What does ten thousand volus an?
Even if every Martial Academy has already distributed one copy, and every military base above C-level has received one, there are still thousands of books left, gathering dust in the study of this King Tier powerhouse.
The man treated this matter with the sa stubbornness and persistence as Luo Fan, which was the greatest respect for his departed friend.
After waiting for a century, he finally found soone who could recognize the Heaven Tier Technique created by Luo Fan.
At this mont, the man smiled slowly and said:
"Luo Fan, the person you were waiting for has finally appeared after a hundred years."
"If you know this in the afterlife, you should be very happy, right?"
"Who would have thought that in such a small place like Jiangzhou, soone like you would appear again, a kid who can comprehend Origin Convergence. I hope he can live up to expectations and take the last step you couldn't."
"Unfortunately, I don't have much ti left either. I hope I get the chance to see this little guy grow."
...
Su Bai had no idea that soone in the King Tier Realm was paying attention to him.
For the next twenty days, Su Bai imrsed himself in the library, diligently studying the unique talents of a Beast Tar.
Just the first Origin Convergence took a long ti.
Although the system directly awarded it to Su Bai, after reading the book, he realized that he hadn't fully developed the potential of Origin Convergence.
Take the ability to share vitality, for example. The Origin Convergence Su Bai currently mastered didn't possess it.
According to the book, the connection channel between him and his tad beasts wasn't wide enough to transmit vitality.
While Su Bai was cultivating in the library, outside, as ti passed, the excitent for the Hundred Schools Tournant gradually intensified.
Moreover, not long ago, the Myriad Races' fierce beasts attacked the human rear, causing countless student casualties, and the public was outraged. The Hundred Schools Tournant seed to be an outlet for their emotions.
"I heard from the military news that all the proceeds from the Hundred Schools Tournant tickets will beco cultivation resources for the winning students. Watching the tournant is supporting the kids' growth!"
"Let's go! Buy tickets for the Hundred Schools Tournant!"
"My child was killed by those beasts on the Myriad Races Battlefield. I can't personally take up a knife and avenge my child, but I can buy tickets to support these Martial Academy students' cultivation!"
The tickets for the Hundred Schools Tournant went on sale a week in advance, but in just half a day, tens of thousands of tickets for each venue were sold out!
The staff mbers were sweating profusely, holding loudspeakers and shouting, "Folks! The tickets for the Hundred Schools Tournant are sold out! Please go back!"
"Even if you can't watch it live, the Long Nation Military Channel offers a free live broadcast!"
The public was imdiately unhappy. They were part of Long Nation, and Long Nation's children were rcilessly slaughtered by fierce beasts. They also wanted to contribute to the country and these kids!
"Who wants to watch a damn live broadcast! Even if I can't get a seat, give a standing ticket! I won't watch the free broadcast!"
"If there aren't enough tickets, raise the price! Isn't it better for the kids to have more cultivation resources?"
"We ordinary folks can endure hardship, but we must support these kids going to the battlefield!"
"Why is the live broadcast free? Do you think we can't afford it? Tell your leaders, I want to pay the ticket price for the live broadcast!"
The staff mbers looked at the ordinary folks, their faces weathered by the sun, and their expressions were incredibly moving.
Among those claiming not to lack money, truly wealthy people were one in a hundred.
The vast majority were ordinary people earning less than three thousand a month.
A ticket cost five hundred.
For an ordinary person, five hundred yuan could buy a decent set of clothes, but they were reluctant to spend it.
Even though many of their clothes were already washed out, they still wore them.
But when it ca to the righteousness of the human race and supporting the students' cultivation, they were unwavering!
The staff mbers were moved by this emotion, their eyes involuntarily reddening. They held the microphone and advised:
"Folks, we won't charge for the live broadcast. Please consu rationally!"
Suddenly, an Old Man erupted in anger, shouting passionately:
"Rational, my ass! The kids have died on the battlefield, what use is money to us old folks!"
"Hurry, notify your leaders to print more tickets! Let the printer smoke, and I'll reimburse the cost!"
The staff sighed helplessly, unsure how to persuade them, and anxiously said:
"But the audience seats are only so big, there's no way to fit so many people. Folks, please go ho and watch the live broadcast!"
The crowd didn't care about that; they just wanted to buy tickets and contribute to the kids.
"If I can't squeeze in after buying a ticket, that's my own problem, not yours!"
"I hereby declare, I spent five hundred yuan on a ticket because I think it's beautifully designed. Whether I can see the match is none of your business!"
"Go back and print more tickets! Stop yapping here!"
"Don't co out until the printer smokes!"
The Myriad Races invasion was a calamity for the entire human race, and in this catastrophe, no one stood idly by.
Ti flew by, and soon it was the final three-day countdown to the start of the Hundred Schools Tournant.
Su Bai, who was still in the library, suddenly received a call from the Old Principal, summoning all the contestants to the office.
This was the first gathering of the ten contestants in over half a month.
When Su Bai entered the principal's office, the other contestants were already there, and everyone turned their gaze toward Su Bai.
The Old Principal was about to speak when he glanced at Su Bai and felt sothing was off.
Upon closer inspection, the Old Principal's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Su Bai with wide eyes, as if looking at a monster.
"Su Bai, have you advanced to Bronze Mid Tier?"
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The Old Principal was two major realms higher than Su Bai, so he could naturally see through Su Bai's aura fluctuations at a glance.
But how long had it been since Su Bai advanced to Bronze Initial Tier? Less than a month, and he had already advanced to Bronze Mid Tier!
That's why he looked at Su Bai with such shock, even though he knew the answer, he still wanted to hear Su Bai confirm it again.
Hearing the Old Principal's words, so senior students who were initially a bit resentful that Su Bai was the last to arrive at the office also looked at him in disbelief.
Bai Ningbing frowned and said, "Principal, are you mistaken? How is that possible?"
Wang Qingqing echoed, "Yeah, no matter how talented Su Bai is, it's only the first sester of his freshman year. How could he advance so quickly? We seniors are only at Bronze Mid Tier, you must be mistaken, Principal!"
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