The Education Ministry is very supportive of this event, even actively providing funding.

That's right.

The four major Martial Arts Academies are quite dazzling.

The Class A Wuda follows closely behind.

But the Education Ministry cannot abandon Class B Wuda either.

Geniuses are ultimately rare, and it is the grassroots Martial Artists who maintain Earth's stability, all from B Martial; the students here are numerous and are the cornerstone.

Holding a promotion meeting helps to stimulate the aspiring spirit of the B Martial freshmen.

As the promotion meeting is about to begin, all faculty and students at Zhiwu, under the arrangement of Ning Yutao, are busily preparing the venue.

Zhiwu has been preparing for ten years and is already well-versed.

Moreover, the management of students at Class B Wuda is nothing like the laxity at the four major Martial Arts Academies.

The students here cannot have profound family backgrounds, nor do they have that kind of self-discipline; they are managed very strictly, similar to militarized management, and can only leave school with a leave of absence unless under special circumstances.

B Martial Principal's Office.

Ning Yutao is kneeling on the ground, and in the corner in front of him stands a middle-aged man in a full black robe.

Hei Chen is from the Wet Realm Yangxiang Race.

He is also the master whom Ning Yutao is subservient to.

"Ten years of preparation, the Education Ministry has finally relaxed all vigilance.

"This time, the promotion meeting may have over ten thousand freshmen attending.

"Plus all the faculty and students of Zhiwu, it truly is a perfect slaughter feast, just thinking about it is exhilarating."

Hei Chen's voice is hoarse.

"The master's astute calculations are admirable,"

Ning Yutao's face is filled with humility.

The world despises him as a traitor to the human race.

But what of being a traitor?

If it weren't for defecting to the Yangxiang Race, he would've only been a frustrated Class A Wuda student back then.

It was precisely due to defecting to the Yangxiang Race that he gained a vast amount of cultivation resources.

Graduating as a Fourth-Grade, suppressing even graduates of Class A Wuda.

These years, under the manipulation of the Yangxiang Sect, he has smoothly prepared Zhiwu's development, even giving countless speeches at the Education Ministry, making even leaders of the four major Martial Arts Academies applaud him.

It was the Yangxiang Sect that gave him everything.

"Be sure to ensure the safety of those beheading sacrifices, don't let them die prematurely."

Hei Chen instructed solemnly.

"I understand, even if I die, I cannot let them die. With the herbs sent by the Divine Race, they are about to break through to the fifth grade, making suicide impossible."

Ning Yutao said.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the blood sacrifice, they wouldn't even be worthy of consuming the Palm Eye Race's divine herbs.

"Allowing them to prematurely enjoy the feeling of being fifth-grade moments before their death is all for naught."

Hei Chen sneered.

This couldn't be helped either.

Capturing a fifth-grade live is something the Yangxiang Sect absolutely cannot accomplish.

They can only seize fourth-grade ones and then use a divine herb from the Palm Eye Race to forcibly elevate this group of people to the fifth-grade realm.

Of course, before elevating them, the Yangxiang Sect has already poisoned their bodies.

The Yangxiang Sect needs their fifth-grade blood.

Ning Yutao dared not make a sound.

Who would have thought.

Even beneath the sports field of Zhiwu, there is a secret base of the Yangxiang Sect.

The Fourth-Grade Martial Artists that the Zhenqin Corps is searching everywhere for, are all imprisoned in the basement of Zhiwu.

But unfortunately, even if the Zhenqin Corps is stationed at Zhiwu, they still can't find the door to the basement.

"By the way, how is the recruitment of new followers progressing?"

Hei Chen asked.

"It's ongoing, we are worried the Zhenqin Corps will make Martial Artists become undercover, so we need to be cautious.

"It's not out of the question for the Zhenqin Corps to recruit students from the four major Martial Arts Academies; those guys are very capable, so we have to be careful."

Ning Yutao hurriedly said.

"No matter, it would be better if spies came.

"The Yangxiang Sect's goal of killing these Wuda students is precisely to create panic among grassroots people on Earth, make those ignorant mortals fearful, and deter them from nurturing their offspring into Martial Artists.

"If students from the four major Martial Arts Academies truly infiltrate, it's actually a good thing.

"After all, those responsible for the beheadings will certainly be blood-sacrificed at the same time as the executioners, whether they are spies or not, they will die all the same.

"Students from the four major Martial Arts Academies going to execute meritorious figures of the human race, just thinking about it is delightful."

Hei Chen laughed mockingly.

"Divine Envoy, is there really no problem?

"The sect currently lacks manpower; in case there are indeed spies mixed into this group of new believers, wouldn't the base be exposed?

"Moreover, you can't be watching over Zhiwu at all times; subordinate fears there may be mistakes, it is always better to be cautious."

Ning Yutao said worriedly.

"Even if Fourth-Grade Martial Artists show up, exposure is impossible, and you overestimate a First-Grade Martial Artists' spy abilities.

"If such information can be leaked, then the spy could only be... you!"

Hei Chen coldly stared at Ning Yutao.

"Subordinate will keep the secret even at the cost of death."

Ning Yutao fiercely knocked his head on the ground.

"Hmph, you're overthinking it.

"Even if people from the Zhenqin Corps come to Zhiwu, they won't discover the existence of the base.

"You can guard against spies, but you absolutely cannot delay the date of the blood sacrifice; even if spies infiltrate, it's unacceptable to waste time.

"I am very displeased with your recruitment progress of new believers."

Hei Chen's words were icy, and the killing aura pervaded the office, even causing a crack on the cup on the desk.

"Subordinate will definitely speed up recruitment, speed up recruitment."

Ning Yutao was scared out of his wits.

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