232: Chapter 232 Everyone Cultivates, Everyone Can Become a Dragon

Tao Zhe brought back Zhang Dabiao's file, and Su Mingyuan opened it and scanned through it.

He knew most of the contents—he had originally reviewed the records of the Longyan Squad. Zhang Dabiao enlisted at sixteen, spent fifteen years in the special forces, and received one First-Class Merit, two Second-Class Merits, and two Third-Class Merits.

He flipped to the newly added section at the back.

Mecha Unit Service Record:

Extremely strong control intuition, highest nerve synchronization rate in the squad, highest comprehensive score in three consecutive assessments, executed two suppression missions in the Zerg World, once moved the Statue of Liberty back to Daxia, with zero piloting error records.

Su Mingyuan looked at the words "extremely strong control intuition".

Now he knew what this "intuition" was—an Acupoints node response speed of 88 points.

Zhang Dabiao's body was naturally half a beat faster than others. This half-beat gap manifested as talent when piloting a mecha, and it was equally a talent when it came to cultivation.

He closed the file.

"Notify Zhang Dabiao to come see me tomorrow."

"Understood."

By evening, the second day of testing was coming to an end.

Over three hundred thousand people had all been tested.

On the large screen in the data summary room, the final results froze.

Total Number Tested: 327,641 people.

E-Class: 178,902 people, 54.6%.

D-Class: 118,016 people, 36.01%.

C-Class: 22,478 people, 6.86%.

B-Class: 6,873 people, 2.09%.

A-Class: 1,356 people, 0.04%.

S-Class: 16 people, 0.005%.

SS-Class: 0.

SSS-Class: 0.

Su Mingyuan stood in front of the large screen, his gaze lingering on the last two rows.

SS, zero.

SSS, zero.

From a pool of over three hundred thousand people, not a single SS-class Genius was fished out.

Just as Zhou Peide had said—SS-classes were extremely rare even among elite samples, and three hundred thousand was not enough.

To dig out SS and SSS, they had to wait for the improved detector and roll it out nationwide.

They had to wait for those two weeks to pass.

"Send this data to Professor Zhou," Su Mingyuan said to Tao Zhe, "and tell him that the complete results of over three hundred thousand people can be used to calibrate the calibration model of the improved version."

"Understood."

Tao Zhe turned around and went out to send the data.

Su Mingyuan did not leave. He stood in front of the large screen for a while longer, looking over the uneven bars on the bar chart twice.

Combining E-class and D-class, there were over 296,000 people, accounting for ninety percent of the total population.

The remaining Root Bones from C-class to S-class numbered around 30,000 people.

Thinking of this, he took a photo of the screen with his mobile phone, sent it to the Yaowu World Forward Base Construction Work Management Group, and attached a line of text:

Meeting at nine tonight in the second-floor conference room of the Command Center.

Exactly nine o'clock.

There were not many people attending the meeting—Tao Zhe, Zhou Peide via remote video, Chief Lao Song of the military medical group, Director Jianguo Ma of the logistics department, and Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the garrison Liu Guangping.

Six people, one long table.

Su Mingyuan didn't waste words and directly projected Tianheng's analysis report onto the projection screen.

There was only one topic: out of the 320,000 people, who would Cultivate Cultivation Techniques, and who would not Cultivate them.

Tianheng's conclusion was very crisp.

E-class and D-class, totaling 276,918 people, would not be included in the active cultivation plan at the current stage.

The original words in the report were "the Spiritual Qi conversion efficiency is lower than the observable threshold, and the Meridians' response to Spiritual Qi pulses does not possess the conditions for sustainable accumulation."

Tao Zhe translated this sentence into human language: "In other words, even if these more than 270,000 people soak in Spiritual Qi to practice every day at the current stage, they won't achieve anything even if they practice until retirement."

Liu Guangping frowned slightly: "We are all the people's soldiers, yet cultivation is not our turn—isn't this unfair?"

Su Mingyuan was silent for a second.

"Fairness can be discussed later," he said, "The Spiritual Qi environment has a passive buff for everyone, and the physical fitness of E-class and D-class is improving just the same, only slower, and it cannot reach the threshold of a Martial Artist."

He paused.

"Besides, patrolling, guarding, infrastructure, logistics, transportation—someone has to prop up these messes."

His tone was plain, as if he were talking about the most ordinary thing in the world.

No one retorted.

The topic quickly turned to the remaining thirty-odd thousand people.

"All Cultivate," Su Mingyuan said.

Liu Guangping turned his head to look at him.

"Over thirty thousand people, all Cultivate?"

"All of them. Furthermore, they are completely off-duty—C-class and above will not hold any concurrent positions starting today, and will focus exclusively on cultivation."

Liu Guangping was stunned for a moment.

"Completely off-duty? How will the vacancy be filled?"

"E-class and D-class will step up," Su Mingyuan said, his tone unhurried, as if he had calculated it long ago, "They have enough manpower and can take over right away. Furthermore, the Main World is still continuously supplementing manpower for the Fourth World."

Su Mingyuan stood up and walked to the front of the projection screen, enlarging Tianheng's classification table.

"C-class is the Foundation, with over twenty thousand people. Most ordinary Martial Artists in Cang City are at this level. If they can Cultivate it out, there is no reason our people can't—especially since we have Cultivation Techniques optimized by Tianheng, and our starting line is different."

His finger moved to B-class.

"B-class Root Bone. Spiritual Qi conduction efficiency is one step higher than C-class, and the cultivation speed is significantly faster. Given enough resources, this batch of people should be able to produce First-Order Martial Artists within half a year."

Moving further up.

"There are over 1,300 people in A-class and 16 people in S-class. These two levels are the top talents, to be cultivated with priority and grouped separately."

"What about the Cultivation Techniques? Do we need to sign a confidentiality agreement?"

"No need." Tao Zhe stood up from his chair and took over the conversation.

"The Cultivation Techniques themselves are not a secret," Tao Zhe said, "Group Leader Su's meaning is—not hiding them."

Liu Guangping didn't quite understand: "Not hiding them?"

Su Mingyuan turned around and faced the long table.

"Old Liu, think about the nine-year compulsory education."

The conference room fell silent for two seconds.

Su Mingyuan continued speaking, his voice not loud, but every word was very clear.

"Before 1986, studying was a matter for a minority of people. Later, the country said, no, all children must study, and not studying is illegal. Why? Because education is the Foundation of national strength, not anyone's privilege."

He swept his gaze across the longest bar on the screen—E-class, over 178,000 people.

"When it comes to cultivation, it currently looks like talent decides everything. E-class and D-class can't Cultivate any tricks out of it, and only C-class and above have a threshold—but that's only for now."

He paused, withdrew his gaze from the screen, and looked at everyone present.

"I know that regarding the question Lao Liu just asked, you might all be thinking in your hearts—with 290,000 people drawn outside the line, does this count as leaving people behind?"

No one answered.

Su Mingyuan's voice was calm, but it held down the entire room.

"I'll make myself clear. Daxia has never had any intention of abandoning a single compatriot."

"Letting 30,000 people Cultivate first today is not because other people are unimportant, but because Yao Beasts won't wait for us to be ready before coming. The frontline needs combat power, and I can only push the people who can produce results the fastest up front first."

"But the goal has never been to separate 30,000 people from 290,000 people. Letting 30,000 people sit at the table first is to buy time for the rest of the people. When this table is big enough, everyone must sit up here."

His gaze swept across everyone present.

"Everyone Cultivates, everyone a dragon—this is what Daxia should look like."