Chapter 105: You're Doing Just Fine, Haha

Afterwards, Xue Zhenshan primarily outlined arrangements concerning the new recruits: how to earn 100 points, selecting a department within the academy, and choosing mentors. As Xue Zhenshan concluded his speech, several key leaders, including Zhao Jinghong, left the leadership table one after another. The remaining mentors began studying the new students based on the information they had.

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“I heard that troublemaker who once clashed with the Investigation Department is among this year’s new recruits?”

A middle-aged mentor, broad-shouldered and exuding raw power, spoke bluntly—in other words, strong.

“Heh,” another mentor chuckled lightly as the first finished speaking. “With such an arrogant temperament, even if he’s gifted, he’ll likely be an insolent brat. People like that rarely achieve anything.”

“Exactly!” others chimed in.

While the group was engrossed in their lively discussion, a female figure passed by the mentors.

“Hmph,” came a cold snort, dripping with disdain.

“What are you all, a bunch of fools?” she sneered. “Do you really think your words will make them give up on that kid, so you might have a chance to take him as a disciple? Ridiculous!”

Her sharp remarks left the middle-aged mentor red-faced and speechless. Without waiting for a rebuttal, the woman turned and walked away.

“That Woody is way too arrogant!” the middle-aged man called after her, shaking his head.

“Sigh,” another mentor sighed. “Don’t even mention her. Ever since that incident, you should know what kind of temper she has.”

“Forget it. Let’s go meet the new recruits ourselves.”

The mentors fell silent and soon dispersed.

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Zhang Ze didn’t stay long at the training grounds before two mentors approached him to inquire about his intentions. In his mind, a third-rank cultivator like himself should be seeking out masters ranked seven or eight, surely.

After asking their ranks, Zhang Ze quickly defeated both with ease.

What a joke!

I, Zhang Ze, a gifted elite martial artist of the third rank, am hardly someone to be taught by fifth or sixth-rank mentors!

He reveled in his own arrogance for a moment—until a cold voice brought him back to reality.

“Did any mentors approach you?” the voice asked.

Zhang Ze, without hiding anything, told her about the two mentors he had just dismissed.

“Are you stupid?” came the reprimand.

Before Zhang Ze could respond, she explained: “The highest rank for mentors in the Anqing Martial Bureau is sixth rank. That’s the case nationwide!”

“Huh?” Zhang Ze immediately regretted his arrogance.

One of the mentors he had just rejected was a legitimate sixth-rank expert. By insulting him, Zhang Ze had burned bridges—he might not even be able to approach him again.

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Finding no one else, the two left the training grounds.

Notably, Leng Bingbing had not yet chosen a mentor—not because she looked down on their ranks, but because she knew that the choice depended on which department one belonged to. Mentors were affiliated with specific departments. If she agreed hastily to a mentor, only to change departments three days later, it would spell constant trouble.

After all, you can’t have a mentor from the Logistics Department teaching a student training in the Martial Arts Department—that would be absurd.

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“Based on what you said, that sixth-rank mentor who spoke to you earlier must be Xie Xun from the Martial Arts Department,” Leng Bingbing, who had clearly done her homework, analyzed beside Zhang Ze.

“Xie Xun?” Zhang Ze muttered. “He doesn’t have blonde hair, does he?”

Leng Bingbing looked puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.”

The two chatted as they walked, not waiting for Zhang Qingping and the others.

“How do you know so much about the mentors?” Zhang Ze asked curiously.

She smiled mischievously. “I’m not telling you.”

Seeing Zhang Ze frown, she laughed gently. “Actually, once we finalize our departments, the bureau will provide information on our new mentors. I just bought some basic info from previous batches.”

Zhang Ze nodded thoughtfully. “I see.”

“By the way, what kind of weapon do you prefer training with? Or do you lean more towards hand-to-hand combat?” Leng Bingbing asked again.

Zhang Ze hesitated, unable to decide immediately.

She said seriously, “This is crucial. Every mentor has their own specialty. For example, Xie Xun excels in blade techniques...”

“Ding-ling-ling—”

Just then, Zhang Ze’s phone buzzed at his waist.

Seeing it was a call from Li Sanqing, Zhang Ze answered promptly.

“Have you finished registering?”

“I’m on a mission now and won’t be back at the bureau until around seven tonight. If you have time, come see me.”

“Okay.”

In just a few brief exchanges, the call ended.

Pocketing the phone, Zhang Ze turned to Leng Bingbing. “There’s a senior tonight. Want to come along? Might be a chance to learn more.”

“Sure.”

They walked casually toward the dormitory building.

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“Ice Ice, you’re really forgetting your friends for some guy?” Zhang Qingping teased as she caught up with Leng Bingbing and Zhang Ze beneath Building Four.

“I just didn’t see you,” Leng Bingbing blushed and quickly explained.

As the two girls headed off together, Zhang Ze called after Leng Bingbing, “Don’t forget I’m coming to find you tonight.”

Hearing this, Zhang Qingping’s mind raced. Laughing, she playfully pinched Leng Bingbing and teased, “So you’re meeting him tonight!”

They laughed together, unaware of the dark expression watching them from a dormitory on the fifth floor—it was Li Zixing.

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That night, Zhang Ze knocked on Leng Bingbing’s door. Together, they set off toward the location Li Sanqing had mentioned.

Unbeknownst to them, Li Zixing and another figure trailed behind.

Zhang Ze and Leng Bingbing walked quickly—this wasn’t a date, after all.

Within ten minutes, they spotted the café Li Sanqing had named.

Just as they were about to cross the street, two figures blocked their path.

“Li Zixing?”

“What do you want?”

Seeing the youth beside Li Zixing, Leng Bingbing grew concerned.

“You must be Zhang Ze, right?” the young man said.

This was Li Zixing’s brother, Li Ziyang, a figure known in the Anqing Martial Bureau.

“What’s up, you idiot?” Zhang Ze snapped. “I already know why you’re here; no need for pleasantries.”

He paid no mind to Leng Bingbing standing nearby.

Li Ziyang chuckled coldly. “You’re quite the mouthy one, huh?”