Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Enrollment

The two buses traveling from Jinchuan City to Cyan Yang City were barely filled with a few dozen new students. There were even some empty seats, which were taken up by a few ordinary passengers heading to Cyan Yang City to restock goods.

Compared to the grand occasion last time when a single school packed three buses, the current scale clearly demonstrated the cruelty of the Martial Dao. And this was only the first layer of screening they encountered in life.

Fang Chen sat by the window, his gaze drawn to the retreating streetscape outside. He slipped his fingers into his pocket, wanting to stroke that small gold nugget, but touched nothing. He paused for a moment before suddenly remembering that he had already given the gold nugget to Xia Chu.

His fingertips brushed against another hard object. He took it out; it was a dark blue bank card. Given by Su Man.

Over twenty days ago, Fang Chen had killed Zhao Tianxiong. Su Man had used this time to raise ten million and transferred it into this card.

Compared to the benefits the Su family had reaped, this sum might not be considered the lion’s share. But Fang Chen knew that during the initial stage when the Su family was regrouping, pulling strings, and winning over people’s hearts, it was exactly when they needed cash flow the most. For Su Man to rapidly scrape together ten million for him under these circumstances already showed utmost sincerity.

Furthermore, Fang Chen knew very well where he stood. He had merely played the role of an assassin in this incident. The subsequent operations, annexations, and political maneuvering were the professional domain of Su Man and her team. He couldn’t intervene, nor did he have any interest in doing so.

"This way, I can leave with peace of mind."

Fang Chen had left a sum of money for his family and told them to seek out Luo Wu or Su Man if anything happened. It was his way of leaving a backing for his family.

He tucked the bank card back into his inner pocket and turned his gaze back to the window.

The journey to Cyan Yang City this time was far more turbulent and fraught with setbacks than when he traveled for the martial exam. They encountered landslides, blocked roads, damaged bridges, and Demon Beast attacks. Stopping and starting, stumbling along the way. Clearing the path and reinforcing bridges along the route, what was originally planned as a one-day trip had been forcibly dragged out into over a week.

Fortunately, they eventually arrived safely in Cyan Yang City. The date was already August 23rd. Thankfully, they made it in time.

Today was the exact day for new students to report to Cyan Yang Martial Arts Academy.

The bus stopped directly at the new student reception area of Cyan Yang Martial Arts Academy. Fang Chen followed the procedural instructions, completing his enrollment registration and identity verification step by step, and received the Bronze Badge that represented his identity in the academy. It was a round emblem engraved with the cloud and mist pattern of Cyan Yang Mountain. The academy did not provide standardized uniforms; they only required students to wear their own Combat Suits and pin on this badge when carrying out academy missions or attending important occasions.

With the procedures handled, he took his simple luggage bag and walked toward the dormitory area according to his assignment instructions.

His dormitory was on the third floor, Room 306.

Pushing the door open, he found a standard four-person room with bunk beds featuring desks underneath. The space was roomy, and the facilities were simple and practical. But what made Fang Chen raise an eyebrow slightly was that the three people already in the room were all familiar faces.

Wang Pan, Hu Jiasen, and Yuan Xiao.

"Huh?" The three of them looked up at the door almost simultaneously.

"Old Fang?!"

"Boss Fang?!"

Looks of pleasant surprise and astonishment appeared on their faces at the same time.

"Haha! I didn’t expect us to be assigned to the same dorm!" Yuan Xiao leaped down from his bed with a kip-up and rushed over, lightly punching Fang Chen on the shoulder. "It’s fate!"

Wang Pan also smiled, setting down the items in his hands. "Haha, we were just guessing who our fourth roommate would be. To think it’s actually Boss Fang."

Hu Jiasen rubbed his hands together in sheer delight. "That’s great, Boss Fang! We get to hang out with you again!"

Becoming roommates in an unfamiliar academy naturally made the group happy. They gathered around, chatted for a bit, and settled in slightly before Yuan Xiao suggested, "Since we’ve got nothing else to do, why don’t we stroll around the academy again? When we came for the exam last time, we didn’t get to look closely at a lot of places."

"Sure," Wang Pan nodded.

Hu Jiasen looked at Fang Chen. "Boss, coming with us?"

Fang Chen placed his backpack on his assigned bed and nodded. "Alright, let’s go."

The four of them headed out together. Just as they reached the entrance of the dormitory building, they bumped into several other new students from different schools in Jinchuan City who were familiar faces. Seeing that Fang Chen and his group were going to explore the academy, those students enthusiastically joined their ranks. As a result, they formed a small group of over a dozen people and headed deeper into the campus.

Cyan Yang Martial Arts Academy covered a massive area. During the martial exam last time, they had only caught a fleeting glimpse, but looking closely now, it felt even more magnificent. It was huge, exceptionally huge. The teaching buildings, research institutes, Martial Arts Arenas, and training halls—any one of them alone was larger than an entire school back in Jinchuan City.

As for the outdoor training equipment, they could name a few—such as gravity stakes, reaction target arrays, and elemental resistance testers—but there were some they had never even seen before. A small commercial hub had even formed within the academy. Equipment stores, pharmacies, material shops, and a snack street were all readily available. Fang Chen immediately checked out the pharmacy, but there was nothing new; it wasn’t even as well-stocked as Jade Dew Hall. So, he abandoned any plans for a "zero-dollar shopping spree."

The group continued their stroll. Unlike the empty and solemn atmosphere they had felt during their last visit, the flow of people in the academy had clearly increased, filling the campus with vitality. Many senior students were in small groups of three to five—some hurrying somewhere, some chatting by the roadside, and others warming up in the training grounds.

Fang Chen’s gaze quietly swept over those seniors. He could clearly sense that quite a few of them had deep, condensed Auras. Their True Qi fluctuations were hidden but abundantly full, far surpassing the True Martial Realm. They were clearly High Martial Realm Martial Artists. The imposing presence they naturally exuded also carried a stronger sense of pressure.

But what surprised him slightly was that these senior High Martial Realm students seemed... not as strong as he had anticipated.

At least in terms of Aura Perception, most of them remained in the profound state of just entering the High Martial Realm. Although they were powerful, they didn’t project that suffocating, absolute suppression of a higher tier.

"Are they deliberately concealing their Auras? Or... is the initial gap in High Martial cultivation not as vast as I thought? Or perhaps my Perception Ability has improved, changing my standard of judgment?" Fang Chen pondered inwardly. He had never truly stepped into the High Martial Realm, so he lacked a concrete understanding of it.

"Hey, look over there! It’s so lively!" Yuan Xiao’s voice interrupted his thoughts as he pointed ahead.

The crowd looked over to see a large number of people gathered around a massive open-air Martial Arts Arena in the distance. Cheers and whooping could be faintly heard. It was the very same Martial Arts Arena where they had their second round of practical combat assessments.

At this moment, numerous figures in the arena were shifting and clashing, or practicing Martial Skills on their own. Fist Winds howled, Leg Shadows whipped through the air, and the explosive cracks of energy forces rang out endlessly. There was even someone who leaped over ten meters into the air, executing a mid-air flying kick with a Body Technique as agile as an eagle. Another threw punches like cannonballs, striking a heavy, specially-made sandbag so hard that it boomed and sent debris flying. Someone else slashed out a spray of sparks with a saber, leaving the nearby freshmen staring wide-eyed in awe.

"Wang Pan, what are they doing over there? A tournament?" a freshman asked curiously.

Wang Pan stared intently for a moment. "It doesn’t look like a formal tournament. It’s more like free sparring."

Yuan Xiao could hardly contain himself any longer. "Who cares! Let’s go see for ourselves! Old Fang, you coming?"

Fang Chen looked at the bustling scene and nodded. "Since we’re already here, let’s go."

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