54: Chen Qing's grand gesture

Prism's first high-level conference concluded with Perfection.

After Yang Chen gave Chen Qing a few more instructions, he prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he told Chen Qing to visit his research institute when he had time later, as there was something he needed to discuss.

Chen Qing was not in a hurry to ask about the specific matter; today's focus was still on the faction.

Everyone quickly cleaned up the entire venue together and hung the words "Prism" above the entrance.

The plaque was simple and ancient, with the words "Prism" appearing earthy yellow, symbolizing a new, nascent Yellow-rank faction, shining brightly.

This was a gift from the school.

That evening, Chen Qing led everyone to the cafeteria for a grand feast!

It was a truly grand feast!

Everyone sat together, looking at the dozens of delicacies on the table, feeling a bit dazed.

Fu Mingyu, however, completely ignored the dozens of dishes, his eyes fixed on one large dish in the center!

It was a large plate of braised meat.

This was not ordinary beef or other meat; it was an entire large plate of Spineback Dragon meat!

Just a few days ago, he had seen Chen Qing and Li Qingshan order Spineback Dragon meat, so he was extremely familiar with it.

The Spineback Dragon is a Yao Beast from a small Space Battlefield connected to Qi Ling Star, where the lowest-ranked Spineback Dragons are all 4th-tier!

One can imagine how precious Spineback Dragon meat was to them!

Spineback Dragon meat sold for as much as 10 academic credits per catty in the school cafeteria!

And that large plate in the middle contained at least 5 catties!

No, 10 catties!

100 academic credits!

Fu Mingyu's eyes turned green; even with his well-off family background, he rarely, if ever, had the chance to eat such pure Dragon meat!

This item was a type that was priceless in the outside world; if it appeared, it would have to be snatched up at an auction.

"Chen Qing, I was originally thinking that if you, this guy, established a faction, we would definitely have a hard time, but now I've changed my mind. You're a natural-born faction leader!

I won't say anything else; from now on, you, Chen Qing, are my brother. Whoever cuts you, I'll cut them!"

What a rich guy!

This definitely had to be eaten!

"No backbone!"

Beside them, Wang Xiaomin snorted, a bit disdainfully.

He sold himself for a plate of meat.

Zhu Yulin looked helplessly at his peer and introduced, "That plate of meat in the middle isn't common street food; it's Spineback Dragon meat! Dragon Clan are already rare on the Space Battlefield, and any race with Dragon blood is considered noble.

Consuming their flesh and blood might even be more beneficial for Cultivation than the Medicinal Pills you use for Cultivation!

This plate is worth 100 academic credits!"

Wang Xiaomin's eyes widened. Although she didn't know much about the Dragon Clan, nor did she fully understand the effect of Dragon flesh and blood on Cultivation, if you told her it was worth 100 academic credits, she was no longer sleepy.

"So if I eat this, can I Breakthrough the limits of a non-Martial Artist?"

Wu Cheng, the teacher from the referee team, smiled and nodded, "It has a certain effect. The Dragon Clan's talents are extremely strong; they are Innate, comparable to our human Intermediate Martial Artists. Although their progress isn't fast afterward, their upper limit is very high!

Some people have conducted similar experiments, hoping to strengthen the Innate talent of their descendants, sparing no expense to obtain Dragon meat.

Although the effect is not obvious, it does have a certain impact."

After an afternoon of communication among everyone at Prism's headquarters, the few people who originally couldn't come together were no longer unfamiliar with each other.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaomin also stopped being reserved and looked at Chen Qing expectantly.

Chen Qing smiled and said to everyone, "Today is Prism's first high-level dinner, and everyone here is a Martial Artist, very busy.

Perhaps it will be difficult to have such an opportunity to sit together and eat again in the future.

I, Chen Qing, am not a stingy person; I will definitely repay those who are good to me and support me.

Feel free to eat this Spineback Dragon meat, everyone, but in the future, I also hope you will help me build Prism together.

The conditions for faction promotion are strict, requiring the faction to have stronger members.

Subsequent member recruitment is necessary, and perhaps Prism will recruit some members even stronger than those present here in the future.

When that time comes, how should we conduct ourselves?"

Everyone's expressions gradually became serious. Chen Qing had given them Cultivation Techniques today and spent a lot of money to treat them, which made them no longer view this nascent faction as just a place to rest.

Now, hearing Chen Qing's words also made them alert.

Yes, it's impossible for Prism to only recruit people weaker than them; that's not realistic.

Once powerful members are recruited, how should they, as elders and high-level members, act?

Chen Qing scanned the room, and seeing everyone looking at him seriously, he continued:

"I hope that everyone present today can always be the backbone of Prism's future!"

Including Chen Qing and Wu Cheng, there were a total of 10 people present.

Apart from Chen Qing, the other 9 people had somewhat serious expressions upon hearing his words, looking at each other and feeling the surging fighting spirit between them.

Chen Qing looked at everyone's reactions and nodded in satisfaction.

Very good, this is the feeling I want!

You all need to work hard, otherwise, when Prism grows and becomes stronger in the future, who will manage it for me?

I can't possibly go and find new candidates again, can I?

After all, everyone present is already familiar, and the time they will spend together in the future will not be short; it's reassuring to use people one is familiar with.

Although it cost him 100 academic credits, which was quite painful, this expense was still very necessary; uniting people's hearts is the most crucial step in starting a faction!

Yan Ling's small face was flushed, her eyes shining.

Nothing else, she just felt that her Junior Brother was so amazing!

Although she couldn't quite articulate why he was amazing, didn't she see that even Teacher Wu Cheng had a serious and admiring expression?

Fu Mingyu and the others also stopped joking around, all understanding the sentiment behind Chen Qing's treat of Spineback Dragon meat.

He didn't want them to fall behind in the days to come!

"Chen Qing, don't worry. I'll be able to Breakthrough to the first-tier Peak soon. Once I Breakthrough, I'll continue to challenge the Top 200 ranking, honing my Martial Skills and Battle Intent!

And at the same time, make a name for our Prism!"

Li Cunxu was the first to speak, his eyes burning with Battle Intent.

What Chen Qing paid more attention to was that in his words, "our" was added before Prism!

Chen Qing was already starting to plan for Prism's third highest position.

With Li Cunxu speaking first, the others followed suit, expressing their determination.

Finally, it was Fu Mingyu's turn. Before he could speak, Chen Qing preempted him, "Lao Fu, you don't need to express your determination. You can't escape. You, Lao Fu, are Prism's person in life, and Prism's ghost in death."

Fu Mingyu paused for a moment, then grumbled, "Why?"

Chen Qing patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Lao Fu, didn't you just say I was your brother? An elder brother is like a father; by that reckoning, I'm your elder."

"Get lost!"

Fu Mingyu pushed his hand away, somewhat disgusted.

Seeing this guy get frustrated again, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

The atmosphere also became cheerful.

During this meal, everyone feasted heartily, chatted and laughed, shedding their aloof Martial Artist demeanor.

Fu Mingyu was also shameless enough to even snatch Dragon meat from Zhao Yuanyue, a girl, under the pretext that she was too "fat" and needed to lose weight!

Zhao Yuanyue was so angry she stomped her feet and got into a fight with him, while Tang Wu had to mediate, which made everyone laugh uncontrollably.

Especially the male compatriots, who all had a feast for their eyes.

After the merriment, everyone gradually returned to their dorms... Open area.

Inside the Qian Xiu Hui (Secluded Cultivation Society) building.

Vice President Yao Tianlun sat on a sofa, frowning slightly as he looked at the documents handed to him.

"Prism is recruiting tomorrow?"