High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

At night, all five members of Chen Mo's team gathered in the small courtyard where he lived.

"Level seven?"

Chen Mo looked Yang Zuo up and down, who had undergone a tremendous change, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Yes. The resources provided by the Grandmaster Academy can meet my cultivation needs, so my strength is increasing rapidly."

Yang Zuo nodded, but then a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"But... I'm almost out of credits, and if I don't earn any more, I might not even be able to afford blood food."

"How's your steel bone tempering progressing?"

Chen Mo turned to look at Ma Wanglin.

"The progress isn't too fast, but you have a lot of credits and recover quickly. I can use Grandmaster's aura to help you temper yourself."

"My recovery ability isn't that strong, and I don't have that many credits. I just finished tempering my arms, one leg, and one thigh bone."

Ma Wanglin sighed. If it weren't for the academic credits that were holding her back, she probably could have tempered her steel bones much faster.

"Do you know why I called you all here today?"

Ignoring Gu Feng's eager gaze, Chen Mo asked directly.

"What's the matter?" The group exchanged glances, none of them understanding why Chen Mo had summoned them.

"Do we need the credits?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and told them about the time he went to the abyss with Zhu Long and Dai Emei to exploit the land.

"More than a thousand credits at a time!?"

Ma Wanglin suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with no hesitation, only a thirst for academic credits.

Qiu Lin's previous statement that academic credits are omnipotent was not an exaggeration; all sorts of precious resources can be exchanged without limit at the Grandmaster Academy.

As long as you have enough credits, there's nothing you can't exchange for them.

Yang Zuo's eyes lit up; he was currently worried about where to get a large number of academic credits.

He hardly sleeps at all, spending his days training his body and his nights doing tasks to earn credits.

But compared to his massive resource consumption, the credits awarded by those small tasks were just a drop in the bucket.

"Hey, why don't you ask me how my cultivation is going lately?"

Gu Feng grew impatient and nudged Chen Mo, asking somewhat displeasedly.

"I know you're training your spinal cord, just don't paralyze yourself."

Recently, Gu Feng has had the most contact with Chen Mo, so Chen Mo is naturally aware of his cultivation progress.

"Then, should I go too?"

He Miao timidly raised her hand and asked cautiously.

"Go ahead, with your help, everyone can concentrate more on scraping the land. You'll be in charge of guarding."

Chen Mo nodded. He Miao's role was crucial. With her around, he didn't need to be distracted by the surroundings; he could just focus on getting things done.

"Oh...then I'll share my credits with everyone."

He Miao smiled secretly; it seemed everyone valued her quite a bit.

"Let's not talk about that." Chen Mo suddenly remembered what the senior from the Food Academy had told him before.

"He Miao, how's your studies at the food science department going lately? Have your cooking skills improved?"

"Hmm..." He Miao fell silent as soon as the food department was mentioned.

"I have learned a few ways to process blood, but... I'm not very good at it."

"But I've already learned how to cook meals to replenish my energy, and I can make them for everyone to try!"

"...?"

What are the meals we eat daily to replenish our energy?

Compressed biscuit paste?

"Alright, let's skip that topic and get back to the business of rigging the land."

Chen Mo realized that his question was not easy to answer, so he quickly changed the subject.

"We'll discuss the specifics of how to proceed when we meet with Senior Brother Zhu Long tomorrow, but I have a few important things to tell you."

"Don't bring those extra-large hiking backpacks, just bring a few extra-large burlap sacks."

"Once we enter the deep abyss, we shouldn't try to fight the abyss warriors. With our strength, the main strategy once we enter the deep abyss is to run away."

"The primary objective is to exploit the land, with killing enemies as a secondary objective, and earning academic credits as the core of a powerful exploitation campaign."

"Alright, that's all. Go and get ready. Tomorrow I'll take you all to make a fortune!"

......

At five o'clock the next morning, Chen Mo's team, fully armed and exuding a murderous aura, assembled at the entrance of the abyss rift.

Today, a tall, thin old man is in charge of guarding the entrance.

The old man's name was Geng Lianhu, and he was the dean of the Weaponry Academy, one of the thirteen academies of the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy.

Don't let his thin appearance fool you; he's the head of the Weaponry Academy, which manufactures weapons and various tools. In fact, he's the strongest among the thirteen grandmasters.

The pair of golden maces are stained with the blood of countless Abyss warriors.

"Don't I remember you just came back from the Deep Abyss a few days ago?"

Geng Lianhu was taken aback when he saw Chen Mo, and asked a question with some confusion.

The fact that Chen Mo went to the Abyss and scraped up a huge sack of medicinal herbs was already known to all thirteen deans, which was why Geng Lianhu was stunned.

These kids have only been in the hospital for a few days, it seems like it's been exactly a month?

He went down into the deep abyss three times in less than a month. This is like he doesn't value his life at all.

"I've run out of credits, so I'm thinking of sneaking out of some land to earn some more."

Chen Mo chuckled. He was spending too much on academic credits; how could he afford it if he didn't work hard to earn more?

"Alright, alright, be careful, don't kill yourself."

"Otherwise, you would become the fastest group of students to die since the establishment of the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy."

Geng Lianhu waved his hand, indicating that he wouldn't get involved in the children's affairs.

Rather, he said he found Chen Mo, a young man who dared to fight and take risks, to be more likable.

"Okay~"

Chen Mo led Gu Feng and the others into the dark abyss rift. Zhu Long should be waiting for him on the other side.

"This smell...it really is..."

Gu Feng frowned and quickly took out a gas mask and put it on his face.

He casually handed one to He Miao, otherwise her small frame would have died in no time.

"You've arrived." A burly figure slowly rose from a nearby rock.

"So, should we go directly through the Silver Wolf Mountains or take a detour?"

Chen Mo took out the documents and maps and threw them on the ground, and Gu Feng and the others also gathered around.

"Let's take a detour; I bet the Silver Moon Wolf King still remembers my scent."

Zhu Long thought about it and decided not to provoke the Silver Moon Wolf King for the time being, since no one would take the blame for him this time.

"By the way, Senior Brother Zhu Long, I wanted to ask you last time, how did you lure the Silver Moon Wolf pack here?"

Chen Mo suddenly remembered this question and looked up at Zhu Long.

"It's nothing. I just sneaked up behind the Silver Moon Wolf King and punched him in the balls, and then the Silver Moon Wolves started chasing me."

Zhu Long's seemingly casual remark sent a chill down Chen Mo and the others' spines.