At the end of the corridor.

Ye Dingtian was dressed in a sharp suit, his head slightly bowed, as if he were standing there waiting for someone.

Wu Yong's tongue froze in mid-air.

Besides the deep, resonant voice still faintly echoing in the corridor.

The entire corridor was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

If there's anything more embarrassing than being caught gossiping behind someone's back...

It's basically like this: you think you're talking badly about someone behind their back, but it turns out they're right behind you and heard everything.

What's even more awkward is that this person is your homeroom teacher's direct superior, and also someone with considerable influence across the four provinces.

This cannot be blamed on Shen Yi; he is also pondering the reasons.

Of course, Wu Yong can't be blamed either.

If anyone's to blame, it's the person who designed this corridor; they just happened to have a corner in there.

Wu Yong silently made the sign of the cross in his mind, hoping that he wouldn't suffer too much when he was torn apart.

"Chen Yi".

Ye Dingtian broke the silence by speaking first.

He didn't seem to care about Wu Yong's earlier remarks.

"The instance will open three days before Jiangnan No.1 High School enters."

"After the students of Jiangnan No.1 High School entered the dungeon, you, as one of them, became the number one in the dungeon rankings in just two days."

"I'm a little curious, how did you do that?"

In just two days, they became number one?

Wu Yong was stunned for a moment.

He certainly didn't know that; at the time, Wu Yong was still frantically hunting monsters in the dungeon.

But this did not prevent him from having his perception refreshed once again by Shen Yi's performance.

In just two days, he went from a level one professional to completely crushing all the other professionals in Jiangdong who had already participated in the dungeon once.

Even Sun Jitian and him.

"Our teacher is excellent," Shen Yi said without batting an eye.

Ye Dingtian's lips twitched slightly, and he nodded a little. "Your profession is a necromancer. Achieving this result is not easy, and it can even be said to be... unbelievable."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yong's body tensed instantly!

Shen Yi also lowered his head.

"General Ye is too kind. I am only ranked thirty-five. I am not even worth mentioning."

"Who said you ranked thirty-fifth?"

"But on the dungeon leaderboard, I'm ranked thirty-fifth."

“Those results are fake; I rigged them,” Ye Dingtian said calmly. “I asked a certain sorcerer to lock your contribution points.”

Shen Yi then raised his head and looked at Ye Dingtian.

"But that's not what you just said."

There are no errors or omissions in the dungeon leaderboard.

This was said by Ye Dingtian in front of everyone.

Ye Dingtian then revealed a slight smile, "I did say that, and it's true."

"But... the dungeon leaderboard you see isn't the real score."

The grades are correct, but the ones I showed you were altered; they're fake.

Wu Yong was dumbfounded. This was ridiculous! They could play these kinds of word games? Just...play?

Ye Dingtian stared intently at Shen Yi, as if trying to see right through him.

He then slowly opened his mouth.

“You don’t seem surprised by this.”

"The results are out, and whatever the reason, the matter is over." Shen Yi thought for a moment, "Besides, I don't care about these things."

Ye Dingtian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by Shen Yi's answer.

"You are truly special."

"Most legendary professionals achieve fame at a young age, either by soloing a dungeon boss, successfully challenging a high-difficulty dungeon, becoming invincible among their own level, or even challenging opponents of higher levels."

"And you don't care about these things..." Ye Dingtian paused, then looked at Shen Yi, "As far as I know, your background is somewhat special."

"I'm a little curious, if you don't even care about this, what would care about you?"

Shen Yi was stunned for a moment.

No one had ever asked him that question before.

He didn't know what Ye Dingtian's purpose was in asking him this question, but he understood that he had to honestly follow his heart.

He couldn't explain why, but his intuition told Shen Yi that this was the best course of action.

Shen Yi lowered his head slightly, pondered for a long time, and countless thoughts passed through his mind.

Friends, comrades, let's explore the many secrets of this world.

Or perhaps he is exploring why the necromancer he awakened is completely different from the necromancers before him.

He finally raised his head.

"It seems you're ready to answer my question."

Shen Yi nodded. "Strength."

"Oh?" Ye Dingtian narrowed his eyes. "What you care about most... is your strength?"

This was an answer that surprised him slightly.

I'd like to know your explanation.

“It’s very simple,” Shen Yi paused, “Whatever I want to do, I need strength as a foundation.”

"Without real strength, everything is just empty talk, castles in the air, and a mirage."

"Of course, this is only my side of the story. As for how you see me... that's your own problem."

Shen Yi took a deep breath. "However, this is my answer."

Ye Dingtian looked directly into Chen Yi's eyes, "What if gaining strength comes at a price?"

"That depends on the price."

Shen Yi smiled and said, "I won't do anything against my conscience. A person should live a life that is true to their conscience."

"Hahaha, well said!"

A rough and loud voice rang out.

Shen Yi and Wu Yong were stunned for a moment.

Turning my head, I saw an elderly man with white hair appear at the door.

He was muscular and strong, with bulging muscles all over his body. His hair was somewhat unkempt, and his beard looked like it hadn't been groomed for years, all messy and disheveled.

His clothes were somewhat tattered, but thankfully there was no unpleasant odor emanating from him, though it couldn't be certain whether it was masked by the smell of alcohol.

The white-haired old man looked at Shen Yi, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Kid, you're just my type!"

"The most important thing in life is to become stronger; everything else is secondary!"

"Hey Xiaoyezi, aren't you satisfied with this perfect answer?"

The old man pursed his lips when he saw that Ye Dingtian didn't speak.

"You've always been one to overthink things!"

He even casually put his arm around Ye Dingtian's shoulder, as if they were quite familiar with each other.

Ye Dingtian asked helplessly, "Elder Xing... how much did you drink?"

"Not many, not many!"

Old Xing chuckled, "Liquor is the essence of grain; the more you drink, the younger you become!"

Ye Dingtian sighed, seemingly having no way to deal with Elder Xing.

Seeing this, Shen Yi was slightly surprised.

Who is Ye Dingtian?

Head of the Ye family, and Chief of the Jiangdong School Alliance!

But in front of this old man, he acted like a junior!

Who exactly is this Mr. Xing?

"Brother Yi...he...you don't even know him?!"

Wu Yong's mouth was wide open; it could even fit two eggs inside.

"This is Elder Xing!"

"The only blacksmith in our Great Xia Dynasty who has reached level 80 or above!"

Shen Yi finally remembered.

Great Xia’s divine craftsman, Star Iron!