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

Chapter 37

Why are you staring at me like that?

"Just basic operation."

After finishing his passionate speech, Xu Tianlin turned around and saw Xiao Qiong behind him with a strange expression. He touched his nose.

If we cannot motivate these students, where will we get the resources to improve?

Xu Tianlin believed that after today, these 50 students from Cangyun Prefecture would transform into 50 nuclear-powered donkeys, diligently spending every penny they earned on their resort.

"If I'd known I had this talent, why would I have gone into the hotel industry!"

"After graduation, you should study success; maybe you'd already be earning millions a year, marrying a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life!"

Xu Tianlin expressed great satisfaction with his speech.

"I'm entrusting these children to you."

Xiao Qiong spoke calmly.

"At the resort, of course, there's no problem."

"We are not responsible for anything that happens outside the resort!"

Xu Tianlin waved his hand, "Don't even think about adding the task of looking after the children to my schedule."

Xiao Qiong was speechless for a moment, then sighed.

"Never mind, no martial artist's growth is absolutely safe."

Looking back at the excited, flushed students, he thought, "At least one thing is true: they are already lucky."

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A few days later, in the outer area of ​​the battlefield of the heavens.

Compared to the suffocating gray-black fog in the core area of ​​A4, the view here is much more open.

Although there is evil energy here, its concentration is extremely low.

For ordinary martial artists, as long as they do not stay there for an extended period, the circulation of their internal energy is sufficient to resist this thin layer of erosion.

"Whoosh—"

A sharp, silvery-white sword light swept out like a bolt of lightning, precisely slicing through the neck of a low-level unicorn wolf.

Blood gushed out, and the enormous head rolled and tumbled onto the dry, hard yellow earth.

The headless corpse lunged forward two steps before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

A burly young man flicked his wrist, his longsword twirling in mid-air in a beautiful arc, the blood droplets on the blade falling off with the movement.

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword was precisely sheathed with a clang.

"The movements were clean; the captain's 'Layered Wave Slash' technique has improved again."

At the back of the group, a rather thin boy stepped forward, bent down, and skillfully used a dagger to pick out two fangs from the unicorn wolf's mouth, then casually tossed them into the storage item at his waist.

The young man with the sword turned around.

He was dressed in a specially made, moon-white martial arts outfit, with a crescent moon embroidered on his chest surrounded by clouds and mist.

Wuyue Mansion, the symbol of Wuyue Martial Arts University.

As the most outstanding genius student of Wuyue Martial Arts University in recent years, Fan Rui had already reached the fifth level of the Thousand Jun realm in his junior year and had absolute prestige in the team.

Beside him, eight other young men and women dressed in the same moon-white outfits were spread out on guard.

This is a truly elite team. All eight members have an average cultivation level of over Thousand Jun Realm.

At Cangyun Martial Arts University, the first level of the Thousand Jun Realm is already the standard for graduation, while here, the Thousand Jun Realm is merely the threshold for them to form a team to enter the D-level area of ​​the Heavenly Battlefield for training.

In the group, a girl with a high ponytail quickly walked to Fan Rui's side.

"Brother, we just discussed it."

Fan Yue lowered her voice, but the surrounding team members could obviously hear her.

"There are less than three months left until the Youth Martial Arts Competition of the Twelve Prefectures of the Human Race. We have decided to give you priority in receiving the spoils from this training."

Fan Rui frowned slightly, about to refuse, when the thin boy next to him interrupted first.

"Captain, please don't refuse. Fan Yue is right, the grand competition is the main event."

The boy wiped the blood-stained dagger on the dry grass.

"In our team, you have the highest talent and the strongest foundation."

"There are still more than two months left. As long as there are enough resources, with your talent, you definitely have a chance to reach the sixth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm before the competition!"

"Yes, Captain."

Another team member with a buzz cut came over and patted Fan Rui on the shoulder.

"Although our Wuyue Martial Arts University can't compare to Qinglan Martial Arts University, which has produced an unreasonable prodigy, as long as you advance to the sixth level of the Thousand Jun Realm, we will definitely be able to surpass Wangchuan Prefecture and Haichuan Prefecture."

In their view, the outcome of this competition was already predetermined.

Qinglan Prefecture is number one, and Wuyue Prefecture is vying for second place. As for Cangyun Prefecture, which can't even gather enough Thousand Jun Realm cultivators, it's not even in their sights.

Fan Rui did not refuse any further. He knew that this was not just about the allocation of resources, but also about the entire team placing the honor of Wuyue Prefecture on his shoulders.

Fan Rui slowly turned around to face everyone.

The cold, stern lines on his face softened, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, revealing a warm yet resolute smile.

Thank you.

"Awooo—!!!"

Before Fan Rui could finish speaking, a mournful wail suddenly rang out from behind a distant mound.

The sound was extremely loud, and the sound waves made the sand and stones on the ground tremble slightly.

Fan Rui's smile vanished instantly.

"alert!"

He shouted, and his right hand instantly gripped the hilt of the sword, drawing it with a clang.

He crouched low, his eyes fixed on the direction from which the sound came.

The other seven team members also reacted very quickly.

They immediately dropped their relaxed expressions and quickly dispersed according to the formation they had practiced countless times.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Heavy footsteps came from behind the mound. With each step, the ground trembled noticeably.

A huge black shadow, accompanied by billowing yellow dust, crashed through a boulder at the edge of a mound like an out-of-control heavy armored vehicle, and came directly into the view of the Mist Moon Squad.

"It's a rock porcupine!"

Fan Rui's gaze sharpened, and he immediately recognized the identity of the object.

The Rock Ridge Porcupine is one of the lower-ranking alien races living on the outskirts of the battlefield of all races.

It looks very much like a wild boar, but its entire body is covered with a thick layer of grayish-brown rock armor.

On its back, sharp rock spikes, each half a meter long, stand upright.

The average strength of the Rock Ridge Porcupines is generally around the eighth level of the Rock Realm, so theoretically they shouldn't pose a fatal threat to the Mist Moon Squad, whose members are all at the Thousand-Pound Realm.

The problem is, this is one of the things that all martial artists training on the periphery least want to encounter.

They have thick skin and flesh, and the rock armor on their bodies, which is nourished by Yuan energy year after year, is so hard that it can withstand the full force of a low-level Thousand-Jin Realm martial artist head-on without breaking.

Apart from their relatively soft belly, they have almost no fatal weaknesses.

Furthermore, these alien races are exceptionally vengeful, and once a battle breaks out, it becomes a fight to the death.

Martial artists often need to expend a lot of physical strength and energy to grind it down.

"trouble."

Fan Rui twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself how unlucky he was.

However, when the rock porcupine was fully revealed, Fan Rui's pupils suddenly contracted.

"wrong!"

Fan Rui held his longsword horizontally across his chest, his muscles taut to the extreme. "An adult Rock Ridge Porcupine is at most ten meters long. Look at this one!"

All eyes turned to that direction.

The rock porcupine that was charging towards us was over twelve meters long!

With each heavy breath, it would exhale two plumes of white smoke from its nostrils, carrying a strong earthy smell.

Its eyes were blood-red, and the ferocious aura emanating from its body far exceeded that of an ordinary rock porcupine.

"Peak of the Rock Realm! This is an elite member of the Rock Ridge Porcupine clan!"

Fan Yue gasped.

A Rock Ridge Porcupine at the peak of the Rock Realm, measuring twelve meters in length, possesses rock armor capable of withstanding attacks from martial artists below the Thousand-Jin Third Level.

This was no longer prey they could easily deal with.

"Spread out! Don't engage it head-on!"

The ground shook more and more violently, and the twelve-meter-tall rock porcupine, billowing with dust, was less than fifty meters away from them.

Fan Rui stared intently at the porcupine's movements, frantically channeling his inner energy into his longsword, causing a blinding white light to emanate from its blade.

He had already calculated the distance; as soon as the porcupine entered his 20-meter attack range, he would immediately launch a thunderous strike.

Just then.

The rock-ridged porcupine, still running wildly, let out another mournful howl.

As the distance closed, the yellow dust dissipated slightly.

Fan Yue, who was standing to the side and behind Fan Rui, was originally bending over, preparing to flank him.

Suddenly, she stopped moving.

She rubbed her eyes hard, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing on her retina.

"Fan Yue! What are you doing!"

Fan Rui caught a glimpse of his sister's unusual behavior out of the corner of his eye, his heart clenched, and he shouted sharply.

"No...brother..."

Fan Yue ignored Fan Rui's reprimand.

She stood there, stunned, her chin slightly agape, her right hand holding up a short knife, the tip of which trembled as it pointed at the twelve-meter-tall behemoth charging towards her.

She swallowed hard, her voice carrying a profound sense of absurdity, as if her worldview had been forcibly ripped apart.

"Brother... there seem to be quite a few people on the back of that rock porcupine?!"