Chapter 100: 100. The White Moonlight (In Honor of Ally Adrianfufu)

100. Chapter 100: The White Moonlight (In Honor of Ally Adrianfufu)

Maple City.

Happy Home Community.

Lan Fei stepped out first and opened the car door.

Fang Xing stepped out, gazing at the building where his home was, feeling as if he had crossed a lifetime.

Spending these days with Lan Fei had, in a small way, fulfilled the original owner’s dream.

I have to say, Lan Fei's body proportions are absolutely amazing, and he also really enjoys learning foreign languages from Teacher Lan Fei.

“Lan Fei…”

At this moment, Fang Xing looked at Lan Fei: “I only have enough room for myself.”

“Please don’t worry, Fang classmate—the Giant God Group has already purchased all property rights to this community; if you wish, you may transfer them to your name at any time…”

Lan Fei adjusted her glasses: “I can live next door, or above or below you—I won’t disturb you at all.”

“That’s a thoughtful arrangement.”

Fang Xing was speechless; on the way here, he had checked and knew the Giant God Group was a federation energy giant with immense influence, even said to control the massive Martial Arts Association.

But he hadn’t expected a mere Yin Huanzhen to wield such power.

Still, compared to kidnapping Lan Fei as a secretary, buying an entire community was nothing.

“By the way, why did you agree to work for the Giant God Group?”

Fang Xing was curious.

Lan Fei’s original life should have been quite good.

“For higher pursuits… the company promised me resources to break through to Outer Scenery, plus advanced gene surgery…”

Lan Fei smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear: “And… I’m very interested in you, Fang classmate. You’re the most talented and most famous student I’ve ever taught…”

“I see.”

Fang Xing nodded, returned to his home, and closed the door.

He took out his phone and contacted everyone who had messaged him.

Like Gu Yun, Xia Long, Principal Lu Guangming, and Ouyang Qianqian, among others…

…

September 1st.

The sky was clear, the air crisp, not a single cloud in sight.

Fang Xing grabbed his backpack and stepped out the door.

Lan Fei was already waiting at the entrance, beside her a hovering small car: “Good morning. Would you like to use the car?”

“No need. If I ride with you to school, the boys will be jealous to death…”

Fang Xing shook his head.

He didn’t particularly like fame—he preferred quiet cultivation.

Walking again along the riverside street, he felt a pang of regret—he hadn’t seen Jing Xia walking her dog.

He walked to the end and arrived at Yucai High School.

Fang Xing once again became the center of attention; students from all grades—freshmen, sophomores, and seniors—stared at him with various expressions.

Fortunately, he had prepared himself mentally, walked calmly through the school gates, and approached a sophomore who still looked youthful: “How was your summer?”

“Not bad…”

Gu Yun looked at Fang Xing, her eyes filled with defeat: “I can’t keep up with your shadow anymore…”

Despite grueling summer training, she still hadn’t broken through to Jade Purity.

Even if she perfected the Second Stage, achieving a flawless physique, it still didn’t guarantee immediate internal qi cultivation.

Fang Xing had known this, which was why he directly used the Primordial Pill to break through.

Gu Yun being stuck here was normal.

Under normal circumstances, she still had two full years—sophomore and senior—to break through before the college entrance exam; she would surely achieve the Third Martial Stage!

Then, combined with academic performance, martial progress, and so on… she had a real chance at university, even elite ones!

As for top-tier? Almost no hope.

Still, Gu Yun felt her talent was inferior, that compared to Fang Xing, she was worthless.

“What I have now comes entirely from relentless effort. Keep going!”

Fang Xing patted Gu Yun’s pumpkin head and smiled gently.

He remembered he owed her a favor from when he had distributed cultivation items on the black market, so he added: “If you have time this semester, I can tutor you…”

After saying goodbye to Gu Yun, he entered his classroom, staring at the sign for Senior Class (2), his expression wistful.

“Fang Xing’s here?”

As he stepped in, many classmates screamed.

Qian Xun’s face flushed red as she rushed over with a black notebook: “Fang Xing, you’re amazing! Can you sign this?”

“Sure. But why so many?”

Fang Xing nodded, then looked at the pile of papers Qian Xun handed him—he felt he’d been tricked.

He glanced around and saw Ouyang Qianqian and Bai Lang also approaching. But Liu Wei and Bai Lianyi were still missing.

Before class began, he noticed Cole was absent too.

“What happened to Cole?”

He asked Bai Lang beside him.

“Cole’s family had a disaster. His grades plummeted, and after the teachers declared he had no potential, he gave up and dropped out of senior year to enlist directly…”

Bai Lang, who had been close to Cole, knew his whereabouts.

“Drop out in senior year to enlist? Hmm… as long as you’re of age.” Fang Xing sighed, thinking of his own birthday.

“Cole was actually pretty good. His family knew someone in the conscription office and found out the Space Force had a few openings here, so they got him in immediately… The benefits are decent, at least he won’t be sent to the Secret Realm units.”

Bai Lang shuddered at the mention of Secret Realm units—after learning so much about them in sophomore year, they all knew how terrifying those units were!

Not only were battles frequent, but they had no tech weapon support and had to face enemies one major stage higher—cultivated servants of the Outer Gods!

The only good news was that the Federation, through research on space bubbles, had suppressed the Outer Gods’ numbers under the “quantity” rule, giving them a manpower advantage.

“Getting into the Space Force might mean retiring safely without ever seeing combat. That’s pretty good…”

“Not just that—apparently Qian Xun’s family is trying to get her into the Public Security Bureau to avoid conscription entirely…”

“Lilith’s family has fewer connections, so they’re trying the Disease Prevention Bureau—but that means dealing with cultists of the Outer Gods, far more dangerous…”

Fang Xing nodded. He could only say kids in the interstellar age matured early.

By senior year, everyone was already seeking an escape route.

Especially those with no hope of college.

Ding ding ding!

At that moment, the class bell rang.

A middle-aged teacher with black-rimmed glasses, white hair, and an age of forty or fifty appeared: “Hello, students. I’m your senior humanities teacher—my surname is Xu…”

“What’s going on? Where’s Lan Fei?”

Bai Lang immediately wailed.

“Lan Fei has resigned from her teaching position due to personal reasons…” Teacher Xu replied stiffly: “Alright, students, let’s begin class. Please turn to page…”

…

After a dull, tedious day of classes, Fang Xing went straight to find Xia Long.

Xia Long lived on campus, in a two-story villa.

As Fang Xing entered, he saw Xia Long practicing with a long spear.

The spear was forged entirely from an alloy, glowing with a bronze sheen; its tip bore deep blood grooves, still caked with dark stains and grime…

BOOM!

He thrust the spear like a dragon—the piercing sharpness rivaled even the Second-Rank Spirit Blade, Qinghong Sword!

SSSHHH!

Around them, thin strands of silver-white lightning began gathering, turning the area into a forest of silver thunder.

Time passed—how long, no one knew. Xia Long sheathed his spear: “Watched this long—how much did you learn?”

“Teacher’s spear technique is definitely S-class!”

Fang Xing affirmed.

“Heh, I once used this exact technique to slay eighteen high-ranking servants in the Secret Realm, then joined my comrades to surround and kill the Lower-Class Servant, ‘Eye of the Moon’…”

Xia Long seemed to recall something; his earlier passion drained into gloom: “It was in that battle I was wounded and retired. Physical injuries heal easily—spiritual wounds are far harder to mend.”

“Teacher, you’re a natural human—did you go to the Secret Realm?” Fang Xing asked.

“What? You think Secret Realm units are all cannon fodder?” Xia Long glanced sideways at his bio-engineered student: “There are plenty of martial geniuses who voluntarily join the Secret Realm units to hone their cultivation through bloodshed—it’s all for humanity’s greater good. If the Void Space defenses collapsed, do you think the rear could remain this peaceful?”

“True enough.”

o￠O

Fang Xing nodded: “By the way, Teacher, I’d like to talk about special recruitment.”

ZOOO!

Xia Long casually tossed the bronze spear—it flew like a dragon, embedding itself fully into a nearby metal wall, the entire tip vanished inside, only the shaft still trembling.

Each vibration sent out gusts of wind that made Fang Xing’s expression turn grave.

“Special admission… Since you became famous after the Hundred-Star Entrance Exam, many universities have sent out special admission offers… though, of course, it ultimately depends on your wishes.”

Xia Long grabbed a towel at random and wiped the sweat from his face: “The best options right now are three top-tier schools—Wuyue University, Star River Academy, and White Tower University.”

“Of these, Wuyue University specializes in cultivating warriors; its Martial Arts Department is the strongest, and it offers the best terms—no need for you to take the Gaokao, they admit you directly, plus they offer scholarships.”

Xia Long said: “Star River Academy’s Mecha Department is the strongest, but its Martial Arts Department is also formidable; they place greater emphasis on humanities scores, so you must take the Gaokao and reach a certain cutoff score to be admitted…”

“Finally, White Tower University… this school primarily researches psychic abilities, secret arts, cosmic phenomena, and other such nonsense; its departments don’t differ much, but it’s still a top-tier institution—you must pass their exclusive assessment before they determine your benefits.”

…

As for second-tier schools like Jewel Academy, Xia Long didn’t even mention them.

Although, for the old Yucai High School, producing even one college student would have been worth boasting about for years…

“Aren’t there any ultra-top universities?”

Fang Xing sighed.

“Who do you think you are?” Xia Long sneered. “There are only three ultra-top schools: Blue Star University, Holy Armor University, and Nine Sword Academy. Their admission standards rise every year—when it comes to the Martial Arts Department, this year’s entrance exam threshold is likely to be Martial Arts Realm Four!”