22: en route

"He made the first move, yet you're questioning me? Senior, you're being a bit ridiculous."

Ye Hanmei shook her head. "With your strength, he couldn't possibly be your match. Just in terms of Spiritual Qi alone, you're not on the same Rank."

"Senior, you're being unreasonable. 'Divine Palm'—it sounds like no ordinary technique. Naturally, I gave it my all."

"Hahaha... Divine Palm my foot! It's just the common Tiangang Palm. Level 5, only five strikes."

Jiang Peng walked over at that moment.

He kicked Ye Lingfeng.

Bang!

Ye Lingfeng, who had just survived a narrow escape, was sent flying by the kick, rolling for over a dozen meters.

Blegh!~

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

"Kid, if you dare reach out your hand like that again, I'll kill you."

Ye Lingfeng's eyes darted around in terror. Jiang Peng's cold tone wasn't just a threat, and his cousin, Ye Hanmei, hadn't done a thing to stop him from beginning to end.

At that moment.

Wang Fu stepped forward.

"Everyone disperse. Don't cause trouble, or you'll be expelled from the Academy. Dinner will be served shortly."

With that, the few of them left again.

As Jiang Peng left, he gave Xiao Weiqing a look of approval.

Xiao Weiqing nodded in response.

"Let's head to the back."

The group from Anqiu City moved to the back, leaving the people from Yueshan City with various expressions on their faces.

"Brother Feng, let me treat you."

"No need. Get lost."

Ye Lingfeng's face was gloomy... Half an hour later.

A delicious aroma wafted through the hall.

Staff members pushed in dining tables laden with delicacies.

"Holy cow! Imperial Demon Crab, Roasted Lamb Beast, and what's that fish? I've never seen it before, but it smells amazing."

Li Fangnan stood up and stared at the dishes, drooling.

"Man, I wasn't hungry at first, but smelling this is starving me to death."

Ning Xing said, "Don't even mention it. I'm hungry too. I was so excited this morning that I didn't even eat breakfast."

*Grumble... grumble...*

"See? My stomach is protesting. Did any of you bring any food?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Da Wei."

"What's up, Brother Qing?"

"Go to Senior Jiang's aircraft and bring our bags over."

Zhang Dawei suddenly remembered. "Oh right, food! We brought food! Hold on."

After saying that.

Zhang Dawei hurried away.

Five minutes later, he returned carrying a large bag in each hand.

"Here."

Zhang Dawei took out his and Xiao Weiqing's clothes, then started pulling things out of the bags.

"Damn, Zhang Dawei, did you bring a whole supermarket with you?"

Everyone watched as Zhang Dawei emptied the two bags, creating a small mountain of food.

The group from Anqiu City quickly formed two circles around it.

"Zhang Dawei, you and Xiao Weiqing brought this much food for a trip?"

Zhang Dawei laughed as he handed out the food.

"Not exactly."

"Before the Extraordinary Awakening, there was some money left in the subsidy account provided by Great Xia. Brother Qing and I just decided to buy food and stock up. You know, for people like us, if we hadn't obtained a good talent, we wouldn't know where we'd be today. Even having a meal would be a problem."

"We just didn't expect that both Brother Qing and I would get Level 3 Arts. Hehe..."

"So, based on the principle of not wasting anything, we brought this food along. Sorry for the embarrassment."

Zhang Dawei felt a bit embarrassed after saying that.

Xiao Weiqing, however, was calm. He said softly, "Since it's just emergency rations, we didn't buy anything fancy, but it's filling. Please don't mind."

"Hey, who would mind at a time like this?"

"Exactly. This is like a godsend."

Zhang Dawei continued distributing rations. "Li Fangnan, don't exaggerate."

"Grab the rest yourselves."

Xiao Weiqing reached for two pieces of bread and handed them to Wei Lan.

"Thank you, Brother Qing."

"Mmm, it's good."

Xiao Weiqing also picked up a pack of compressed biscuits and started eating.

"I'm a bit thirsty. Is there no water?"

Zhang Dawei scratched his head. "Sorry, water is too heavy and takes up too much space. We only have two bottles. You have some first."

"No need. Fan Ming, give us some water."

The young man called Fan Ming said helplessly, "Bro, my Rain Call is only Level 2. Besides, we don't have a basin to catch the water."

"I'll open my mouth; just aim carefully."

Fan Ming shook his head. "No, I can't do it. You think too highly of me."

"My Extraordinary Talent is a Level 2 'Art', Rain Call. I've only just started Cultivating; how could I manage such precise control?"

Zhang Dawei said, "It's okay, let me try. I have Water Manipulation."

"Oh? Is that so? Alright then, let's try."

Fan Ming formed a sword finger with his left hand and shouted softly, "Rain!"

Rain suddenly began to fall from thin air above their heads. The area wasn't large, only about two or three square meters.

Just as the rain was about to fall, Zhang Dawei's ten fingers moved in unison.

The tiny raindrops continuously gathered into small water spheres.

"Hurry up! Open your mouths if you want water. If my Spiritual Qi runs out, it'll all spill."

"Da Wei, give me a sip," Li Fangnan said.

"Alright, here it comes!" The water sphere turned into a stream and shot into Li Fangnan's mouth.

Li Fangnan swallowed it in one gulp. "Cough, cough..."

"Da Wei, that was too deep! Just getting it into my mouth is enough; I can swallow it myself."

"Sorry, sorry. I was just trying to get it done in one go."

"Da Wei, give me a sip too."

Zhang Dawei gathered the rainwater and continuously fed the Anqiu City Trainees.

Xiao Weiqing took the bread wrapper that Wei Lan had torn open. His fingertips heated up, and with a pinch, he resealed the bag, leaving only a small opening.

"Da Wei, some water."

"Sure thing, Brother Qing."

Xiao Weiqing caught the water and handed it to Wei Lan.

"Thank you, Brother Qing. You drink some too," Wei Lan said sweetly.

"You drink first. I'm not in a hurry."

"Huh?"

"Zhang Dawei, why is my water so little?"

Zhang Dawei replied, "Don't ask me. I don't produce water; I'm just a porter."

Everyone's gaze turned to Fan Ming.

Fan Ming was panting on the side. "No, I can't... I'm out. Not a single drop left. Let me rest a bit."

"Haha... let Fan Ming rest for a while."

"A man should never say he can't. Come here, I'll replenish your Qi." A girl reached out and placed her hand on Fan Ming's shoulder.

Visible streams of Spiritual Qi flowed from the girl's hand into Fan Ming's body.

This girl's Extraordinary Talent was clearly an auxiliary-type Spirit.

Fan Ming's complexion immediately improved.

"Sigh, what a hard life I have."

Fan Ming sat up again. "Rain, come!"

Next was feeding time again.

By the time everyone had water, Fan Ming had completely collapsed, and even the girl who had transferred Qi earlier looked a bit pale.

Zhang Dawei was doing alright; he'd spent some energy, but it wasn't a big deal.

Xiao Weiqing thought to himself, "It seems that Arts that create something from nothing consume more Spiritual Qi than manipulation-type Arts like Zhang Dawei's."