High Martial Arts Era

Chapter 120: Li Yuan, You Made a Mistake

Li Yuan instinctively clicked on the school's 'Teacher List' in the app, repeatedly cross-referencing.

Finally, he confirmed.

The 'Fan Jin' in the obituary notice was indeed the same Fan Jin who had taught him before.

Because among the hundreds of teachers at Kunlun Martial University, there was only one Fan Jin.

"Teacher Fan." Li Yuan fell silent.

In an instant, a mix of inexplicable emotions welled up within him.

It wasn't the grief of losing a close family member, but a strange sense of sorrow and melancholy.

Regarding Teacher Fan Jin, to be honest, Li Yuan's impression wasn't very deep. They had met during an invitation event at Jiangbei Martial University.

At that time, Fan Jin and Li Yang had come to meet Li Yuan and sign the S-level special training contract.

Between the invitation event and the college entrance examination, Fan Jin had contacted and guided Li Yuan multiple times via video calls.

For instance, Li Yuan's choice to use 'Body Cleansing Spirit Marrow' for training was based on a document sent by Fan Jin.

Beyond that, there was not much interaction between them.

Even after joining Kunlun Martial University, due to teaching assignments, Li Yuan had only met Fan Jin once.

Were their feelings deep? Not really.

After all, they had limited real-life interaction, and Fan Jin had never personally guided Li Yuan.

But in Li Yuan's heart, Fan Jin was a diligent, responsible, and respectable teacher.

And now, suddenly, that kind and gentle elder was gone.

"A rescue operation in a certain Astral Realm?" Li Yuan's eyes swept over the reason in the obituary notice.

He immediately thought of yesterday afternoon when Teacher Li Yang had left in a hurry after receiving some news.

It was probably related.

"Besides Teacher Fan Jin."

"There are ten other teachers." Li Yuan's eyes instinctively scanned the names of the other ten teachers.

In just one battle, due to an unnamed rescue mission.

They lost eleven Source warriors?

And at least high-level Source warriors.

"War." Li Yuan thought of the Luo Bu Sea.

He thought of his injured uncle who almost died.

"In a war against alien races, it's either you die or I die." Li Yuan murmured in his heart, "For now, all I can do is strive to become stronger."

Standing still.

Li Yuan remained silent for a long time before he gently closed his smart wristband and gripped the spear beside him once more.

Tighter than before.

Then, he continued his spear practice.

"Whoosh~" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" The spear danced, sometimes flowing like rolling stars, unstoppable and majestic.

Sometimes the spear flashed like a rushing river, every move connected endlessly.

That night.

Li Yuan felt a profound emotional impact. His heart was calmer, and his spear technique became more formidable.

...

August 2, daytime.

Light rain fell from the sky.

The school's notification was not only sent to Li Yuan.

All the students were informed that eleven teachers had died in battle yesterday.

Adding to the few students who had died in the practical assessment a few days ago.

A gray veil of sorrow seemed to hang over Kunlun Martial University.

Around ten in the morning.

All students received another notification: 'Due to many teachers being assigned to war tasks, the following departments and grades' teaching tasks are suspended.'

All classes for first-year students in the Six Academies were suspended.

Because three vice-deans and many teaching staff were temporarily unreachable.

Li Yuan didn't seek out other classmates; instead, he continued his solitary training in the villa.

Everything proceeded according to his training plan.

As if nothing had happened.

...

After having his nutrient meal and blood and qi potion at noon.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, just as Li Yuan was preparing to train in the 'Rock Solid Training Method'.

Suddenly.

"Master, you have received a transfer of 16 million Blue Star coins from 'Wan Qinghe'." The intelligent assistant suddenly announced.

"Hmm?" Li Yuan showed a trace of surprise and a hint of doubt, "Why did Uncle Wan transfer the money back?"

Before Li Yuan could call Wan Qinghe on V-link, he received a call notification from Wan Qinghe.

"Answer." Li Yuan said immediately.

A light screen formed.

Wan Qinghe's image appeared, and from the background, it seemed he was at home.

"Uncle Wan, what happened?" Li Yuan was about to speak.

"Li Yuan, don't ask, just listen to me." Wan Qinghe showed a hint of helplessness, "Your uncle should be calling you on V-link soon. I couldn't persuade him or hide it from him."

Li Yuan was stunned, unable to hide?

"Or rather, your uncle is much more capable than you think, much more." Wan Qinghe sighed, "He only holds a mid-level management position in a state-owned enterprise, but he is truly overqualified. There aren't many people I admire in my life; your uncle is one of them."

"If you can convince your uncle, talk to me again."

Li Yuan was even more puzzled. What could have happened to make Uncle Wan say such things?

"Beep~"

The intelligent assistant's voice sounded again: "Master, Li Changzhou is calling you."

"Your uncle is calling you. You should answer. We can talk later." Wan Qinghe said.

"Okay, Uncle Wan." Li Yuan nodded.

He understood that the issue lay with his uncle, not with Wan Qinghe.

After ending the call, Li Yuan answered his uncle Li Changzhou's call.

A video call was suggested, and Li Changzhou's image appeared.

Li Changzhou looked energetic and spirited, though very thin, looking ten years older than last year.

"Uncle." Li Yuan spoke, his voice subconsciously lowered.

"You made a mistake with this." Li Changzhou got straight to the point, his gaze warm yet firm, as always looking directly at Li Yuan.

Making Li Yuan feel a hint of panic.

In front of his uncle Li Changzhou, Li Yuan had always felt like a child.

"16 million for the first phase of treatment, a total of 74 million for the treatment? And you even wanted to hide it from me without asking my opinion?" Li Changzhou said slowly, "Little Yuan, what were you thinking?"

"Uncle, how did you find out?" Li Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"Little Yuan, I'm just injured, not senile. I used to be a warrior too." Li Changzhou shook his head, "This morning, Professor Zhong sent me the treatment list. I consulted a few classmates and found that the items on the list far exceeded the surface price, including high-source products from the Astral Realm... I realized something was wrong."

"In short, I know now." Li Changzhou looked at Li Yuan, "You made a mistake with this."

"My body has already recovered. I've been discharged for so long."

"The Martial Arts Hall also arranged free post-operative care. The national guarantee is very comprehensive and doesn't require such an expensive plan." Li Changzhou shook his head, "It's unnecessary."

There was a firmness in Li Changzhou's voice.

"Free care is not good enough." Li Yuan shook his head, "Uncle, I asked the doctors. With just that kind of care, your body can't recover to its peak."

"Besides, spending this money doesn't affect me." Li Yuan spoke frankly, "Don't worry, this money is not borrowed from anyone; I earned it."

"Earned?"

"You just entered university a month ago. Where did you earn it?" Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan, his voice full of doubt, "Isn't it money from the Martial Hall contract, university contract, or some university competition?"

"Yes." Li Yuan nodded, "But this money belongs to me. Why can't I use it to treat your body?"

"Wrong!"

Li Changzhou's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of anger, "Li Yuan! You're wrong!"

"That money doesn't belong to you!! That money essentially belongs to the country, to all taxpayers."

"It's just because of your martial arts talent that you have the right to control it." Li Changzhou's voice was deep and powerful.

Li Yuan was stunned.

He vaguely understood his uncle's meaning.

"Have you thought about it? Have you really done enough to deserve so much money?" Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan.

"An ordinary person works hard for a year and earns only tens of thousands of Blue Star coins."

"And you? From the third year of high school until now, less than a year, you have gained tens of millions of Blue Star coins, not including various teaching resources and free training materials."

"At school, you train hard, have a private villa, and have everything provided for you. Food, clothing, accommodation, everything is taken care of, and you get a lot of money. All you have to do is focus on training and improving your strength... Is all this without cost? Is it something that others should just give you?"

"This money isn't just random numbers."

"Every Blue Star coin represents the hard work of countless people. Warriors died in the Astral Realm, ordinary people worked hard, and in the end, this equivalent material is created." Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan, "You've studied for so many years. Don't you understand this basic economic principle?"

Li Yuan fell silent.

How could he not understand?

From the third year of high school until now, the state or human civilization had invested perhaps 50 to 60 million Blue Star coins in him, counting various teaching resources.

"Why is there a comprehensive alliance college entrance examination system?"

"Why invest heavily in training warriors? Why direct so many resources towards you?" Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan, sighing, "You should understand this better than me."

"You know better than me."

"Our human civilization has always faced the danger of extinction! If we don't become strong, we will die!!"

"Investing heavily in training martial arts geniuses is to place hope in you."

"To hope that you will eventually stand up and take on the responsibility of protecting civilization." Li Changzhou said gravely.

"Uncle, I can earn the money back later..." Li Yuan's voice wavered.

"That's for later."

"If this money was earned by you venturing into the Astral Realm, truly earned by yourself, I wouldn't care if you spent it. It's no one else's business."

"But now this money isn't earned by you." Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan, "Yes, you have the right to control this money. No one will interfere with how you spend it."

"But I've taught you that a person can have personal desires, but there should be a line in their heart."

"When you gave money to your aunt privately, mainly to support your younger siblings, and it wasn't too much, I didn't stop you."

"But now, you want to spend so much money on me, a useless person. If those who struggled to gather vast resources to train you knew, could they understand?" Li Changzhou looked at Li Yuan, "They would only feel distressed!!"

"They would only think their efforts were wasted." Li Changzhou said solemnly.

"You're not useless, Uncle," Li Yuan couldn't help but retort, "You're a hero. You deserve all of this."

"Hero?"

"For decades, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and warriors died in the Luo Bu Sea. Are they not more heroic than me?" Li Changzhou looked at Li Yuan, "For centuries, in China alone, millions have died fighting Astral Realm creatures. Aren't they heroes? Aren't they better than me?"

"Millions of warriors have died protecting human civilization. Aren't they heroes?"

"Did they all receive the same treatment as I did?"

Li Yuan opened his mouth.

But he couldn't argue.

Because not all the dead and wounded received such treatment.

The resources of human civilization were limited. Precious high-source treasures and martial arts resources were primarily supplied to living warriors.