Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 169: Spiritual Meat (Part 1)

Chapter 169: Spiritual Meat (Part 1)

After watching the match, Amalia bid farewell to her classmates and headed straight to the school’s business department.

She purchased a large amount of spiritual meat from the department at once.

Since experiencing its benefits, she hadn’t let go of this shortcut.

Spiritual meat not only increased her cultivation but also enhanced her physical fitness.

Even if she didn’t visit the training room regularly, consuming a bit of spiritual meat each day helped her gradually accumulate strength.

The only downside was the substantial expenses.

And not only was spiritual meat is expensive, but the business department also stocked many artifact refining materials that you can only found in disaster zones.

As a new student without the qualification to enter disaster zones, acquiring these materials could only be done through buying, especially the essence unity crystal, which was even costlier.

It directly impacted the quality of magical instruments.

In the past, she couldn’t find many in big apple city; otherwise, she would have just refined numerous artifact instead of helping others people to repairing their artifact.

Fortunately, heavenly path university had no shortage of essence unity crystals.

It took her quite a while to acquire around a dozen from Boss Zenon and his elder brother.

But here, as long as one had money, they could purchase them.

After several transactions, her account was once again emptied.

While senior ranking competition matches continued, Amalia would attended it whenever she had time.

The competition, where two hundred people vied for fifty spots, didn’t take much time.

Those people who aware of their inability to win outright surrendered readily, and conserving their strength for later rounds to compete for available spots.

It was a prudent decision, although some aimed to gauge how far they were from the school’s geniuses, but often they would feeling significantly discouraged.

In reality, Amalia didn’t witness many instances or scenes of Kenny Lin and Zanilia Zhao displaying their true strength.

In the end, the competition concluded before she could see their real abilities.

It’s said to be a qualifying match, but it’s actually just for the 50 slots, and it won’t really be a one-to-one comparison.

Thanks to Amalia’s reminders, Mighel Zepeda and the others consciously observed the matches whenever they attended, focusing on the participants’ movements and the utilization of spiritual abilities, and they indeed learned something from it.

Later, Amalia went to observe their training.

While learning her techniques, she also combined them with the aggressive approach of senior students during battles and their mastery of spiritual abilities.

Although not very obvious, there was already significant progress.

Then came the match between class 9 and class 5.

Amalia didn’t attend it, but she was later being informed about the outcome by Mighel Zepeda.

There were wins and losses, resulting in a draw.

The students from class 5 were disheartened for days, and questioning their capabilities.

They wondered if their strength had diminished, as they unexpectedly drew with class 9.

Afterward, as they recovered, some often sneaked into class 9 to gather intelligence.

They eventually realized it wasn’t that they had weakened; rather, class 9 had grown stronger.

Regarding the news about the new disaster zone, the school quickly released the details, and scheduling it for three days later.

"It’s great! When can we also go and experience the disaster zone? I can hardly wait," Elena Sandoval had long wanted to see the legendary disaster zone.

"We’ll have to wait for the school’s arrangements. Even if we can go, we won’t gain much. Visiting an F-grade disaster zone is almost like sightseeing," Mighel Zepeda’s interest was lacking.

"So, does that mean for the next half-day, we shouldn’t expect to experience a better disaster zone?" Elena Sandoval widened his eyes.

"I don’t want that. It took a lot of effort to catch up in strength. If we’re held back for half a year, how can we survive?"

Mighel Zepeda’s expression was peculiar, "It’s not entirely impossible."

"What’s the situation?" Everyone in the class knew that Mighel Zepeda’s uncle is working in the P.T organization.

Making him more well-informed than the average person, so they immediately leaned in to listen.

This clever bunch, Mighel Zepeda sighed helplessly, "Alright, everyone settle down, wasn’t I about to explain?"

Everyone immediately returned to their seats, but their ears were perked up high.

"In fact, the school, while canceling the three-term qualifying matches per semester, is giving a chance to students who have shown good prowess or have improved later on. Each student can challenge a student from another class once."

"If the challenger wins, they can move up to the corresponding class, enjoying the resources of that class. If they prefer to stay in their original class, they can still benefit from the resources they earned by winning."

"This policy is expected to be implemented soon; otherwise, nearing the end of the semester, it won’t hold meaning for us."

"This is great! Amalia can enjoy the resources of class 1. We should strive for it too, so we wouldn’t hold back her," Elena Sandoval exclaimed excitedly.

"Let’s go, let’s go tell Amalia this good news."

"Just sending a message to Amalia would do," Douglas Valentina puzzled.

With a decisive tone, Elena Sandoval snapped, "Sending a message isn’t as good as informing her in person."

"You just want to visit Amalia’s dorm, stop pretending," Mighel Zepeda ruthlessly exposed her true intentions.

"I refuse to believe you guys don’t want to," Elena Sandoval muttered.

Mighel Zepeda coughed lightly; he did want to see what the living environment of their idol was like.

When they arrived, Amalia was grilling meat in the dorm.

The aroma wafted far, and as soon as Mighel Zepeda and the others stepped into the dormitory building, they caught a whiff of it.

"The smells is so good, what’s that scent?"

"It’s the smell of barbecue, in broad daylight, who’s so sneaky?"

Then they discovered that the sneaky person was Amalia, and the one who made the comment had already shrunk back.