145: Chapter 145 The Golden Legend!!

He turned his head to look, only to see Lin Yang, Zhao Bin, and especially Zhou Nan, all focusing their gazes on Qin Yan.

The expressions on their faces seemed frozen, carrying an undisguised shock and blankness.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys? Did seeing Brother Yan get you so excited that you've gone stupid?"

Zhou Yuan scratched his head in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

At this moment, Zhou Nan looked at Qin Yan, her beautiful eyes filled with extremely complex emotions.

There was shock, sudden realization, and also a hint of unspeakable loss.

She discovered that she completely could not see through Qin Yan's aura!

The Qin Yan standing before her was like a deep pool of water; the surface was calm and without ripples, yet it was bottomless.

It made her unable to perceive the true power hidden within.

Recalling Qin Yan's seemingly casual words during their communication a few days ago, she finally believed completely—Qin Yan hadn't been joking back then; he really had broken through to the realm of a Second-Rank Martial Artist!

Lin Yang and Zhao Bin similarly felt this clearly.

As martial artists, their perception of aura was far more acute than Zhou Yuan's.

On Qin Yan, they couldn't feel any blood qi fluctuations belonging to a First Grade Martial Artist.

There was only a restrained and profound feeling, as stable and heavy as a mountain.

This was clearly a manifestation that could only be possessed when one's realm was far higher than theirs and after reaching a certain level of control over one's own power!

Only Zhou Yuan, whose strength was the weakest and who was still lingering at the non-martial artist stage,

thought everyone looked unfathomable, so he didn't have any special feeling and still maintained a heartless, happy appearance.

Qin Yan took in everyone's reactions, and a hint of secret satisfaction couldn't help but rise in his heart.

When you find out tomorrow that I'm not just Second-Rank, but also an official competing member of Modu University of Martial Arts, I wonder what your expressions will be?

It wouldn't be interesting to say it now; it's better to leave some suspense and let them discover it themselves. That would be shocking enough.

Having made up his mind, Qin Yan decided to keep it a secret for now and maintain a sense of mystery.

But on the surface, he remained calm, only smiling lightly as he greeted everyone: "Let's go, the car is over there. I'll take you to the school to settle in first."

After a good while, Lin Yang was the first to snap out of it. He walked forward with envy and a bit of a sense of defeat.

He punched Qin Yan's shoulder: "Good grief, Qin Yan, did you fall into a pile of resources at Modu University of Martial Arts?

You really did break through to Second-Rank! This speed... even a rocket wouldn't be this fast!"

With the help of Jianghai Martial University's resources, he had fought tooth and nail just to break through to first grade.

Yet Qin Yan had already left him far behind. This gap made his mood complicated.

"It's alright, I had good luck and took a good mentor."

Qin Yan smiled modestly, gave a simple explanation, and said no more, leading the group toward the parking lot.

Qin Yan had driven here this time.

To make traveling easier, he had purchased a car with decent performance.

As the only girl, Zhou Nan naturally sat in the passenger seat.

Lin Yang, Zhao Bin, and Zhou Yuan squeezed into the back row.

The car drove smoothly out of the parking lot and merged into Modu's bustling traffic.

Sitting beside Qin Yan, Zhou Nan's gaze occasionally swept over his profile as he focused on driving.

During this meeting, she clearly felt that some profound change had occurred in Qin Yan.

The old Qin Yan, when facing friends like them, although he also behaved calmly and appropriately, neither humble nor arrogant,

she could vaguely feel that beneath that composure, there was still a hint of a young man's greenness and an unnoticeable restraint.

However, the current Qin Yan's restraint had completely disappeared, replaced by a steadiness and confidence that came from his very bones.

His eyes were brighter and more determined, and his every move carried a composed ease as if handling heavy matters with light effort.

Though his speech was still easygoing, it faintly carried an unquestionable confidence.

This change wasn't an intentional act but a natural transformation of temperament after his horizons had broadened.

Qin Yan didn't know that Zhou Nan's thoughts had already turned a hundred times during this short journey.

If he knew that Zhou Nan had analyzed so much just by observing, he probably wouldn't be able to help but remark: A girl's power of observation is truly terrifyingly detailed.

Soon, the vehicle arrived at the magnificent entrance of Modu University of Martial Arts.

"We're here."

The group got out of the car and looked up at the giant school gate that towered into the clouds, cast from a special alloy, shimmering with a cold metallic luster, and filled with modern technology and martial majesty.

They couldn't help but let out a cry of admiration.

"Whoa! This is too... too extravagant!"

Zhou Yuan's mouth hung open as he murmured.

Zhao Bin and Lin Yang looked with burning eyes at the large, gold-plated characters for "Modu Martial Arts University" on the school gate, which were written in a flamboyant style and contained a sharp sword intent.

Feeling the invisible pressure emanating from it, their respect for the top institution deepened.

Looking at his friends' shocked expressions, Qin Yan couldn't help but smile, as if seeing himself when he first arrived here a few months ago.

Hadn't he had the same reaction back then?

Then, Qin Yan took a ticket with a faint golden luster and a heavy texture from his pocket.

He handed it to Zhou Yuan: "Here, the ticket I promised you."

Zhou Yuan took the ticket; it felt slightly heavy in his hand. When he saw the ticket's dazzling gold color and the "Front Row" label on it,

he immediately cried out in surprise: "Holy crap! A Golden Legend!

Brother Yan, you're too amazing! You actually managed to get front-row tickets!"

Hearing this, the others also immediately gathered around, their gazes focusing on that golden ticket, their faces showing expressions of shock.

Tickets for the National University Exchange Competition were divided into three grades according to seating area and viewing experience: the Golden front-row tickets, which were the fewest in number, had the best position, and were said to allow one to feel the blood qi fluctuations on the field more clearly;

the Silver tickets, which were slightly more numerous and in a middle position;

and the Copper tickets, which were the most numerous and in the back.

Even the most basic Copper tickets were hard to find outside and were being scalped at astronomical prices!

Among the people present, only Zhou Nan, who had a good background and strength, had managed to get a Silver ticket.

Lin Yang and Zhao Bin had exhausted their efforts and could only get Copper tickets.

Looking at the golden ticket in Zhou Yuan's hand, Qin Yan was also slightly stunned.

He hadn't paid much attention to the grade of the tickets before, just thinking that the seats provided by the school should be decent; he didn't expect them to be the highest-grade Golden front-row tickets.

Seeing his friends' envious gazes, Qin Yan smiled.

He simply took out the remaining three tickets from his backpack and handed them over: "Since golden tickets are so good, then take all of these. I have no use for them anyway."

"Holy crap! Are the student benefits at Modu University of Martial Arts this good?! You can just casually take out four golden tickets?!"