42: Father and Son

“Then is there any way for us humans to communicate with other races?”

Song Yusheng nodded, “Yes. The Alliance discovered a long time ago that almost all races in the Myriad Worlds use a universal language. Our human powerhouses gradually deciphered this language through Mental Energy communication.

The specific learning method for this language is available on the school’s official website. Additionally, the school will have specialized universal language teachers to teach you.

Actually, this language is rarely required to be mastered before you reach Tier 4, because your current Mental Energy is limited, making it relatively difficult to learn and memorize. Once you reach the middle three tiers and begin to Cultivate Mental Energy, you will naturally learn it much faster.”

Next, Song Yusheng discussed some information about the Space Battlefield and answered many questions.

“Your next goal is simple: Cultivate diligently! Before Tier 3, you basically won’t go to the Space Battlefield. Focusing on Cultivating is what you should be doing at this stage.

The courses the school has arranged for you are not many. Freshman Class One is also considered a class composed of the strongest freshmen, and your Cultivation basically has dedicated teachers providing targeted guidance.

However, I still want to remind you that the upcoming semester is also a time for you to fully Cultivate. Around the end of the semester, the specific date is yet to be determined, the Alliance will organize a Blue Star Youth Martial Dao Ranking Competition, open to all Martial Artists, including civilian Martial Artists and military Martial Artists.

Of course, it’s not just Chinese people who will participate; Martial Artists from all over the world will participate.”

“The age limit is under 20, and you all happen to meet the age requirement.”

As he finished speaking, the crowd below the stage became a bit noisy.

“Youth Martial Dao Ranking Competition? Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

“Yeah! Before, I only heard of things like Martial Arts University Freshman Competitions and exchange competitions. What is a ranking competition?”

“And the age is limited to under 20, but we just became adults. Doesn’t that mean we’ve Cultivated two years less than others?”

“What a pity, I wanted to participate, but looking at it this way, our chances are slim!”

“Your chances are slim, but theirs…” The speaker pursed his lips, looking at Chen Qing and the others sitting in the front row.

Chen Qing was still thinking about the Space Battlefield at the moment and didn’t pay any attention to this Martial Dao Ranking Competition.

In Chen Qing’s opinion, any ranking competition was just some big shots being idle and wanting to see how the little shrimps below were growing.

It was entirely about playing monkeys for them to watch, and Chen Qing wasn’t very interested.

Unless there were generous rewards.

He was more interested in the Space Battlefield; conquering the stars was his goal.

The others were similar. Everyone was here to Cultivate and seek to become stronger, not to be played with like monkeys, and they didn’t want to waste time on such things.

“Chen Qing, when are we going to visit the Space Battlefield?” Fu Mingyu asked quietly.

“We can go, but we still need to prepare well and gather more information!”

“If you’re going, take me with you!” Li Cunxu said seriously.

On the podium.

Song Yusheng had a headache. This Freshman Class One was his class, and these few in the front were the elites of the class. They absolutely had to participate!

The Alliance high-level was mainly composed of the strongest Chinese people, but this ranking competition was proposed by those non-Chinese, clearly intending to show off.

The higher-ups would never want to see no Chinese among the top few in the ranking competition.

No, wait!

Why would I think that these few people could take the lead?

These few are just freshmen!

And they are all about two years away from 20 years old. How can they compete with those who are exactly 20 years old?

Song Yusheng shook his head. He probably hadn’t slept well lately. Maybe he should find some time to listen to a song and relax?

...After the class ended, everyone returned to their respective dorms.

After today’s battle, everyone needed some time to digest and consolidate their gains.

Moreover, having successfully challenged the Top 200 ranking, everyone also gained a lot of academic credits, which was a huge income for them!

They had to quickly convert their academic credits into Cultivation resources and turn them into their own strength.

Chen Qing had the biggest gains this time.

His collaboration with Zhu Yulin in opening a betting pool yielded huge returns, bringing in a total of 1120 academic credits and 9.84 million Alliance coins. In addition, the 200 academic credits awarded by the school for successfully defeating two students on the Top 200 ranking had already been transferred to his account.

At this moment, he possessed a vast sum of 1320 academic credits and 9.84 million Alliance coins.

“Wow, making money isn’t that hard after all! Did my dad earn this much money in his entire life?”

He suspected that if he put these in front of his dad, his dad’s jaw would drop to the floor for three days and three nights in shock!

Chen Qing thought for a moment and realized that his dad’s old injuries from years of fighting also needed treatment, so he pulled out his phone.

Academic credits couldn’t be transferred, so he transferred 9 million of the 9.84 million Alliance coins to his dad, keeping 840,000 for himself... In a military tent somewhere in the Space Battlefield.

Chen Youzhong, dressed in military uniform, chuckled as he held a bowl of zhajiangmian and found an empty spot to sit down.

As he sat, he tried to avoid putting too much weight on his waist.

Beside him, a burly man laughed, “Old Chen, why are you still eating zhajiangmian? Eat some Yao Beast meat! Haven’t you had enough zhajiangmian when you went back these past few years?”

“You don’t know anything! Zhajiangmian is best made by the chefs on the front lines. The noodles from the rear don’t have this kind of springiness!”

Another soldier teased, “Old Chen, I heard you have a good son who got into a Martial Arts University?”

Chen Youzhong immediately perked up when he heard him mention this; the noodles in his hand no longer seemed appealing.

“Hehe, my son not only got into a Martial Arts University, but he also got into Jinling Martial Arts University, which is the number one in the entire Alliance!”

“Number one? Isn’t Kyoto Martial Arts University number one?”

“Hmph! That’s old news now, Jinling is number one!”

The man chuckled, “Old Chen, it’s not because of your son’s arrival that Jinling became number one, is it?”

Chen Youzhong’s old face flushed slightly, and he waved his hand, “Get out of here! Just wait, my son might become your superior someday! You’ll have to respectfully call him ‘Officer’!”

“Oh, then I’ll be waiting! Old Chen, you’ll have to guide me a lot then, so I can also get an official position when I’m old!”

Chen Youzhong immediately agreed, promising him a regimental commander position.

“Youzhong, a few of us old brothers discussed it and decided to send less money home, pool some together, and get your waist injury treated.”

Soldiers’ salaries were not high; the majority had to be used for Cultivation, and a small portion was sent home to supplement household expenses.

Chen Youzhong’s waist injury had been bothering him for many years, and treatment required expensive Medicinal Pills.

“No need, I can handle it. After a few more battles, I might be able to save enough money.”

The burly man beside him laughed, “A few more battles? If this continues, you might die next time! Besides, don’t we know that you send your money to your son for his Cultivation?”

Chen Youzhong’s old face turned red, a bit embarrassed.

“Don’t refuse. We’ve already thought it through. If you hadn’t come back, then perhaps we brothers wouldn’t have lived longer than you, and we definitely wouldn’t treat your injury. But since you’re back, it definitely needs to be treated!”

Chen Youzhong was silent for a long while, then sighed softly and nodded in agreement.

He couldn’t die too quickly; he had to at least bear some of his son’s Cultivation resources.

As the few of them talked, Chen Youzhong’s phone rang.

Chen Youzhong saw that it was a message from his son and immediately said, “You guys eat first, I have something to go out for.”

Walking out of the tent, Chen Youzhong breathed onto the screen, wiped his phone screen with a relatively clean part of his military uniform, and unlocked it.

The message was from Chen Qing via VV, with just a few words: “Dad, check the bill!”

Chen Youzhong subconsciously clicked on the bill information and found that there was an additional 9 million Alliance coins!

He wasn’t very good at operating his phone, so he quickly sent a voice message: “Son, where did you get so much money? Keep it for yourself!”

In the chat box, a voice message quickly came: “It’s a reward from my teacher, Dad. Use this to treat your waist injury! I have countless resources here, I’m not lacking!”

Below, a grinning emoji immediately followed.

Chen Youzhong looked at his phone screen, his nose suddenly feeling a little sore.

He looked up at the endless starry sky, trying to make his tears flow back into his eyes.

He grinned and muttered, “The wind is strong today, it’s a bit irritating to the eyes.”

After a moment, he turned and returned to the tent, laughing loudly, “Old brothers, I won’t borrow money from you anymore!”