Chapter 53: You Want to Treat Me to a Meal Right Now?

“Starlight Meteorite Iron qualification?”

Ji Ziling and Ying Yanxue stopped their actions simultaneously, while Tang Ruoxi also looked at Chen Hua in astonishment.

Jiang Changkong was somewhat confused—what was Starlight Meteorite Iron?

Chen Hua stiffened his neck, glaring at Zhao Qinghe: “What, do you have the guts to double it again?”

Zhao Qinghe’s old face flushed red, and after holding back for a long while, he finally said, “We can offer it too. You just said it first.”

“Didn’t you say you’d double it? If it’s not double, how dare you even mention it?”

Chen Hua sneered, “Martial Dao geniuses should enter Martial Arts Schools, not Kexiang, where you’d mislead students!”

Zhao Qinghe turned his gaze to Jiang Changkong, who was munching on a steamed bun: “Changkong, the Starlight Meteorite Iron qualification, plus double the cultivation resources—come to our Kexiang.”

Chen Hua immediately followed up, “Come to our Martial Arts School. We have plenty of martial arts techniques for you to learn freely.”

“Um, what exactly is the Starlight Meteorite Iron qualification?” Jiang Changkong asked, puzzled.

“Starlight Meteorite Iron is a miraculous meteorite that can refine the quality of weapons.

Adding a fingernail-sized piece of Starlight Meteorite Iron can raise a weapon within the third tier by one minor grade.”

Zhao Qinghe explained, “Starlight Meteorite Iron is extremely precious. The annual allocation is only about the size of an egg.

It’s competed for by professional Martial Artists from major forces in Jiangcheng, though this competition also requires qualification.

Martial Arts Schools have five qualifications, Kexiang has three, and other companies, corporations, and the military also have some qualifications.”

Jiang Changkong understood—it sounded like Starlight Meteorite Iron was highly valuable.

A fingernail-sized piece could raise a weapon within the third tier by one minor grade.

If an egg-sized piece were added entirely, how much more could it achieve?

At the very least, it would raise it by a full tier, right?

Ji Ziling subtly tugged at him, signaling that it was enough.

“Alright then, I’ll join the Martial Arts School,” Jiang Changkong agreed.

“Did you hear that, Old Zhao? He’s joining our Martial Arts School.”

Chen Hua laughed heartily, somewhat smugly adding, “You can go back to your Kexiang now.”

“Changkong, please reconsider Kexiang,” Zhao Qinghe said reluctantly.

“Principal Zhao, since we all belong to the Federation, why must we distinguish between schools?

In the future, if you have any requests, as long as I can fulfill them, just give me a call. Changkong will never refuse.”

Jiang Changkong quickly added.

He had essentially used Kexiang to his advantage; otherwise, he wouldn’t have secured the Starlight Meteorite Iron qualification. Saying a few kind words cost him nothing.

As for Zhao Qinghe, a vice principal, he likely wouldn’t have much to ask of him, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t turn to Jiang Changkong.

“Very well.”

Zhao Qinghe sighed softly and left with Li Mingde.

Tang Ruoxi stayed behind, still eating steamed buns.

“Changkong, come, sign the admission letter.”

Chen Hua said with a smile.

“Alright.” Jiang Changkong no longer hesitated and signed the admission letter with a flourish.

“The professional Martial Artist evaluation will take place in three days. I’ll take you there.”

Chen Hua added, “Prepare yourself. In two days, you’ll start school early—no need to wait for the official enrollment period.”

For a top student like this, it was best to secure them for the school as soon as possible to avoid complications.

As long as Jiang Changkong hadn’t entered the Martial Arts School for a day, Kexiang wouldn’t give up for a day.

The admission letter wasn’t a mandatory requirement for enrollment—Jiang Changkong could choose not to go.

Once everything was settled, Chen Hua left with the two teachers.

After seeing the three off, Jiang Changkong turned back into the house and paused in surprise. “Where are my steamed buns?”

He had only eaten two of the four steamed buns, and now they were all gone.

There were none left near Ji Ziling and Ying Yanxue either.

“She ate it.” Ying Yanxue wiped the corner of her mouth and calmly pointed at Tang Ruoxi.

Tang Ruoxi froze for a moment. “Clearly, it was you.”

Ji Ziling yawned, feeling a bit drowsy, and said nothing.

Tang Ruoxi looked at the admission letter, then shifted her gaze to Jiang Changkong. “You used me quite well, didn’t you? Are you satisfied now?”

“Ahem, Senior Ruoxi, you must be joking.” Jiang Changkong coughed lightly and forced a dry laugh.

“Fine, I won’t say anything more. If you feel guilty, let me help you forge a weapon once you get the Starlight Meteorite Iron. How about that?”

Tang Ruoxi asked.

Jiang Changkong replied without hesitation, “Of course, no problem. I have complete faith in your skills.”

“That’s right, my dear Ruoxi is amazing at forging weapons,” Ji Ziling chimed in.

Jiang Changkong: “…”

Dear Ruoxi already? Isn’t your progress a bit too fast?

Ying Yanxue, aren’t you going to react?

Tang Ruoxi added, “I’ve already handed Chen Hua over to the Federation Law Enforcement Bureau. He’ll definitely be convicted.”

The Federation Law Enforcement Bureau was responsible for arresting criminals and maintaining public order, somewhat similar to the police stations in his previous life.

“Hopefully, he’ll get the death penalty,” Ji Ziling said.

“That’s impossible. The Martial Arts School will protect him. However, he’ll never become a professional Martial Artist. As for something as valuable as Starlight Meteorite Iron, he can forget about it.”

Tang Ruoxi said softly, “No school would easily give up on a top student.”

The three of them nodded, having expected this outcome.

Losing the chance to become a professional Martial Artist meant forfeiting many benefits. Zhang Hua was probably crying his eyes out by now.

“I’m sleepy. Are you sleepy, dear Ruoxi?”

Ji Ziling yawned again and asked.

“Very sleepy. Last night, the vice-principal kept questioning me all night,” Tang Ruoxi said helplessly.

“Then let’s sleep here together.” Ji Ziling pulled Tang Ruoxi along and went inside to sleep.

Jiang Changkong: “…”

Where am I supposed to sleep?

Forget it, I’ve already slept for so long. I’ll just stay awake.

He turned his gaze to Ying Yanxue, who also had dark circles under her eyes. “Aren’t you sleepy, Senior?”

A hint of delight flashed across Ying Yanxue’s cool expression. “Are you going to treat me to a meal now?”

Jiang Changkong: “…”

I asked if you were sleepy, not about treating you to a meal.

You definitely ate the buns earlier.

He looked at her somewhat speechlessly. “We just had breakfast. I’m going to find Brother Wen first. Let’s have lunch together at noon.”

“I already spoke to Zhou Wen. He’ll order the food. Oh, and here’s your phone.”

Ying Yanxue took a phone out of her pocket and handed it to him.

Alright, you’ve already arranged everything. Jiang Changkong said, “I’ll notify Zhang Xiaoyu and the others. Please hold on until noon, Senior, and we’ll eat together then.”

“I’m not hungry. I was just asking,” Ying Yanxue said with restraint.

Hah, as if I’d believe that.

Jiang Changkong didn’t buy it. This senior might just be a foodie.

“Changkong, there’s something I need to remind you about.”

Ying Yanxue suddenly spoke up.

Jiang Changkong said, “Please go ahead, Senior.”

Ying Yanxue’s expression turned serious. “Your martial arts are very strong. Your Iron Shirt technique can block Star Demons, so the school will definitely be curious. They haven’t said anything now, but once you enroll, they’ll likely bring it up.”

“Do they want to take it by force?” Jiang Changkong’s expression darkened slightly.

“They won’t take it by force. They’ll just discuss it with you and see if you’re willing to share it. If you do, the school won’t let you suffer a loss—they’ll compensate you. If you don’t, the school won’t force you. They don’t lack one or two martial arts techniques.”

Ying Yanxue explained.

Jiang Changkong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they weren’t going to snatch it by force, it was fine. If they tried to take it by force, he’d probably skip the Martial Arts School altogether.

“Alright, I’m off to sleep too. Wake me up for lunch.”

Ying Yanxue got up and went to bed.

Jiang Changkong was momentarily stunned, feeling a bit envious of Ji Ziling.

Surrounded by beauties on both sides, with all those skills for charming girls—what a shame she herself was a girl.

But with both of you going to sleep, I’m left all alone, and it’s pretty boring.

With nothing to do and the bed taken over, Jiang Changkong had no choice but to practice his fist techniques in the courtyard.

He performed Taiji Fist, silent and still, so as not to disturb them.

Yet from inside the room, voices kept drifting out—discussing what could be added to make weapons harder, how to forge armor, and the like.

How strange—weren’t they supposed to be sleeping?