Chapter 105: Can

"Oh? Then what conditions can your Ash Society offer?"

Wu Yuan looked toward a group approaching from nearby, their leader being Wei He, president of the Ash Society.

Unlike the gentle and mild Wu Yuan, Wei He’s aura was overwhelmingly oppressive.

Looking at him felt like sensing the icy chill of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Xu Jingming understood this aura well—it formed naturally from prolonged training in the wilderness and countless kills of ferocious beasts.

"Naturally, ours are better than yours."

Wei He replied coolly, then turned to Xu Jingming:

"Xu Jingming, if you join our Ash Society, you can become acting president immediately."

"Once I graduate, the Ash Society will be yours!"

"Moreover, we offer the same resources as the Meteor Society—no need to worry about that."

Acting president!

Wu Yuan’s heart sank.

That position was indeed better than the offer he had made.

He couldn’t even match it.

After all, the Meteor Society was backed by the Meteor Guild, which had already planned its next president.

Even he, as current president, had no say in it.

Even with an S-rank ability, Xu Jingming could at best become president in the term after next.

He could never assume the position next term, as the Ash Society was offering.

"No way! The Ash Society is going all out!"

Looks like their behind-the-scenes Ash Guild suffered heavy losses and desperately needs fresh blood.

"If Xu Jingming accepts, he’ll probably become the youngest president in Ash Society history!"

"......"

Some of the new students around clearly understood what the position of acting president meant.

Amidst envy and murmurs, some even wished they were Xu Jingming so they could instantly say yes!

"Vice president... acting president..."

After a moment’s pause, Xu Jingming spoke: "I need time to consider. I’ll give you my answer in a few days."

Clubs at Metropolis Magical University were relatively loose organizations; as ordinary members, they weren’t expected to attend activities.

But vice president—or especially acting president—couldn’t be so casual.

He didn’t mind joining a club, but he couldn’t afford to let it consume too much of his time.

In his past life, during university, he had once joined the student union.

He’d even become its chairman in his senior year.

After becoming chairman, a flood of responsibilities consumed most of his personal time.

Now, he wouldn’t repeat that mistake.

"Fine. Here’s my personal number—feel free to contact me if you have any questions about the position."

Wei He, president of the Ash Society, seemed unsurprised and handed Xu Jingming his contact information immediately.

Wu Yuan, president of the Meteor Society, followed suit without delay, exchanging contact details with Xu Jingming.

Before leaving, both Wu Yuan and Wei He also extended club invitations to Song Qiuyun, Liu Wentao, and Qi Dongxia.

After all, they were among the top fifty new students, targets for recruitment.

Of course, the offers to Song Qiuyun and the others were for ordinary member positions—no special treatment.

Faced with invitations from both major clubs, Song Qiuyun and the others didn’t decide immediately, instead promising to consider and reply later.

"Neither the Meteor Society nor the Ash Society seems quite right for me."

Liu Wentao sighed as he watched the two groups depart.

Though both were top-tier clubs, they operated as expedition squads in the wilderness.

For a mental-type adept like him, aiming to become a commander, they offered little practical training value.

"Top clubs aren’t necessarily better—choose what suits you."

Xu Jingming smiled.

Of course, top clubs had immense strength; if possible, joining one was still preferable.

But Liu Wentao’s path—tactical command—was unique.

After parting ways with the two top clubs, Xu Jingming and the others encountered various other clubs along the way, all extending invitations.

At first, he patiently listened to each club’s pitch.

But as more and more recruiters gathered around him, he eventually gave the same reply to all: "I’ll consider it after returning."

Thus, from the stadium podium to the exit—a mere thousand-meter stretch—

The four of them took over twenty minutes to walk, each carrying a pile of club brochures.

To an outsider, it looked like some shopping mall was running a discount promotion.

Yet among these brochures were many clubs that new students dreamed of joining.

"Our school has this many clubs?"

Shaking his head, Xu Jingming shoved all the brochures into his space ring.

He still had time—he’d read them slowly after returning to the dorm.

"Finally out. Let’s go to Qingya Residence."

Xu Jingming, carrying his long spear, led the way.

But after walking only a short distance, he spotted a girl’s figure beside the path.

The girl was stunningly beautiful, though slightly cold and distant.

Her silver-white hair fell to her waist, contrasting beautifully with the pale, slender legs revealed beneath her black short skirt.

She was Jiang Chu, who had left the spectator stand.

She had clearly been waiting for some time; upon seeing Xu Jingming,

her face lit up with delight as she stepped forward with graceful strides, smiling warmly:

"Long time no see, junior."

She emphasized the words "junior" with deliberate tone.

Xu Jingming hadn’t expected to meet Jiang Chu here—he paused briefly, then recovered with a calm smile:

Xu Jingming hadn’t expected to run into Jiang Chu here; after a brief pause, he quickly recovered and smiled faintly:

His delivery of "senior" was perfectly natural, utterly unremarkable—so much so that Jiang Chu herself blinked in surprise.

"Who is this...?" Song Qiuyun’s face showed a hint of confusion.

"She’s Jiang Chu, a senior I met recently in the Yuan Shui Wilderness," Xu Jingming introduced with a smile.

Beside him, Liu Wentao rubbed his eyes, disbelieving.

As a walking encyclopedia, he knew Jiang Chu—a minor celebrity video blogger at Metropolis Magical University.

But she was always aloof, and no one had ever heard of her having any intimate ties with a man.

So what was this faintly tender smile on her face now?

Where was the ice queen? Where was the coldness?

But then again—no wonder. No wonder he’s Ming-ge.

Everyone else who went to the Yuan Shui Wilderness came back dead.

But Ming-ge not only returned safely—he won the heart of a beauty like this.

Where could you even find logic for that?

Everyone else who went to the Source Water Wasteland didn’t come back alive.

But Ming-ge not only returned safely, he also met such a beautiful woman.

Where can you even go to argue your case?