Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

"Shen Zitong and the others... should I go and call them?" Yan Liang asked in a low voice. Zhou Wei, Shen Zitong, and the others did not live in this dormitory.

"Shh—!" Just then, Liu Zhi, who had already sat up, suddenly put a finger to his lips, his brows furrowed, and a clear expression of disgust on his face. "Keep your voice down! Don't disturb the others!"

"Exactly." Xu Fei rubbed his eyes and muttered in dissatisfaction.

Yan Liang was taken aback by the sudden accusation and was somewhat at a loss for what to do.

Before long, the group finished packing and headed to the training ground. At a corner leading from the dormitory area to the training ground, they happened to run into Tu Nan, Zhang Lin, and their group.

The atmosphere instantly turned tense as enemies met. Zhou Wei spat viciously on the ground, expressing his displeasure. Zhang Lin, however, remained expressionless and walked straight past, ignoring him.

"Tch!" Zhou Wei and his group, feeling they had gained the upper hand in terms of momentum, let out their signature, contemptuous sneer.

However, for the more than one hundred trainees in the training field, this minor friction was just a sporadic episode in the tedious training, and was quickly forgotten.

Inside the training field, the grueling practice continues, with everyone sweating profusely.

Around noon, Danxin returned to the training grounds with instructors Tawen, Mushan, and Della. They brought not only special vouchers for exchanging for beast meat but also announced some new information.

"Although you are currently only temporary students of the Martial Academy, the nobles of the inner city, out of consideration for your situation, have specially approved that you will receive basic points every month—ten points each."

Dansin's voice was calm, yet clearly reached everyone's ears: "Points can be used to exchange for resources such as potential potions and extra portions of alien beast meat. The specific exchange rates will be posted later."

He paused, then continued, "In addition, the martial arts academy also provides ways for you to earn extra points. The method is simple: mainly, in your spare time, you will take on some miscellaneous tasks within the academy. After noon, the specific tasks and point rewards will be posted on the notice board at the entrance of the training ground; you can check it yourself."

"Points are not easy to earn. These tasks are not strenuous and can be considered an extra perk given to you by the nobles. Please cherish them."

"There is one more important matter," Dansing said, his gaze sweeping across the room, "The application process for the special grant for your group of trainees is about to begin, and will last for three days. Those who wish to apply can submit their applications to the three instructors within these three days."

After making the announcement, Dansin said no more and gestured for everyone to continue training.

The trainees from the outer city looked at each other, whispering amongst themselves. "Subsidy"? What is that? It sounds like a benefit, but no one knew exactly what it was.

At lunchtime, Wu Sheng took the beast meat exchange voucher he had just received and went to the special window to exchange it for a serving.

The beast meat was served in a pristine white porcelain bowl. The flesh was translucent and delicate, with distinct textures, and indeed resembled the meat of some rare fish. It had no unusual smell. Wu Sheng picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The texture was tender and smooth, and the taste was mild. He couldn't detect anything particularly strange about it.

However, shortly after the whole piece of meat was swallowed, a gentle and continuous heat slowly rose from his lower abdomen and spread to his limbs and bones.

During a break in his afternoon cultivation, Wu Sheng silently sensed the changes in his body and paid attention to the state of his primordial core.

He discovered that the body-tempering effect of a single serving of beast meat, in terms of total amount, was almost equivalent to that of a potential-enhancing potion. However, the difference lay in the fact that the effects of the beast meat were released more gradually and lastingly, seemingly providing a gentle nourishment to the body, rather than the intense, exploitative stimulation of a potential-enhancing potion.

More importantly, the vitality value of the primordial core did not decrease after consuming the alien beast meat! This means that the alien beast meat is basically harmless to the body, and even... Wu Sheng vaguely felt that the self-recovery speed of the primordial core seemed to be accelerated by this nourishment.

[Wu Sheng]: Vitality 18/19 (18/23)

[Body Tempering Level 7: 256/640]

"It seems this is what those privileged young masters and even descendants of martial artists in the inner city use for their daily training," Wu Sheng thought to himself. "However, for me, potential-enhancing potions are still more suitable."

As evening approached, a crowd gathered in front of the notice board at the entrance of the training ground. The notice board displayed details of the jobs offered by the martial arts academy, as well as a list of points redemption options.

The work is indeed simple and easy: cleaning specific areas of the training field, tidying up common areas of the dormitory, organizing equipment, etc. The points rewards also seem quite generous—settled weekly, totaling 10 to 15 points per week.

The problem is that these tasks are not solo endeavors, but require collaboration among multiple people. In other words, the points must be shared equally among the participants.

Wu Sheng only glanced at it briefly before losing interest. His gaze lingered more on the points redemption list.

Beast meat: 10 points/serving (limited to 1 serving per person per month).

Potential Potions: 10 points / 2 vials (unlimited redemption).

Wu Sheng's mind raced. Those so-called jobs, even after two or three weeks, might only yield enough points to exchange for one or two potential-enhancing potions. Although the work itself wasn't tiring, cooperating with others inevitably drained his energy, created trouble, and wasted precious cultivation time.

With his talent, the improvement he would gain by dedicating that time to cultivation would far surpass that of one or two potential-enhancing potions.

Thinking of this, Wu Sheng did not linger any longer and turned back to his dormitory to rest for a while.

He had just entered the dormitory when Tu Nan, Zhang Lin, and the others followed him in.

"Wu Sheng, we've looked at the tasks at the entrance," Tu Nan said, his tone suggesting a discussion. "For example, cleaning the corridor of our dormitory floor earns ten points a week. We've discussed it, and with six people in the dorm, we'll take turns cleaning, splitting the points equally, so everyone gets a little. The cleaning schedule is also easy to arrange..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Sheng interrupted, "I won't participate. You can divide the points among yourselves, and correspondingly, I won't share any of the dormitory's chores."

Tu Nan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, no problem."

Tu Nan and the others stopped mentioning the matter and started talking about other things.

"By the way, do you guys know what this subsidy the instructor mentioned today is all about?" Zhang Lin scratched his head, looking confused.

"I'd also like to know the details," Tu Nan said, echoing the question.

Suoguli shook his head.

"Hehe, well... I have indeed found out some things." Zhao Dele leaned against the bedside, his usual smile on his face, keeping everyone in suspense. His gaze swept over Zhang Lin, Tu Nan, and Suo Guli, but he didn't continue immediately.

Zhang Lin understood, quickly stood up, and poured Zhao Dele a glass of water with a smile: "Brother Dele, have some tea."

"Hehe, Zhang Lin, just for calling you 'brother'," Zhao Dele said with satisfaction, taking the water glass. "I'll tell you all about it today."