Although the credit requirement has been reduced to 5,000 per semester, two free dungeon slots can be given per semester.

Wang Sihai and Qiong Qianli (vice principal of Jiangnan Academy) immediately stiffened.

However, seeing that Jiang Wuyuan's expression remained calm, he didn't say anything more.

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Ruan Yanqing of Zhantian Academy.

He had a gentle appearance and didn't say anything after the initial greeting, but his old acquaintances knew that he was the most ruthless of the four of them when it came to beating people.

This is also related to the geographical location of the Battle Heaven Academy—it is very close to the Abyss.

Every time the abyss erupts, the first to be mobilized, besides the military, are always the students and teachers of the War God Academy.

While drinking tea, Nian Qingfeng glanced at his little apprentice, naturally not missing the expectation hidden in Jiang Wuyuan's seemingly indifferent eyes.

He slightly curled his lips into a smile.

Ruan Yanqing looked at Jiang Wuyuan with gentle eyes: "Student Jiang, I am Ruan Yanqing, the vice principal of Zhantian Academy. On behalf of Zhantian Academy, I invite you to join us."

The War God Academy has a special geographical location, as it is close to the Abyss. Therefore, it can be said that we have a relatively close relationship with the military.

Regarding the conditions for the top three, it seems I cannot promise you any of them.

However, my condition is that the university will double the rewards you receive for every task you complete at our institution, including academic credits.

Additionally, if you choose our university, I will give you a personal gift to welcome you.

Nian Qingfeng raised an eyebrow at Ruan Yanqing, who was trying to gain favor by using the military.

This kid, even after all these years, still prefers to play dirty tricks.

Jiang Wuyuan was not surprised by the conditions at Zhan Tian Academy.

As the only one of the four universities that is closest to military administration, it is naturally different from others.

Even after Ruan Yanqing finished stating her conditions, he almost didn't think twice before speaking.

However, Nian Qingfeng interrupted him.

"Young man from the Ruan family, aren't your conditions a bit lacking? Just a double reward for completing the task? Who are you trying to fool?" Nian Qingfeng glanced at him sideways.

Ruan Yanqing knew that Nian Qingfeng was going to speak up for Jiang Wuyuan, so she immediately smiled and said, "Add to that the perk of a detached single dormitory and the fact that freshmen can join the hunting party, what do you think, Nian Zhizun?"

Nian Qingfeng nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it."

Jiang Wuyuan listened quietly to the opportunity his master had fought for for him: "Thank you, Master and all the seniors. I choose Zhantian Academy."

abyss.

This is what Jiang Wuyuan truly values.

He could obtain everything else through his own abilities, so it didn't matter.

Nian Qingfeng obviously guessed what his disciple wanted, so he took the initiative to get him the opportunity to join the hunting party.

The Hunting Corps is an organization exclusively belonging to the War God Academy and the military.

You can accept quests related to the Abyss and are qualified to enter the Abyss.

Originally, only students in their third year or above and a very small number of outstanding second-year students were qualified to participate at Zhan Tian Academy. Now, Jiang Wuyuan is qualified to join as a freshman.

This is also an affirmation of his abilities.

Seeing that the matter was settled, the other three, though disappointed, politely rose to take their leave: "Since Jiang has chosen Zhan Tian Academy, we'll take our leave now. Of course, if Jiang changes her mind, she can contact us anytime. By the way, can we add each other as friends?"

Faced with the requests of the three seniors, Jiang Wuyuan naturally agreed and extended his bracelet.

Nian Qingfeng and Ruan Yanqing also joined in.

After adding each other as friends, the three said goodbye to Nian Qingfeng and left immediately.

Ruan Yanqing happily took out the admission notice she had prepared beforehand from her spatial ring and handed it to Jiang Wuyuan: "Jiang, welcome to Zhantian Academy. You can be the first to report to Zhantian Academy in a week. I will arrange for someone to show you the academy's various systems and building layout."

See you at school then.

After Ruan Yanqing finished speaking, she also took her leave.

For a moment, only Jiang Wuyuan and Nian Qingfeng remained in the hall.

Jiang Wuyuan put away the admission notice. Seeing that the tea on the table had gone cold, he went to the kitchen to boil another pot.

Nian Qingfeng accepted his disciple's filial piety with a clear conscience: "Disciple, let's go to the training room to practice."

Jiang Wuyuan's eyes flashed: "Okay."

Soon, the two stood in the training room on the third floor.

Jiang Wuyuan held the Devouring Star in his hand, staring intently at Nian Qingfeng in front of him.

"Use all your skills on me except your trump card~"

Jiang Wuyuan nodded.

The first step in snow burial – a snow stroll!

After a period of practice, the Snow Burial Sword Technique, now fully mastered, is even more powerful than before.

The man and the sword moved as lightly and nimbly as snowflakes, leaving afterimages in front of Nian Qingfeng.

"Too slow." Once he entered the realm of swordsmanship, Nian Qingfeng would become extremely serious. "It looks like an Earth-rank sword technique, but you have only barely grasped a little bit of its essence."

Remember, no skill in the world is perfect. What you need to do is develop the most unique strengths of each sword technique, like that move just now—it was fast!

Nian Qingfeng did not use his cultivation, nor did he hold a sword.

However, the sudden chill in the air, the familiar swordsmanship, and the figure whose trajectory was completely unreadable all told Jiang Wuyuan that this was the Snow Burial Sword Technique he had just used.

The chilling sword intent sliced ​​countless tiny wounds across Jiang Wuyuan's body. Though not fatal, they looked quite frightening.

"If you want both speed in swordsmanship and the power that doesn't belong to this swordsmanship, you will naturally not get the best of either."

Jiang Wuyuan suddenly understood; it was as if he had been enlightened in that instant.

Ignoring his wounds, he drew his sword again.

Enjoy a stroll in the snow!