16: Chapter 16 Generous Rewards

Li Ping saw everything clearly from a distance.

Ma Yong's sneak attack was dodged by Chen Moxuan without even turning his head, and then Ma Yong was tripped and lost his balance by Chen Moxuan's kick.

Then Ma Yong's head was slammed into the ground by Chen Moxuan.

The whole process was smooth and fluid, happening in the blink of an eye.

If he hadn't been staring, he wouldn't have known what happened if he had looked away for even a second.

"Sure enough, the rumors of him fighting Lin Muhan are true!"

Instantly killing a Stage Seven of the First Realm in a single encounter—even Brother Kai, who was at the Peak of the First Realm, couldn't do that.

"Wait, why does he seem to be looking over?!"

Sensing Chen Moxuan's gaze on him, Li Ping panicked, his legs trembling.

The other guy could insta-kill Ma Yong, so he could insta-kill him too!

He wanted to turn and run immediately, but his legs wouldn't cooperate; he could only watch helplessly as Chen Moxuan walked toward him.

"Do you know him?"

"No! Not at all!" Li Ping shook his head quickly.

Chen Moxuan frowned slightly:

"This person suddenly fell down in front of me, but I have some things to handle. Can you take him to the hospital?"

"Yes, yes, no problem." Li Ping nodded repeatedly.

"That's great, sorry for the trouble." Chen Moxuan smiled slightly, turned, and continued walking toward the school.

Only when he saw Chen Moxuan was far away did Li Ping breathe a sigh of relief and step forward to lift the unconscious Ma Yong.

"I still have to advise Brother Kai not to provoke this Chen Moxuan."

Li Ping planned to notify Liu Kai immediately after sending Ma Yong to the hospital.

...

After walking away, Chen Moxuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

After his Martial Skills reached Perfection, Chen Moxuan's senses were sharper than before.

Just now, he felt a sense of hostility behind him and instinctively attacked. By the time he saw the other person wearing the Henghuo Martial Arts School uniform, it was too late.

Right now, he just wanted to go to the office to collect his reward and go home, not wanting to get into unnecessary trouble.

"Thankfully, I met a kind-hearted person," Chen Moxuan mused.

Back on his previous life's Blue Star, there weren't many people willing to help a stranger who fainted on the side of the road to the hospital.

It wasn't far from the school gate. Soon, Chen Moxuan passed through the gate, went to the teaching building with familiarity, and arrived at Teacher Ma's office.

It took about an hour to walk from home to school. It was lunch break, so Ma Jingyuan should be in the office.

Chen Moxuan knocked gently.

"Come in," Ma Jingyuan's voice came from behind the door.

Chen Moxuan pushed the door and walked in.

The office was about fifty square meters, Ma Jingyuan's private office.

Ma Jingyuan's status in Henghuo Martial Arts School was not low; he was one of the few Advanced teachers in Dongchang City.

He was the homeroom teacher of Traditional Martial Arts Class 2 and the lead teacher of the School Team.

Originally, the school wanted him to be the homeroom teacher of New Martial Arts Class 1, but at his strong request, he transferred to Traditional Martial Arts Class 2.

"It's you." Seeing Chen Moxuan walk in, a hint of joy flashed in Ma Jingyuan's eyes.

"I heard you were discharged long ago. Coming only now—are you unwilling to attend my class?"

"Not at all. I was just physically and mentally exhausted and needed to recover," Chen Moxuan shook his head.

He really didn't want to attend class, but he couldn't say it out loud.

Ma Jingyuan had helped him a lot on his path of martial arts, and Chen Moxuan respected this teacher in his heart.

"Stop being cheeky. It's good that you're fine."

Ma Jingyuan looked Chen Moxuan up and down to confirm he hadn't left any hidden injuries from the previous incident.

"Let's talk business."

Ma Jingyuan took an envelope from the drawer and handed it to Chen Moxuan.

"There's a card inside, a new account the school opened for you. The password is also written inside." Ma Jingyuan looked at Chen Moxuan.

"The 300,000 the school promised you has already been deposited into this account."

After receiving the envelope, Chen Moxuan's face showed unconcealable joy.

This amount of money, in any world, was a huge sum to him.

After handing the envelope to Chen Moxuan, Teacher Ma continued:

"Also, you're now considered part of the School Team. The prize money from future competitions and the monthly allowance will also be deposited into the account."

Chen Moxuan didn't care much about this.

He didn't go for the School Team. The Martial Arts Exam was only a month away, the School Team had only one final left, and the allowance could only be collected for one month.

But then Ma Jingyuan took out a bracelet: "This is the access card for your Private Cultivation Room."

"Even though you are in the Traditional Martial Arts Class, the teaching resources enjoyed by official School Team members are even better than those of the New Martial Arts Class, so you can also have a Private Cultivation Room."

Chen Moxuan was stunned; this was unexpected.

A Private Cultivation Room wasn't just an empty space to practice.

It was equipped with various new instruments to assist in his Cultivate, and renting one in an outside martial arts hall would cost over a thousand a day.

He remembered the school had mentioned making him an exception to join the School Team as a substitute member for the match.

Do School Team substitutes get such good treatment?

"Wait, did you say 'official member'?"

Seeing Chen Moxuan's shock, Ma Jingyuan smiled: "You didn't think your performance in the match was enough to become an official member?"

"There are some rumors now, involving deeper reasons that can't be revealed. Don't go around telling others about what happened that day."

"Anyone with eyes can see your strength. I've already consulted the principal and promoted you to an official member."

Hearing this, Chen Moxuan nodded and took the bracelet.

When he browsed the school forum on his phone, he saw many people questioning the match.

Some said the people at the scene were hallucinating because of the Blood Race, others said he used some shady methods—all sorts of rumors.

But Chen Moxuan just browsed to pass the time and didn't jump out to argue.

Ma Jingyuan paused, looked at Chen Moxuan, and continued, "The military also appreciates you this time and has entrusted the school to reward you with a grade a blood qi essence."

"You don't seem very surprised?"

"No, I'm stunned! A grade a blood qi essence is too precious!" Chen Moxuan said with slight exaggeration.

"Alright, stop acting. Peng Jie was caught long ago when he was eavesdropping on my conversation with Captain Xia." Ma Jingyuan waved his hand.

It wasn't a secret that the military rewarded Chen Moxuan with a grade a blood qi essence; it was even intentionally publicized.

The goal was to send a signal: anyone who contributes to fighting the Foreign Race will not be mistreated.

At the same time, it was a warning to those with ill intentions that this grade a blood qi essence was awarded by the Tianyuan Army.

After all, the value of a grade a blood qi essence could allow a Blood Accumulation Realm Martial Artist to quickly rise one or two stages without side effects.

Supply falls short of demand in the market, and it's often snapped up by big Families for their promising youth.

It can often sell for over a million or more, enough to make some people take risks.

Although it was precious, that was only for most ordinary Martial Artists; it was nothing to the Tianyuan Army.

Moreover, the Tianyuan Army is usually very busy, overwhelmed just dealing with Foreign Race incidents.

They could only entrust the school to keep the rewarded agent, and the school would usually be responsible if something went wrong.

"But there's one more thing you definitely don't know," Ma Jingyuan teased.

"I also requested the principal to allow you to choose any Martial Skill, regardless of its grade, from the school's Library Pavilion."

"Choose any?" Chen Moxuan's eyes lit up.

Choosing any Martial Skill meant he could look at any Martial Skill in the Library Pavilion?

With his Special Ability, he might be able to memorize all the Martial Skills in the entire Library Pavilion!