20. I won’t cheat you this time; what was agreed upon, 80/20, is 80/20. You take 1120 credits, plus 9.84 million federal currency.”

Beside them, several people’s eyes went wide, especially the first-year students.

“Holy crap! You two made a fortune this time! How did so many people bet? Is everyone that rich?” Fu Mingyu swallowed, looking at the 18 credits he received, suddenly feeling it wasn't so great.

These two, especially Chen Qing, directly took 1120 credits. This was simply a huge sum!

If he had that many credits, he could eat a jin of Earth Dragon meat and throw away another jin at the cafeteria every day!

“Zhu, Zhu Yulin, are you sure you didn’t miscalculate? How did you earn so much by opening the market this time? In the past, you often didn’t earn much,” Li Qingshan stammered.

“Hehe, this time it’s mainly because everyone didn’t understand Chen Qing’s true situation, and it’s been a while since I opened the market, so everyone was itching for it. It’s essentially profiting from an information gap. It won’t be so easy to earn next time; everyone will understand Chen Qing’s general situation and won’t dare to bet casually, so I’ll only be able to earn a little bit.”

Zhu Yulin chuckled. He earned nearly 300 credits without doing anything, and he also made a promising friend. His mood was exceptionally good.

“If we go up and fight later, can we still earn?” Even Tang Wu, who was usually indifferent and expressionless, couldn’t hold back now. Who wouldn’t want to earn more credits for Cultivation?

Before enrollment, almost all their resources were provided by their Families, but after enrollment, their Families wouldn't always provide them with resources.

No Great Family was foolish; none of them wanted to spend money to produce a Martial Artist with weak combat power.

So, upon seeing so many credits at this moment, they all felt a bit overwhelmed and had an urge to rob someone.

Seeing that everyone was a little red-eyed, Chen Qing, without a change in expression, quickly put his phone into the storage pendant given by Great Master, unnoticed by anyone.

“Let’s not discuss these for now, Senior Brother Zhu, you’re well-informed. Do you know who those people sitting on the platform over there are?” Chen Qing’s gaze fell upon a distant viewing platform, where some middle-aged people had arrived, who should be teachers.

Zhu Yulin also glanced roughly in that direction and said with a smile: “They are mostly teachers from various departments of the school. I’m not entirely sure about the specifics, but I do recognize a few. The one who likes to wear red clothes, your Great Master’s rival, Yan Tianhao, Dean of the Fire Department, probably came specifically to see you. The beautiful woman next to him, Mu Linxi, Dean of the Wood Department, most likely had her attention drawn when the referee just sent Wang He to the Wood Department, so she also came to see you.”

“Hehe, you’re amazing, kid. Most people probably wouldn’t even get a glance from a Dean until graduation, but you’ve managed to attract the attention of two Deans on your first day of school! Chen Qing, seriously, do you have confidence in the upcoming fight? Don’t just be all talk.”

Everyone else also reacted and quickly looked at Chen Qing. They still didn't know how strong Chen Qing really was. He couldn't really just be going through the motions, could he?

“I don’t know myself. I don’t even know what the strength of those people on the sophomore Rank list is,” Chen Qing said after a moment of thought, “On the day of enrollment, the first thing I heard that made my blood boil was what Fu Mingyu said about taking down the sophomores in a month. I think it makes a lot of sense.”

“Among our current batch of first-years, I’ve looked at the Rank list, and there are many at the middle of the first Rank! To be honest, the information on these people was entered before school started. Are they really still only at the middle of the first Rank now? Even Fu Mingyu has advanced to the high of the first Rank, so are others just treading water?”

Beside him, Fu Mingyu’s face turned dark. What did “even Fu Mingyu has advanced to the high of the first Rank” mean?

What did that “even” mean?

Oh, did I advance to the high of the first Rank by eating your Family’s rice?

By the way, when did I tell this guy I advanced? Why don’t I remember?