What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Cangyun Martial Arts University, Martial Arts Training Ground.

The sun hung directly overhead, without any obstruction.

Heat seeped out from the cracks in the scorching bluestone slabs, enveloping people's ankles.

Fifty students dressed in black tight-fitting clothes were lined up in five square formations. Beads of sweat streamed down their temples and dripped onto the ground, disappearing in an instant.

In the center of the training ground, fifty young martial artists dressed in uniform black outfits stood in a line.

These are the elites that Ling Shu has drawn from various colleges and universities in Cangyun Prefecture overnight.

However, the atmosphere among these promising young talents, on whom Cangyun Prefecture had placed high hopes, was as somber as a pot of paste that was about to boil dry.

"I wonder what the content of our special training this time will be?"

Someone in the group asked.

"Don't think about it, it's no use."

A thin young man with somewhat gloomy eyes chuckled softly.

"Aren't we just there to be punching bags?"

His name is Liu Bo. He is in the same grade and class as Luo Yurou and can be considered a martial arts talent.

But at this moment, his slightly pale face looked as if someone in his family had just died.

"Our Cangyun Prefecture is at the bottom every year, and gets beaten every year. This is becoming the tradition of our Cangyun Martial Arts Academy."

"I guess if Lady Ling Shu wasn't under pressure from the Lord of the Manor, she wouldn't have bothered to organize us to participate."

Rong Jing, who was standing next to him, also sighed softly.

Rong Jing's ponytail was tied very high, and a few strands of hair were sticking to her neck because of sweat.

"I heard that a monster has appeared at Qinglan Martial Arts University. A freshman, with the power of the Eighth Level of Thousand Jun."

Rong Jing held up eight fingers and pursed her lips.

"A thousand pounds and eight weights, what does that even mean? If we fifty people were tied together, would we even be enough for them to hit with one hand?"

"We can graduate from the first level of the Thousand-Pound Martial Arts Academy in Cangyun..."

Upon hearing this, the shoulders of several students who had been standing tall instantly slumped.

"Not just Qinglan."

Liu Bo chuckled coldly, his laughter tinged with self-mockery.

"The teams that Wangchuan, Songtao, Wuyue... send out every year are all at least at the Thousand Jun Realm level."

"And what about us? We can't even touch a hair on a thousand pounds."

"Go to a competition? That's not a competition, that's called 'Human genius stylishly beating up Cangyun kid'!"

This gap cannot be bridged by mere passion.

Luo Yurou stood at the front of the line, listening to the whispers behind her, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly.

She didn't turn around, but looked down at her palm.

Beneath that skin, the originally fine meridians now faintly radiate a warm, gentle glow.

After taking the Marrow Cleansing Elixir, her aptitude had already undergone a tremendous change.

Even so, she still wasn't sure.

The grand competition is in three months.

She is currently at the eighth level of the Rock Realm, and even with the help of the Marrow Cleansing Elixir, it will still be too short a time to break through to the Thousand Jun Realm!

"Lord of the Manor... surely he'll find a way?"

Luo Yurou muttered to herself.

The image of Xiao Qiong's thin yet imposing back appeared in her mind; he was the pillar of Cangyun Prefecture.

"A solution? No matter how powerful the Lord of the Manor is, he can't just stuff us back into our mother's womb to rebuild our meridians, can he?"

Liu Bo has sharp ears and heard Luo Yurou's words.

Luo Yurou pursed her lips, and a highly incongruous image suddenly flashed through her mind.

That resort with the neon sign.

The young boss who lay on the boss's chair, wiping out the elite Thorn Feather Clan with a wave of his hand.

If it's that place...

If I could cultivate there for three months...

"Yu Rou, what are you daydreaming about?"

Liu Bo leaned closer, a mischievous grin on his face: "You're not thinking about some handsome guy, are you?"

"Don't even think about it. In three months, we'll all be beaten black and blue, and all the handsome guys will be scared away."

Luo Yurou glanced at him coldly, pursed her lips, and couldn't be bothered with this embodiment of negativity.

Just then.

The space in front of the training ground twisted without warning.

Xiao Qiong appeared.

He was still wearing that faded gray robe, his hands behind his back, his toes touching the ground.

The fifty students instinctively straightened their backs and tucked in their stomachs, shouting in unison, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

Xiao Qiong nodded, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. His usually cloudy eyes were now surprisingly bright, and his beard even twitched involuntarily.

He was in a very good mood right now.

He had already figured it out at the resort. The spa there really could wash away evil spirits, and the king-size bed room really could accelerate enlightenment.

If we can get these kids over there, Cangyun Prefecture will definitely be able to turn things around this time.

"Where is Ling Shu?"

Xiao Qiong looked around.

Ling Shu usually organizes these mobilization meetings, but she wasn't there today.

A teacher in charge of academic affairs jogged over, bending over.

"Reporting to the Lord, Secretary Ling said that the special training class has just been established, and cultivation resources cannot be lacking."

"She's off shopping right now with the purchasing team."

Xiao Qiong's smiling face froze in that instant.

"Purchasing?"

He suddenly recalled that when he accompanied this granddaughter shopping before, he and Ling Jian, both at the Fusion Realm, were almost exhausted.

Ask her to buy something?

This is terrible!

"yes."

The academic affairs teacher didn't notice anything amiss and continued reporting enthusiastically.

"Lord Ling said that Cangyun Prefecture will definitely not come in last place in this competition."

"She said she got special funding from you, and even if it's just money, she'll make sure to create several Thousand-Jin Realm experts!"

"It's over!"

Xiao Qiong's vision went black.

Special funds.

All spent.

That girl is absolutely capable of doing that!

His mind went blank for a moment, and Xu Tianlin's smug smile and the image of him reaching out for credits flashed into his mind.

A room costs 1,000 per day.

A single SPA session costs 5,000.

If that honest girl Ling Shu had replaced it with a bunch of useless pills...

How can he still book a room at a resort?

What can we use to give these kids a spa treatment?

"How long has she been gone?"

Xiao Qiong suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the teacher by the collar.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and his beard trembled with anger.

The teacher was stunned by this sudden display of power.

"We've been walking for almost fifteen minutes. They're probably signing the purchase contract by now..."

Holy crap!!

Xiao Qiong screamed.

The voice was so loud that the students below the stage all shrank back.

Those pills are nothing but trash compared to the rooms in the resort!

We can't waste this money!

"Where did you buy it?"

"Okay, it seems we went to Vice Principal Zhou's business association..."

The teacher, upon seeing the lord's appearance, turned deathly pale.

"boom!"

A shockwave erupted directly from the center of the training ground.

Fifty students were blown about, some even sitting on the ground.

Amidst the rising dust.

Xiao Qiong's figure had already transformed into a gray streak of light, frantically rushing towards the eastern part of the city where the Zhou Clan Chamber of Commerce was located.

On the training ground, the fifty elites looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Lord of the Manor... what's wrong with him?"