Infinite Professions

"Did you hit the jackpot?"

A few people looked at him like this, but they didn’t take it seriously and instead started teasing him.

"So what if you did? What’s with the excitement?"

"Exactly, exactly."

"Looks like old Teng hasn’t had it easy these past few years."

"Calm down; people might think you’re going crazy."

"Tell us, how much did you hit that got you this excited?"

Their words were teasing, and they didn’t take it seriously.

It was natural, after all, they knew Teng Qinglong was previously assigned to Yunlan Star.

What kind of place is Yunlan Star?

A new colonial star that’s been around for less than a thousand years.

Such a godforsaken place can’t have any talented people. If not for this major war, which provided military merit opportunities and Empire compensation, no one would have gotten a special recruitment offer from Xingyi Martial Mansion.

So, seeing Teng Qinglong like this, they didn’t think much of it, assuming he was just having a hard time on Yunlan Star.

But unexpectedly...

"A hundred thousand!"

Teng Qinglong swallowed, barely regaining his composure, and blurted out a number to the group.

"A hundred thousand?"

"I thought it was more, just a hundred thousand... Wait!"

"How much?"

"A hundred thousand!?"

They came to their senses, staring at him, eyes full of shock.

"A hundred thousand!!!"

Teng Qinglong emphasized, trembling as he raised the device, pointing at the virtual image displaying the score leaderboard: "He, he’s the one I recommended."

"..."

"..."

"..."

For a moment, everyone fell silent, unable to speak, just staring dumbfounded at Teng Qinglong.

Are you kidding?

You recommended him?

Where did you find such a recommendation?

This is a monster with over a hundred thousand points!

What does over a hundred thousand points mean?

The previous record was just over fifty thousand, set by the recently ascended Tier Twelve Martial God operating under the title "Eastern Lord," who performed the Nine Yang Dance.

Over fifty thousand points signified the potential to achieve Martial God status.

But what does over a hundred thousand points signify?

They didn’t know, but it surely meant this person had an extraordinary chance of stepping into that realm Martial Artists dream of.

How could such a person appear in a backwater like Yunlan Star and still be specially recommended by Teng Qinglong?

They couldn’t figure it out, utterly confused, feeling like they were in a surreal dream.

No wonder people say, afraid of brothers suffering, afraid of brothers recommending Divine Martial!

"Yes, it’s real!"

Teng Qinglong regained his senses, accepting this enormous surprise.

Over a hundred thousand points!

What kind of fortune is this?

Even at the lowest black market price, one academic credit from Xingyi Academy could be exchanged for a million Imperial Coins.

Now, with nearly a hundred and ten thousand points, exchanging that to Imperial Coins amounts to ten, hundred, thousand... a whopping eleven billion Imperial Coins.

Eleven billion!

Teng Qinglong felt like he couldn’t earn that much in ten lifetimes.

Although he could only get fifty percent, that’s still over fifty thousand academic credits, over five billion Imperial Coins.

This allowed Teng Qinglong, who’d never even hit the lottery a few times, to experience for the first time the feeling of "sudden wealth, overnight riches."

Over five billion, over five billion!

Isn’t that enough for a lifetime?

Next, any training resources he’d like—just buy and use them as he wishes.

Whoever sent him to Yunlan Star in the first place, he wanted to thank them profusely.

Just as Teng Qinglong felt on cloud nine, his whole being floating.

"Wait a minute!"

"How did this guy get over a hundred thousand points?"

"Could some formidable character have appeared in this special recruitment competition?"

"Even so, there’s no way they could have reached over a hundred thousand points."

"Yes, no matter how strong they are, they could at most eliminate everyone else."

"All previous record holders have eliminated until they were the last standing, yet they only reached over fifty thousand points. How exactly did this person get over a hundred thousand? Surely, not everyone else helped him ’farm pigs,’ going through trials to rack up points for him?"

"Something shady is going on; definitely shady!"

"Could it be some noble youngster from a super family came by to experience life?"

"Accidentally stumbled into the Celestial Family..."

Shock turned to skepticism; the Martial Arts Dojo was abuzz with commotion.

"Right!"

The people around Teng Qinglong also snapped back: "What’s going on here?"

Since this special recruitment competition uses a scoring system, the maximum score limit is pretty much set. Unless everyone cooperates to ’farm pigs,’ there’s no way to accumulate scores more than a few tens of thousands.

But that’s impossible. Xingyi Martial Mansion, as a top-notch institution, with tens of thousands of special recruits from different Star Realms and planets, all tomorrow’s leaders, who would cooperate like that, doing such a humiliating ’farming’ act, aside from maybe the Empire’s Crown Prince?

So, this score doesn’t make sense.

"Did he conquer those super difficult trials?"

"Impossible, those trials are simply not meant to be cleared by humans."

"Enough of that talk, why not check it out for yourself?"

"Yes, Divine Martial Celestial Secret must have recordings!"

Amidst the clamor, the group finally awoke, quickly accessing the academy’s network via their personal terminals to watch the competition replay.

Teng Qinglong was among them, fumbling as he operated his device.

But what they saw was...

"To watch this recording, you need to pay ten academic credits and enter the Virtual World. Please connect to the necessary equipment."

The prompt stunned everyone.

"Ten credits?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Why don’t they just rob us?"

"Isn’t the standard price one credit?"

"This clearly shows they don’t want anyone to see it!"

"Shady, definitely shady."

Seeing the price, everyone was incensed, and chaos erupted.

No wonder everyone was like this. At a million each for an academic credit, ten credits meant ten million. Spending ten million just to watch a recording would be a luxury even for Martial Mansion students or even high-tier teachers.