Chapter 100: A Drop of Diluted Blood

Yang Chengan, this super academic achiever who had made it out, truly got to see it.

Offending a Wang Peng, getting chased all the way to Jiangcheng to be beaten up.

Along the way, he had also asked: in Jiangshui City, even the talents from Jiangcheng and the other three ordinary cities held low status.

If Jiangshui City dared to call Jiangcheng a remote borderland, what about a Major Province?

Then surely: Where on earth is Jiangcheng?

“Are you really decided?” Yu Beilin frowned deeply.

He still somewhat didn’t want Jiang Changkong to give up this opportunity—this was direct entry into a Major Province.

For ordinary people, even for him as the principal, it was a chance to rise to the heavens in one step.

“Decided. Moreover, I am already at the Star Gate Initial Stage,” Jiang Changkong said firmly.

“Star Gate Initial Stage?”

Yu Beilin and Chen Hua were both startled simultaneously.

Jiang Changkong nodded, no longer concealing it. A powerful surge of Star Power rippled out, carrying a momentum far surpassing the Star Sea Peak.

Under the immense Star Power, the two principals immediately felt pressure, their bodies sinking slightly at the same time.

“Good, good, truly good.”

Yu Beilin laughed heartily: “I’ll go pull some strings for you and get the Martial Arts Association established!”

Jiang Changkong said, “As long as it can be established, thank you, Principal.”

“Definitely can. With your talent, establishing the Martial Arts Association will also bring great benefits to Jiangcheng.”

Yu Beilin stood up and said, “No time to delay. I’ll set off now. Be patient and wait; there will be news in at most five days.”

“Thank you, Principal,” Jiang Changkong expressed his gratitude again.

Yu Beilin couldn’t hide the smile on his face: “No need to thank me. With talent and doing proper work, the school will support you.

Moreover, the stronger you are, the higher your status, the more beneficial it is for me. The rewards from the Federation then will be enough to make me shine.

Coincidentally, the Martial Arts Exchange Meeting is coming up soon. I’ll take you there then to bring honor to the school.”

Cultivating talent—the Federation would indeed give rewards. The stronger Jiang Changkong was, the higher his status, the more generous the rewards would be.

Not to mention the Martial Arts Association; as long as Jiang Changkong had the capability, even if he wanted a position better than a minor commander, he would support it.

Jiang Changkong said solemnly, “I will certainly live up to expectations.”

After reaching an agreement, Jiang Changkong and Ji Ziling left.

The matter of the Martial Arts Association would be handled by Principal Yu Beilin running around.

His own strength was insufficient to exchange for it with military merits; he had no connections, so only the principal could do it.

Yu Beilin’s network might not be extensive, but combined with his achievements this time, it was eighty percent likely to succeed.

Ji Ziling walked side by side with him and couldn’t help asking, “Why are you so set on becoming the president?”

“Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox. Besides, it also gives the Martial Artists of Jiangcheng a place to go.”

Jiang Changkong said calmly, “Senior, if this succeeds, would you be willing to join the association?”

“How could I refuse a brother’s invitation?” Ji Ziling hooked her arm over his shoulder: “Good brothers, for life.”

Jiang Changkong glanced at her chest. What a pity, she’s a female comrade.

The two returned to the small house, where Pang Yun and the others were eating.

Ying Yanxue was dealing with her own food bowl.

Seeing them return, Pang Yun immediately stood up: “Brother Changkong, let’s fight again.”

Jiang Changkong: “…”

Truly persistent.

“What reward? Is it going to a Major Province?” Ying Yanxue looked up and asked.

“I didn’t ask for a reward. I want to be the president…”

Jiang Changkong explained the matter.

“The Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association?”

The six of them were stunned. They had thought Jiang Changkong was just talking before; they hadn’t expected him to actually go through with it.

“Are you crazy? A minor commander in a Major Province, the Martial Arts Association of a Major Province—even the president of Jiangshui City wouldn’t dare dream of it.”

Fang Lin and Yang Chengan spoke simultaneously.

“Wherever you go, what matters is your own strength. With that strength, what difference does it make where you are?”

Jiang Changkong said calmly, “Senior Yang Chengan, if this succeeds, would you be willing to join the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association?”

Yang Chengan replied without hesitation, “If it succeeds, I would naturally be willing and would strive wholeheartedly for the Martial Arts Association.”

“I’ll join too,” Ying Yanxue declared.

“Can I join?” Pang Yun interjected.

Jiang Changkong was taken aback. “Aren’t you with the Jiangshui City Martial Arts Association?”

Pang Yun pouted. “I’m not valued there, and it’s boring. Sister Ziling says you’re very righteous.”

Ji Ziling’s eyes sparkled as she said with a smile, “Brother Fang Lin, Sister Li Xueyun, will you join?”

The two exchanged glances, hesitating. “We… need to think about it.”

People strive for higher ground, water flows to lower ground.

Everyone wants to climb higher and reach bigger platforms. Jiang Changkong didn’t force the issue.

“Let’s fight again,” Pang Yun urged impatiently.

Jiang Changkong was inclined to refuse, but thinking back to his earlier fight with Wang Peng, he agreed.

Pang Yun was so excited he immediately drew his blade, ready for battle.

Ying Yanxue and the others stepped aside, clearing space for them to fight.

Jiang Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, planning to use a few more moves this time.

“Blazing Desolation Blade.”

From the first move, it was an ultimate technique, its power increased severalfold, far more formidable than before.

Jiang Changkong neither dodged nor avoided it. His sharp eyes clearly saw the trajectory of the blade cutting through the air.

His ears twitched, capturing the sound of the blade slicing through the air and its movement path, all forming a mysterious image in his mind.

The target was his head.

A strange sensation washed over him. Jiang Changkong slowly extended two fingers.

Everyone watched intently, surprised by the two.

As if he had anticipated it, Jiang Changkong stopped his two fingers in place, and the blade came to rest on them.

Clink

The blade halted three inches above his head, just as he had sensed.

Anticipating the enemy’s moves!

Jiang Changkong’s heart surged with excitement. The enhancement of his five senses actually brought such benefits.

His perception of danger had improved countless times over.

“Again.”

Jiang Changkong released the blade and said calmly.

“Alright.” Pang Yun withdrew his blade, stepping back before launching another attack.

This time, he changed his approach, moving like a ghost, his blade creating illusions.

Jiang Changkong’s gaze was sharp. Among the several illusions, the true form was clearly visible.

The waist!

With a single finger strike, he accurately tapped the blade aimed at his waist, releasing a burst of Star Power that sent Pang Yun staggering back.

“This is boring. They’re not on the same level. So boring.”

Ji Ziling said disinterestedly. She might as well go back to her room and read some quality books.

Ying Yanxue nodded in deep agreement. The gap between the two was too vast; Pang Yun was completely outmatched.

An ordinary person would have lost the will to fight long ago, but Pang Yun was clearly no ordinary person.

He fought on despite repeated defeats, determined to defeat his opponent.

To hone his ability to anticipate enemy moves, Jiang Changkong was more than happy to let him taste failure a few more times.

Before long, Ji Ziling and Ying Yanxue took Fang Lin and the others on a tour of the school.

Yang Chengan followed along. Returning to his alma mater, he naturally wanted to take a good look.

Outside the small house, the two continued fighting until Pang Yun was utterly exhausted, lying on the ground gasping for breath.

“Continue tomorrow,” Jiang Changkong said calmly.

“I’ll… continue once I’ve rested,” Pang Yun panted.

“As long as you’re up for it,” Jiang Changkong replied with a faint smile.

After eating, Jiang Changkong continued practicing with Pang Yun.

Late into the night, Jiang Changkong returned to his room, ready to bathe and sleep, when Yang Chengan arrived.

Yang Chengan went straight into the room and took out a glass bottle from his pocket, containing a pool of golden liquid.

Essence: 2000, extract?

Jiang Changkong’s eyebrows twitched. Two thousand? That’s the same amount of Essence as a Star Stone from the mid-stage Star Vault.

Yang Chengan handed it to him: “Here, this is the treasure.”

“What is this?” Jiang Changkong was slightly curious.

Ordinary potions didn’t contain Essence; otherwise, he would have already sought out potions.

“A drop of diluted blood, made into a potion.”

Jiang Changkong: “…”

Diluted blood? Just one drop?

What level was this?

How long had it been, yet it hadn’t dissipated and could still extract Essence? Had it been processed?

“Where did it come from?” Jiang Changkong stared intently at the glass bottle.

A potion made from a single drop of diluted blood contained so much Essence. How vast must the Essence stored within that creature be?

Yang Chengan thought for a moment and said: “It was contested with Wang Peng’s younger brother, from the Martial Arts Association. The specific origin should be the Starlight Distortion Land.”

“Sit down and explain in detail.”

Jiang Changkong quickly invited him to sit.

The Starlight Distortion Land—Pang Yun had mentioned it. For the Martial Arts Exchange Meeting, there were three spots, while the Martial Arts Association had five spots.