Chapter 220: The Dispute Over the Grade-A Training Room

The next morning, Ye Yuan arrived at the training ground early.

The disciple on duty glanced sideways at Ye Yuan and said indifferently, "Swipe your identity token on that green light pillar over there and find a room for yourself. There are plenty of Grade-D rooms; just pick one."

"I want a Grade-A training room," Ye Yuan said directly, too lazy to explain.

The disciple thought he had misheard and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said I want a Grade-A training room!" Ye Yuan repeated.

The disciple couldn't help but size Ye Yuan up again, curious. "Do you have that many points?"

It wasn't that the disciple looked down on Ye Yuan; with a cultivation of the second layer of Spirit Liquid, he was at best at the level of an outer disciple.

For outer disciples, points were a very luxurious thing. Basically, the only points they could get were the initial hundred points given by the sect.

They had no source of points. Even if they took on sect missions, they could only choose those with very low point rewards, at most a few hundred points.

And these missions were extremely difficult for outer disciples; many had lost their lives in the process.

Even if they completed a mission and got a few hundred points, they would never be willing to spend them on a Grade-A training room.

Too extravagant!

So the first time the disciple on duty saw Ye Yuan, he judged that he couldn't afford a training room above Grade-C!

Training rooms were all enhanced by spirit-gathering formations, with a much higher concentration of Yuan power than the outside.

The weakest Grade-D training room had double the concentration of the outside, Grade-C was triple, Grade-B was six times, and Grade-A was ten times!

In terms of price, a Grade-A training room was twenty times that of a Grade-D, but the effect was only ten times. Logically, Grade-D was more cost-effective.

But for martial artists, the calculation wasn't that simple.

What they pursued was speed!

A tenfold training speed could save a lot of time!

Once a martial artist reached a certain age and their potential was exhausted, no amount of effort would help.

For martial artists, time was realm, time was strength, time was status!

Ye Yuan was long used to such discrimination. Too lazy to argue with the disciple on duty, he directly swiped his identity token five times on the red light pillar.

The light pillars came in four colors: red, orange, yellow, and green, representing the four grades of training rooms: A, B, C, and D.

With this swipe, Ye Yuan deducted a thousand points, returning to his destitute state.

Ye Yuan's move stunned the disciple on duty. It was the first time he had seen such a wealthy outer disciple.

"I want to use a Grade-A training room for five days. Please arrange it, senior brother."

The disciple on duty was dazed for a moment before coming to his senses. "Uh, there happens to be one last Grade-A training room. Here's the key."

This time it was Ye Yuan's turn to be surprised. He hadn't expected Grade-A training rooms to be so popular that only one was left.

Wasn't it said that points were precious? How come there were so many wealthy people?

But Ye Yuan was too lazy to dwell on it. He took the key and was about to enter the training room.

Just then, a burly man burst in hurriedly and said to the disciple on duty, "I want a Grade-A training room, ten days!"

The disciple on duty looked at Ye Yuan, then at the burly man, and said awkwardly, "Senior Brother Dai... I'm sorry, the last Grade-A training room has already been rented by this junior brother."

The burly man glared with eyes like copper bells and said angrily, "Huh? What did you say?"

The disciple on duty was startled and quickly said, "Senior Brother Dai, it... it's none of my business. This junior brother arrived just a little before you and has already swiped his points. According to the rules..."

"Rules! I am the rules! What use does a mere Liquid Essence second layer have for a Grade-A training room? Hey, kid, give me the key, and I'll transfer the points you spent to you!" Senior Brother Dai roared at Ye Yuan, his tone anything but negotiable.

"This junior brother must be new, right? Senior Brother Dai Zichen is a hot figure in the Dan Camp. If you give him the slot and build a good relationship, it will be very beneficial for you in the future!" The disciple on duty chimed in.

Hearing this, Dai Zichen felt smug and laughed, "Ha ha, he's right. Kid, give me the slot! If you ever need anything, come straight to the Dan Camp and find me. I'll have your back!"

Ye Yuan couldn't be bothered with Senior Brother Dai, but seeing his arrogance, he smiled and said, "Fine, two thousand points, and it's yours."

"What did you say? Two thousand points? Why don't you just rob me!" Dai Zichen was stunned at first, then flew into a rage.

This back-and-forth had doubled the points—wasn't he just messing with him?

"Not buying? Then I'm going in to cultivate." With that, Ye Yuan turned and headed for the training room.

"Stop! I said stop!"

Ye Yuan ignored him and kept walking.

Dai Zichen was furious; he moved and grabbed at Ye Yuan.

"Heh heh, this kid probably doesn't know how formidable Senior Brother Dai is, right? Senior Brother Dai isn't just good at alchemy; his martial arts are also top-notch. He's one of the few in the sect who excels in both alchemy and martial arts! A Liquid Essence second layer daring to disrespect Senior Brother Dai—isn't that asking for death?" The disciple on duty gloated inwardly.

Although Dai Zichen was extremely burly, his movements were incredibly swift. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Ye Yuan.

But just then, Dai Zichen's vision blurred, and nine Ye Yuans appeared before him in an instant.

His grab missed!

Caught off guard, Dai Zichen stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

By the time he steadied himself and looked for Ye Yuan, the latter had already vanished.

"Uh... where did that kid go?" Dai Zichen asked the disciple on duty, bewildered.

The expression on the disciple's face was priceless. He had been eagerly anticipating Ye Yuan's humiliation, but instead, Dai Zichen had been toyed with. His excited look froze on his face.

Dai Zichen was at the Liquid Essence ninth layer. How could he miss catching a Liquid Essence second layer?

How was that possible?

Hearing Dai Zichen's question, the disciple on duty suddenly snapped out of it and stammered, "He... he... already... went in."

They stared at each other, long silent.

"Hey, what's that kid's background? How can a Liquid Essence second layer have such strength?" Dai Zichen asked curiously.

"Uh, let me check."

When Ye Yuan swiped his identity token, his information was recorded by the light pillar, and the disciple on duty could access it.

The disciple on duty probed his soul power into the red light pillar and began searching for Ye Yuan's information.

"Ye Yuan, age fifteen, realm Liquid Essence second layer, identity... uh..."

The disciple on duty read out the information as he searched, but then paused.

"What about his identity? Spit it out!" Dai Zichen urged impatiently.

The disciple on duty glanced at Dai Zichen and said hesitantly, "Identity: Martial Hall Earth Camp disciple! Uh... could the identity token be wrong? How could a Liquid Essence second layer be an Earth Camp disciple?"

Dai Zichen's eyes rolled, and he chuckled, "How could it be wrong? If he weren't an Earth Camp disciple, how could he have dodged my grab?"