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

Time flies, and the afternoon passed by quietly, soon it was evening.

Wu Sheng went back to his dormitory to rest for a while. Meanwhile, Liu Zhen had already contacted the group and was preparing to go out for dinner.

Liu Zhen and his group walked proudly through the training ground, attracting the attention of other trainees who looked on with envy.

Without a doubt, the most capable group of trainees has been selected, and their circle has been formed.

When Wu Sheng returned to the dormitory, Zhao Dele and the others looked surprised as soon as he entered.

"Brother Wu, didn't you go to dinner with them?" Zhao Dele asked. "Or did they not invite you? That shouldn't be the case. I don't think Liu Zhen is a fool. He would definitely try to befriend a potential genius like you—even if he doesn't, he would never make an enemy of you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sheng looked surprised: "Dele, you're incredibly well-informed. You weren't even at the training ground, yet you knew Liu Zhen invited the top eight players to dinner?"

"Hehe, you can't hide this from me." Zhao Dele chuckled.

"Liu Zhen invited me, but I didn't go," Wu Sheng replied.

Zhao Dele and the others nodded in understanding. After all, everyone knew about the feud between Wu Sheng and Xu Fei, and Wu Sheng also had a sparring job to do.

"By the way, Liu Zhen asked me to tell Suoguli that you're injured and can't come this time. He told me to tell you that he'll invite you alone next time there's an opportunity," Wu Sheng said to Suoguli.

Suogu nodded, not particularly bothered by it. He hadn't expected to be invited to dinner in the first place, after all, his ranking in the top eight was arguably the least prestigious. Besides, Liu Zhen and his group were all from the inner city, and it would be awkward for him, an outsider, to go.

Zhao Dele, however, seemed thoughtful: "This guy named Liu Zhen really knows how to handle people."

He paused, then added, "However, we still need to be careful, guys. It's not that I, Zhao Dele, am speaking ill of people behind their backs—being a good person is one thing, but whether they're willing to side with us when things happen is another. Let's just take it easy."

Zhao Dele's words already regarded them as a whole.

The group of people in Suoguli nodded in agreement.

Then, Suoguli addressed Zhang Lin, Tu Nan, and Wu Sheng, saying, "The rewards have been received. In addition to the two days of subsidies, there will be one serving of exotic beast meat per day for the top eight in the arena competition."

He thought for a moment and continued, "According to our prior agreement—how about this, I'll keep the portion from the arena competition, and the two portions of beast meat from the subsidy period will be split among the three of you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin and Tu Nan immediately frowned.

"Suoguli, don't be like this," Zhang Lin said. "We agreed that as long as you make it into the top thirty-two, we'll split the top thirty-two reward. But you'll also get four shares of that reward. Even the beast meat that's served every two days should be shared among the four of us, not just the three of us."

Neither of them were the type to take advantage of others. They had agreed to split the rewards among the top thirty-two, but the top eight in the arena battles were earned by Suoguli with his life on the line, and had nothing to do with them.

Wu Sheng had the same attitude. He didn't care about this small reward at all.

Soguli waved his hand: "The reward itself isn't much. Besides the two potential potions and a few points from the subsidy, there's only one serving of beast meat every two days."

He looked at the group and said earnestly, "How are we four going to divide the beast meat, which is only enough for one serving every two days? Each of us taking a bite? That's pointless. Just do as I say, the three of you divide it."

Zhang Lin and Tu Nan opened their mouths, but didn't know how to refute it. Suo Guli was right—a serving of exotic beast meat every two days, how much could four people get? But even if three people shared it, each person wouldn't get much, so it wouldn't make much difference either.

At this moment, Zhao Dele interjected, "Actually, I have a good idea."

Several people looked at him.

"You can sell the beast meat that's allotted for two days and exchange it for potential-enhancing potions, then distribute the potions among yourselves, right?" Zhao Dele said, then turned to Wu Sheng and said, "Brother Wu Sheng, don't you know some students at the advanced training ground? Ask them if they'd be willing to exchange their potential-enhancing potions for the beast meat. I think they'd definitely offer a higher price than the people at our training ground."

Wu Sheng nodded: "Okay, I'll ask when I go to spar with the coach later."

……

After resting for a while, Wu Sheng went to the advanced training ground.

Upon seeing him, Cheng Mingyuan smiled and said, "Congratulations on being in the top four in both the fist strength assessment and the arena competition. Two servings of exotic beast meat a day, plus two potential-enhancing potions—it seems your cultivation speed is about to increase significantly."

Wu Sheng said, "Your information network is quite impressive."

Cheng Mingyuan laughed and said, "What's so special about that? The list is already posted at the entrance of the training ground."

Wu Sheng smiled, said nothing more, and was about to suggest starting today's sparring session—

Cheng Mingyuan said, "Let's skip practice today. I'll take you out for a meal. Consider it a celebration for you."

Cheng Mingyuan said, "Let's skip practice today. I'll take you out for a meal. Consider it a celebration for you."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sheng raised an eyebrow: "Can I interpret this as—taking a liking to my potential and investing in me in advance?"

"Hahahaha!" Cheng Mingyuan laughed, putting his arm around Wu Sheng's shoulder. "You can think that way. However, I, Cheng Mingyuan, don't just value potential; I also value a person's character."

He patted Wu Sheng on the shoulder and said, "Stop talking nonsense and let's go eat now."

The two left the advanced training ground together.

……

Outside the martial arts academy, Cheng Mingyuan waved down a rather high-end-looking car, and the two got in.

"To the Royal Gardens," Cheng Mingyuan said to the driver.

The vehicle started and drove deeper into the inner city.

Wu Sheng gazed at the bustling street scene outside the window, lost in thought.

Just over a month ago, he was a lowly commoner, shirtless, scavenging for food in the mud pits outside the city. He had to carefully calculate what he ate every day; spending an extra dollar could affect the livelihood of his entire family.

Now, he is in the inner city, riding in a luxury car, looking at the bustling night view, and going to an extremely upscale place to eat.

This was something we wouldn't have dared to even imagine before.

I wonder how my sister is doing... Once I become a martial artist, I'll find a suitable opportunity to bring her to live in the inner city. Wu Sheng couldn't help but think of Wu Yu.

Cheng Mingyuan seemed to read something on his face and asked, "Wu Sheng, what are your plans for the future?"

"Thoughts?" Wu Sheng murmured. "What else could he be thinking? Naturally, it's to successfully break through to the Martial Artist realm and then bring his family to live in the inner city."

"And then?" Cheng Mingyuan asked again.

"And then..." Wu Sheng thought for a moment, "naturally, he continued to live a peaceful and stable life."