Chuan Province Martial University, Martial Arts Practice Field.
All the freshmen gathered here, chatting with one another.
The previous challenge was about the environment for cultivation, while today's mentor selection will determine future development directions.
Even the weakest mentor at a top-tier school like Chuan Province Martial University has a cultivation level above third grade.
Moreover, such third graders must certainly possess unique secret techniques.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to stand out in Martial University, filled with geniuses. After all, if the students are far stronger than the teachers, it's difficult for the teachers to be convincing, and losing face is the least of their worries.
"Boss, which mentor do you plan to choose?" Cheng Jinjin had been squatting outside the Martial Arts Practice Field early, and eagerly approached when he saw Luo Yu's figure coming.
Luo Yu shook his head.
"Haven't decided yet."
In fact, with the personal teachings from an old sage and the guidance of the essence from over a hundred gods, he really didn't need to take any masters.
"Haven't decided yet," Cheng Jinjin said anxiously, "The popular mentors are in high demand, and if you can learn their signature secret techniques, it's a major combat tool that significantly enhances your combat power."
After speaking in haste, Cheng Jinjin regretted it.
He was in that situation, but it didn't mean the boss was!
Given his talent, did he need to compete for mentors with others? Did he need the approval of mentors? Just by saying he wanted to be a disciple, those mentors would probably fight to take him in.
Luo Yu patted Little Fatty on the shoulder.
"Whichever mentor you want to follow, I'll help you talk to them later."
Luo Yu was someone who didn't treat his own people poorly. He could be ruthless to his enemies, but there was no need to be cold to his own people.
He believed that the mentors would give him face because of his situation.
Little Fatty said excitedly, "Thank you, Boss, but you are so awesome, I can't be dragging you down. How can I rely on connections and embarrass you? I can do this."
"That's the spirit," Luo Yu commended and walked towards where the crowd was gathering.
Little Fatty chuckled and honestly followed behind him.
As Luo Yu walked by, the crowd automatically parted, creating a path for him. Even though he didn't exhibit any dangerous aura, his exceptional combat power displayed during the challenge was enough to make most of the freshmen wary and dare not provoke him.
However, there were also whispers among some people.
"Xiao Luo is really formidable, openly confronting Vice President Xue Can and not giving him any face at all. That's so cool!"
"Indeed, he has really made us freshmen look good. I've heard that there's always bullying of new students by the seniors at the start of each year."
"Does the school not deal with this?"
"In the outside world, it's survival of the fittest. As long as it's not overdone, the school won't intervene."
"Moreover, the right amount of pressure helps new students increase their motivation to work harder and progress faster in their cultivation. But Xiao Luo is too fierce; he just entered the school and is already confronting the second-in-command of the Student Council."
At this point, someone nearby interjected:
"You guys don't understand, just stop talking nonsense. This is not a good thing. I've inquired, and Xue Can is already a third-grade domain level expert, and sheer talent can't bridge the difference in power. If Xiao Luo doesn't back down, he's definitely going to suffer a big loss."
"Suffer a loss? Not necessarily, does Xue Can really dare to do anything to Xiao Luo, who's blessed with exceptional talent?" The person next to him clearly didn't believe it.
"Hmph, why wouldn't he dare? If it's on the martial arts platform, any 'accident' that happens won't be Xue Can's responsibility, especially since he has the Qin Family's killer prodigy backing him. He's one of Great Xia's current top talents, suspected to be already at first grade."
"Someone in the younger generation has reached first grade?" Someone exclaimed in surprise.
"The Zhao Clan, Zhu Clan, Qin Family, and several other top families of Great Xia, which one doesn't have a top genius emerge? They are said to be not much older than us but overflowing with talent and terrifying combat achievements. Although Student Xia's talent is frightening, he is still too young, not enough to contend with these people."
"Anyway, if Xiao Luo doesn't submit, if he doesn't understand the value of lying low and biding his time, he's definitely in for a big loss with the Student Council."
"That's young people for you, too hot-blooded. Society will take care of smoothing out their edges." The youth who spoke was not very old but displayed an air of someone experienced with society and sounded preachy.
Several people wanted to argue, but thinking of Xue Can's mighty third-grade cultivation, they swallowed their words.
After all, no matter how talented Xiao Luo was, he was still a freshman; how could he fight against a third-rank expert and not be defeated without a doubt.
"Boss, they're all talking about your issue with the Student Council around us," Cheng Jinjin mentioned, a bit worried himself, the more he knew, the clearer the dominance and power of the Student Council became.
Luo Yu smiled casually.
"There's no need to worry about such matters. Only mediocrity escapes being the subject of discussion."
"As for that Student Council, if I'm pleased, it can be the Student Council; if they annoy me, they might need to hold a memorial service instead."
Cheng Jinjin suddenly felt a chill.
He sensed that the other's tone wasn't joking.
But where did the boss get such confidence? He really couldn't figure it out.
"Xia Student, there you are."
At that moment, a goddess-like beautiful young girl approached, wafting a gentle citrus scent, her hair sleekly styled. Looking as if she had stepped out of a period drama, it was Diao Lingluo from Da Jing, taking the initiative to greet Luo Yu.
"Uh..." Luo Yu hesitated, "Are we familiar?"
Diao Lingluo's expression remained unchanged, and she smiled wryly: