Chapter 119: 119. Dormitory (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

119. Chapter 119: Dormitory (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

“Damn…”

Fang Xing caressed the sleek casing of the holographic simulation pod, utterly enchanted: “If you used this divine artifact to play those adult games… imagine how amazing it’d be!”

He lay down inside and activated the virtual pod.

【Beep!】

【Welcome to Lanxing University (Virtual Zone). You may select an assistant spirit!】

A row of light screens appeared; Fang Xing immediately chose a small spirit with blue wings.

The spirit’s eyes instantly brightened, gazing adoringly at Fang Xing: “Master, hello… I am your intelligent assistant… May I have a name?”

“Little Blue!”

Fang Xing said without a shred of creativity: “Are you AI? Give me a full rundown of this place…”

“Little Blue is a subprogram of the Omniscient Brain, serving only you, Master!”

Little Blue fluttered around Fang Xing: “Master, you’ve bound this virtual pod—your future login location is now the ‘Lanxing University Community’… The community features main buildings: Library, Labs, and Combat Arenas…”

“The Library holds the vast majority of Lanxing Federation’s documents, including the latest papers and journals… You may access them according to your clearance level.”

“The Labs can simulate most real-world materials; though unable to conduct cutting-edge experiments, they’re perfectly adequate for teaching.”

“The Combat Arenas are for all students to fight, offering endless scenarios… However, due to technical limits, only those below Golden Core are supported… But mech pilots and psychics may still join.”

Little Blue flew onto Fang Xing’s shoulder and delivered the most tempting line: “And at month-end settlement, if you rank among the top, Lanxing University awards academic credits…”

“Academic credits?”

Fang Xing’s eyes lit up—Lanxing University’s academic credits were indeed valuable.

Unfortunately, he had none.

Most credits were calculated at year-end based on course grades.

‘This is interesting.’

Fang Xing muttered to himself, then called out: “Little Blue, bring up the Combat Arena rankings!”

“Yes, Master.”

Little Blue immediately projected a light screen, names scrolling downward.

【Combat Rank #1, Dark Star, Nine Swords Academy】

【Combat Rank #2, Luo Kai, Holy Armor University】

【Combat Rank #3, Hu Yan Qiu Shui, Lanxing University】

…

He opened a few public battles; his expression turned serious: “Either they’re Wu Gong practitioners at Full Outer Scene, or powerhouse mech pilots, or other high-rank professionals… Climbing the ranks won’t be easy.”

He knew his own limits.

Though his talent was decent, and with a bit of help from his divine advantage, he was among this year’s strongest martial arts students.

But he still lacked accumulated time.

His realm was still Courage!

He could challenge weak Outer Scene practitioners, but these were clearly elite Outer Scene masters—no chance of bluffing.

Students from top-tier universities were clearly stronger than peers at the same level after reaching Outer Scene!

“Good place. I’ll come back once I reach Outer Scene. Let’s go!”

Fang Xing waved his hand and vanished instantly.

…

Several days later.

Fang Xing lay on his bed, staring at the holographic projection of the ‘Freshman Handbook,’ lost in thought: “Lanxing University’s treasury holds so many treasures—Kunpeng blood is barely at the bottom… But to exchange for them, you need academic credits.”

“Unfortunately, I have zero credits…”

It was pitiful: since Su Ye’s Foundation Establishment and departure, no one in Qinglin Market had been able to refine ‘Boiling Blood’ for him, severely slowing his Dragon-Elephant Art progress.

Even with his cultivation avatar, achieving Second-Rank Alchemy would take who-knows-how-long.

Even if he became a Second-Rank Alchemist, he’d still need the ‘Boiling Blood’ formula—which the ‘Ten Thousand Methods Alchemy Scripture’ didn’t contain.

After all, Master Wanfa wasn’t a body cultivator—he only cared about pills that boosted cultivation energy.

“Besides that, the most popular attraction at Lanxing University is the ‘Ten Thousand Spirits Atlas’? Supposedly it greatly aids in comprehending martial arts realms…”

“Too bad, I haven’t officially enrolled yet—this isn’t open yet…”

Fang Xing set down the handbook and scanned his status bar:

【Fourth Realm: Courage (200/200)】

“Courage fully saturated?”

He pressed his third eye, feeling his dantian filled with a swirling, multicolored liquid, craving to overflow.

Yet an invisible membrane blocked it, preventing any escape.

“The fifth martial realm is Outer Scene! It’s the path of spirit influencing matter—step forward, and your power doubles!”

“How does Inner Scene manifest as Outer Scene?”

Inner Scene is martial will!

Will is intangible—how does it become tangible?

Only through a domain!

“My dantian is full, but I haven’t yet comprehended a true domain—so I can’t break through to Outer Scene?”

Fang Xing glanced at other subcategories and found only Dragon Pillar was closest to Master level.

He still needed dozens more proficiency points.

“Once Dragon Pillar reaches Stage Five, I should break through to Outer Scene… No rush.”

Fang Xing lay on his bed, exhaling a long, contented breath.

Compared to the frantic three years of high school, university offered a full ten years of free time—perfect for resting… no, solidifying his martial foundation.

…

Time slipped away unnoticed.

Before he knew it, it was July.

Fang Xing fiddled with his communicator, seeing messages from many familiar faces.

For instance, Song Jingang—he couldn’t get into a top-tier university, but a first-tier one was certain; he’d been accepted into Lanxing Public Security University, and they might see each other often.

Also, Zhong Yuxiu had been accepted into Holy Armor University; Fang Xing suspected her father had used some donation scheme…

Lastly, messages from some high school classmates—all stiff and formal.

Most had enlisted; especially the bio-enhanced classmates—ten years from now, who knew if they’d ever meet again.

“Ouyang Qianqian enlisted too…”

He stared at a text message congratulating him on entering Lanxing University, hesitated, then didn’t reply.

He felt that since he’d gotten into university, his high school classmates now saw him as someone from another world—ridiculous distance, even awe.

“The Federation is like this—evolution, vast rank gaps, naturally create pressure…”

“The only one who can still chat with me is Gu Yun?”

Fang Xing sighed deeply, then received a call: “Hey, A Xing… It’s Xia Long—I’m already in Lanxing!”

“Teacher Xia Long.”

Fang Xing immediately smiled: “Have you already exchanged for the Source Sea-level healing pod access?”

“Exactly. Name a place—we’ll eat and talk…” Xia Long’s voice was rough and cheerful.

A roadside stall.

“Boss! Two skewers, two crates of beer!”

Fang Xing waved to Xia Long across the table: “Teacher, eat your fill—this one’s on me…”

Xia Long looked utterly speechless: “You’re treating me here?”

“Of course—authentic street food, hard to find.”

Fang Xing poured himself a beer with a grin: “Tastes good, right?”

“Whatever. It’s fine. You’re nineteen now—legally an adult under Federation law.”

Xia Long raised his cup, clinking it, yet still felt odd: “Your posture’s so practiced—if I’d caught you doing this two years ago, I’d have beaten you senseless…”

“Hehe…”

Fang Xing smiled silently, then studied Xia Long—he sensed something different today: “Did you… get cured?”

“Yes. Years of chronic illness, gone in a single day…”

Xia Long’s gaze was soft, shimmering: “I’ve resigned from Yucai High. I’m preparing to do something big. Before leaving, I wanted to see you—and wish you a happy nineteenth birthday.”

“…Thank you.”

Fang Xing fell silent for a moment, then asked: “Are you… going to condense a Golden Core?”

“Haha… I wish I could say yes, but I’m still far from condensing a martial Golden Core…”

Xia Long wasn’t embarrassed: “My domain is nearly complete, but I’ve been lethargic for years—I need to replenish my primordial energy, then find one or two Golden Core materials before attempting it…”

He grew enthusiastic, explaining in detail: “Take your path—the Dragon-Tiger Golden Core. First, comprehend Dragon-Tiger essence. Second, elevate it into a Dragon-Tiger Domain, refine it to Outer Scene perfection, then fuse countless martial wills into a single Golden Core… And this step is extremely dangerous—fail once, and you die, even a Source Sea-level healing pod can’t save you… So prepare ‘Return-Yang Water’ in advance—it’s a cosmic rarity that prevents death after failed condensation… If you want a stronger Golden Core, you can absorb special cosmic energies during the process…”

Xia Long explained everything to Fang Xing, as if trying to cram it all into his mind.

It wasn’t just his nature as a teacher—it was repayment.

After all, compared to this Source Sea-level healing opportunity, his past small favors meant nothing.

Fang Xing wouldn’t make Xia Long uncomfortable; he directly poured out all the problems he’d encountered in recent cultivation, gaining many answers.

“I’ve felt my niwan palace complete, yet I still can’t break through to Outer Scene—it seems I’m lacking a bit of domain power.”

His expression turned slightly enlightened.

Beside him, Xia Long nearly spat out his wine.

Haven’t seen him for a while, and this kid’s almost at Outer Scene? Same realm as me?

“No wonder I struggled to give you complete answers to some of your questions. But I don’t recommend you break through now… After the semester starts, your mentor will be assigned—at least a Wu Dao Golden Core-level powerhouse, possibly higher… His guidance will be far more fitting than mine.”

Xia Long said earnestly: “Besides, your current situation is safe—perfect for laying a solid foundation…”

“That’s true…”

Fang Xing nodded, accepting the advice.

Wu Dao foundations should be as profound as possible.

“By the way, Master, since you’re not planning to forge a Golden Core with a big bang, where are you headed?”

Fang Xing suddenly felt a strange premonition.

“I’ve applied to go to the Virtual Space Battlefield…”

Xia Long laughed heartily: “You need to slay plenty of demonic god kin just to exchange for something like ‘Yang Restoration Water’—a cosmic rarity. Besides, there’s still an unresolved regret of mine there. If I don’t settle it before forging my Golden Core, my heart will never be whole.”

“I understand. May your battle be victorious, Master.”

Fang Xing raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.

…

“Yang Restoration Water?”

After parting with Xia Long, Fang Xing returned to his dorm and immediately logged into Blue Star University’s community.

“Little Blue, query the data on ‘Yang Restoration Water.’”

“Yes, Master!”

Little Blue smiled faintly, projecting a screen of light from her eyes.

On the screen was a pale golden liquid sealed inside a transparent glass vial.

【‘Yang Restoration Water’: aids Outer Scene martial artists in condensing their Wu Dao Golden Core; ensures survival upon failure… Exchange cost: 100 credits.】

“So it really is in Blue Star University’s treasury.”

Fang Xing’s gaze sharpened: “100 credits? Ordinary Blue Star students barely earn ten credits a year. To get this, one must be exceptional, work incredibly hard…”

“Little Blue, continue searching for items that aid Golden Core formation—cosmic special energies…”

Fang Xing gave another command.

This time, Little Blue projected far more items.

Countless strange gases appeared one by one.

Among them were viscous crimson liquids in test tubes, and a swirling emerald-green energy, shimmering with internal lightning.

【Cosmic Special Energies: aid martial artists in condensing Wu Dao Golden Cores and enhance Golden Core quality… But absorption requires specialized methods; students are advised against attempting without guidance…】

At the end, there were summaries left by previous students.

Fang Xing scanned the many special energies, finally pausing on one: “Mars Poison—easily formed at the base of volcanoes… Why does this feel so much like the ‘Qianyuan Fire Poison’ I’ve seen?”

His heart stirred, then surged into a storm.

…

The Immortal Cultivation Realm.

“Qianyuan Fire Poison is merely a Foundation Establishment spiritual material. If used to forge a Golden Core… these world’s cultivators are wasting it terribly…”

Fang Xing, clad in silver robes, gazed at the Wan Hua Cauldron before him.

“Open!”

The cauldron trembled, then emitted a strange medicinal fragrance.

Fang Xing repeatedly formed hand seals, channeling spiritual power into the Wan Hua Cauldron, making it shudder.

Streams of light then burst forth.

Inside each stream was a pearl-like ‘Zengyuan Pill’!

“Collect!”

Fang Xing activated the pill-retrieval incantation, gathering the floating pills into his palm.

There, five pearl-like pills lay—two pure white, the other three marked with different black spots.

The most terrifying one had black spots covering nearly half the pill.

Five pills were produced, three failed, and only two were genuine—both of average quality... and this was with the aid of the Wan Hua Cauldron and me refining nothing but this one type of pill day after day.

Fang Xing sighed, re-sealing the five ‘Zengyuan Pills’ back into the Wan Hua Cauldron.

“Would a regular alchemist consider this result proof they’ve mastered the Zengyuan Pill formula?”

“These three pills exceed toxic thresholds—perhaps the Wan Hua Cauldron’s purifying effect can salvage them. The other two could have their toxins further neutralized, becoming toxin-free supreme pills, useful for boosting spiritual power…”

Fang Xing stepped out of the alchemy chamber, thinking silently: “The Tian Gang and Di Sha energies of the cultivation realm seem remarkably similar to the cosmic special energies of the main universe… I might bring back one or two to test—these are treasures worth countless credits.”

Even the lowest-grade ‘Mars Poison’ here would cost 30 credits in the Blue Star University treasury!