Of course, every idol selected according to that girl’s criteria would become a star of the College of Economics and Trade. Among the upperclassmen, most of the so-called campus heartthrobs held positions in the Disciplinary Committee.


    "Ah, it’s a pity I have to live off-campus. It would be great to join the Disciplinary Committee—so many beautiful girls… What a shame."


    Yun Yi stomped his feet, clutching his chest in exaggerated sorrow, inwardly lamenting. Looking at the long line of students waiting for their martial arts assessment, he felt even more helpless.


    According to the school’s regulations, even if you didn’t intend to join the Disciplinary Committee, you still had to undergo a martial arts assessment. This allowed the school to keep track of each student’s martial arts level.


    "Wow, that guy in front is actually at Level 7…"


    "That’s amazing. He looks like a freshman just like us."


    "I wonder how he trained to reach Level 7 already."


    "Level 7? That’s nothing. During the assessment for Class 2 this morning, there was a Level 8 girl."


    "What? Level 8! No way!"


    "Absolutely impossible. If someone had Level 8 martial arts skills, their talent would be off the charts. They’d definitely go to a military academy. If their family had a title of earl or higher, they could even get into the Royal Academy."


    "How is that impossible? I heard it from a friend who saw it with his own eyes. But apparently, that girl didn’t want to join the Disciplinary Committee, and the school didn’t force her…"


    Listening to the conversations around him, Yun Yi was shocked. He hadn’t expected a non-military institution like this to have such hidden talents. After all, Yun Yi had only reached Level 8 mid-stage thanks to the mysterious ancestral necklace he possessed.


    But upon further reflection, it made sense. Children from noble families, if they had exceptional talent, a good cultivation technique, and started training from a young age, could easily reach Level 8, or even Levels 9 or 10.


    "It seems I still have a lot of work to do… But this is good. It means I won’t stand out too much."


    When it was Yun Yi’s turn, under the guidance of the teachers, he lay down on a metal bed. Soon, several devices connected by wires were attached to his body.


    "Don’t be nervous or scared. The electric current will stimulate the internal energy in your body, causing it to circulate automatically. Once we’re done with the assessment, you can withdraw your energy."


    Hearing the teacher’s explanation, Yun Yi nodded, indicating he was ready.


    Yun Yi had heard about this type of electric stimulation assessment before. It was said to activate the maximum internal energy in a person’s body, preventing those with ulterior motives from hiding their true strength.


    As the teacher turned on the machine, a faint, tingling electric current flowed through the wires into Yun Yi’s body. Under the stimulation of the current, the energy stored in his dantian began to churn, flowing through the meridians he used during his daily cultivation.


    After a minute, all of Yun Yi’s internal energy had been mobilized.


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    "Level 7! Another Level 7!"


    The teacher, wearing a look of surprise, exchanged a few words with the other teachers before turning to Yun Yi. "Alright, student, you can withdraw your energy now."


    The current was cut off, and Yun Yi slowly calmed his internal energy.


    "So the assessment showed Level 7. It seems the damage from switching to the ''Haoqi Zheng Tian Jue'' hasn’t fully recovered yet."


    It had been three months since Yun Yi switched to the ''Haoqi Zheng Tian Jue,'' and reaching Level 7 again was already an incredibly fast recovery. According to ancient records, it usually took at least a year to return to normal. Based on his current recovery speed, Yun Yi estimated that in another two or three months, he would be back to his previous Level 8 mid-stage.


    "Student, would you like to join the Disciplinary Committee and contribute to the safety of the school?"


    As soon as Yun Yi got off the metal bed, a senior member of the Disciplinary Committee who had been waiting nearby approached him. For someone like Yun Yi, who was three or four levels above the average student, the Disciplinary Committee naturally wouldn’t let him go easily.


    However, Yun Yi lived off-campus and wouldn’t have time to fulfill the duties of the Disciplinary Committee. He replied apologetically, "I’m sorry, but due to family reasons, the principal has allowed me to live off-campus. I’m afraid I won’t have the opportunity to work with you."


    "Ah…" The student’s face showed a hint of disappointment, but he still smiled. "That’s a shame. This year, for some reason, that Level 8 girl from this morning also lives off-campus."


    For some reason, Yun Yi’s mind flashed to the timid girl from a few days ago. But then he laughed at himself. If that girl had Level 8 martial arts skills, how could she have been intimidated by a student who was at most Level 3 or 4?


    "In that case," the student said warmly, "even if you can’t join the Disciplinary Committee, I hope that as a member of the school, you’ll step in if you see any students breaking the rules. Of course, please don’t go too hard on them—after all, this is a school."


    Yun Yi nodded. "Don’t worry, senior. If I come across such a situation, I won’t ignore it."


    After recording Yun Yi’s name, class, and level, the senior from the Disciplinary Committee went to observe the other students.


    As Yun Yi walked out of the assessment hall, he suddenly slapped his forehead. "Ah, I forgot to ask that Level 8 girl’s name. I was thinking of finding her for a sparring session sometime. What a pity… It’s been so long since I’ve sparred with someone as skilled as Suolong." Looking back at the crowded assessment hall, Yun Yi shook his head. "Forget it. If I get the chance later, I’ll ask her for advice."


    "Hey, Yun Yi."


    A few figures stood outside the assessment hall, waving at Yun Yi as he walked out.


    "Chris, Omir, and Yang Yue’er… What are you all doing here?"


    Yun Yi looked at them in surprise. These were his classmates, and while they had exchanged a few words before, they weren’t close. Aside from the three he named, there were two others whose names he hadn’t even remembered.


    Chris, a red-haired young man, strode forward with a hearty laugh. "We’ve been waiting for you, Level 7 expert."


    Omir, dressed in a white robe, cape, and headband—an extremely rare outfit in the Empire—was the reason Yun Yi remembered his name. He was said to be from the distant United Emirates of Kalzarin, here to study economics and trade, and was supposedly the prince of some tribe.


    Aside from Omir, Yun Yi didn’t know the backgrounds of the others. But from their slightly haughty demeanor, it wasn’t hard to guess that they came from noble families.


    Yang Yue’er walked up to Chris’s side, smiling sweetly. "Big expert, we’ve been waiting for you for so long. Aren’t you going to say anything?"


    There was no denying that Yang Yue’er, with her sweet looks and crescent-shaped eyes when she smiled, was very cute.


    "What big expert? I’m only Level 7," Yun Yi said with a slight smile, wondering what their purpose was.


    Omir walked up to him and said, "Martial arts are too hard to cultivate. Even with family techniques or guidance from experts, it’s difficult for us to break through Level 6. Yet you’ve reached Level 7. We’re truly impressed."


    Omir, who came from Kalzarin, was said to be a descendant of the ancient Arabs on Earth. Their personalities and attire had remained unchanged for thousands of years, just like their ancestors.


    Yun Yi smiled warmly and asked, "You all waited for me… Is there something you need?"


    "Can’t we just want to hang out with you?" Chris said, his hands in his pockets, still wearing that hearty smile. "Actually, there’s nothing special. As classmates, we just wanted to get to know you better." He turned to the other classmates and said in a tone that brooked no argument, "Since we don’t have classes today and no one’s had lunch yet, let’s go. School cafeteria—my treat."


    The other classmates immediately agreed, dragging Yun Yi along to the school cafeteria without giving him a chance to refuse.


    Sensing the genuine friendliness from Chris and the others, Yun Yi didn’t resist. For him, if they were sincere, gaining the friendship of a few classmates was exactly what he wanted.