Roughly half an hour later.

The Opening Trial finally came to an end.

Aside from second place going to Shen Qinghan, all of the remaining top ten spots were taken by the freshmen of the Ordinary Class.

As a result, every Ordinary Class freshman in the inner campus got a free 9 credits each.

That was the same as pocketing ninety thousand yuan.

Some Ordinary Class freshmen from poorer families had their faces flushed red with excitement.

Under the impact of that ninety thousand, their hearts filled with worship for Lin Zichen, becoming his most loyal fans.

Some of the more outspoken even started calling him “God Chen” outright, almost ready to kneel down and recognize him as their foster father on the spot.

Lin Zichen ignored the shouts around him.

At this moment, he was tallying up the rewards he had earned from the Opening Trial.

The credits from the top ten totaled 550.

Adding the 9 credits from being an Ordinary Class freshman, that came to 559 credits.

On top of that were the 10 Vitality Pills from Liu Chuanwu.

And with 1 credit being worth essentially ten thousand yuan, 559 credits equaled 5.59 million.

This battle had made him rich overnight.

* * *

In the time that followed,

The top ten of the Opening Trial all went up on stage to receive honors and take photos with the school leadership.

As Freshman King, Lin Zichen not only received 100 credits but also an extra champion’s trophy.

The trophy was made from a special alloy, heavy in hand and finely crafted.

But it wasn’t worth money—only as a keepsake.

After the photo session, Lin Zichen had the other top ten transfer their credits to him through the school app.

When Shen Qinghan opened her app to transfer hers, Lin Zichen stopped her, telling her to keep her ninety credits for herself.

Since he said so, Shen Qinghan didn’t argue, keeping them to spend herself.

Of course, she wouldn’t take the ninety for free—she would repay him in another way in the future.

* * *

Not far away, Liu Chuanwu saw Lin Zichen collecting transfers and remembered the bet he had made with his colleagues.

So he turned to the other school leaders and reminded them, “Don’t forget our wager. Lin Zichen already won Freshman King. The credits you owe me—transfer them to me now through the school app.”

“Relax, you’ll get your share.”

“Just a hundred credits—we’ll send it right now.”

Nobody tried to renege, all readily transferring their credits to Liu Chuanwu.

Seeing the 1,900 credits arrive in full, Liu Chuanwu’s grin stretched from ear to ear.

With that huge amount of credits, he wouldn’t have to worry about providing Lin Zichen with triple benefits for a long while.

Watching his rival laugh so happily, Ma Zhenhe felt sour and muttered, “Dean Liu, don’t get too pleased with yourself. Being Freshman King only proves his body strength. Once the others advance in Gene Fusion and Mechanical Modification, the balance of power will shift. In next semester’s freshman tournament, if Lin Zichen stays on the Pureblood Human Path, then whether it’s Li Moyu or Xiwei, they’ll easily crush him.”

He added, “Song Yuyan is a prime example. Lin Zichen is nothing more than a higher‑end version of Song Yuyan.”

Constantly using Song Yuyan as a negative comparison made Liu Chuanwu frown with displeasure.

But thinking of his 1,900 credits soothed his mood—he couldn’t be bothered to argue.

Soon after, Liu Chuanwu walked over to Lin Zichen, handed him the ten Vitality Pills and also transferred the entire semester’s triple benefits in advance.

The benefits contained many things—credits, aberrant beast meat, scholarships and so on.

For convenience, Liu Chuanwu converted it all into credits and transferred 300 to Lin Zichen.

Counting that, Lin Zichen now had 769 credits in his student account.

With so many credits suddenly in hand, Lin Zichen immediately opened the school app’s marketplace to see what he could buy.

But before he could browse, Liu Chuanwu said he had something to discuss and asked him to step aside.

They chose the rooftop of the gymnasium to talk.

After telling Shen Qinghan to head back first, Lin Zichen followed Liu Chuanwu up to the roof.

Once there, Liu Chuanwu’s face lit with curiosity as he eagerly asked, “Zichen, your performance in the Opening Trial was overwhelming. How much strength were you hiding?”

“A little.”

“What’s your real level?”

“Ordinary Tier 6. One round of Skin Tempering, tempered a bit of facial muscle and naturally hard facial bones.”

“You’ve already learned Flesh Tempering?!”

Liu Chuanwu was shocked, his breathing sharp, his whole body filled with excitement.

‘To have learned Flesh Tempering so early! Lin Zichen’s compatibility with the Blood‑Tempering Art was unbelievable! The Pureblood Human Path truly had hope of breaking through! No—that was certain!’

Liu Chuanwu had researched the Pureblood Human Path his whole life, but never had he been this thrilled.

Steadying himself, he told Lin Zichen seriously, “If you had asked me yesterday, I would have said you might have a chance of evolving into an Advanced Creature with a pure human body. But today, I can say with certainty—you’ll evolve into an Advanced Creature with a pure human body before you graduate! You must stay the course on the Pureblood Human Path. Your future will be limitless!”

“Don’t worry, Dean, I will.”

Lin Zichen gave his firm reply.

After a little more talk, Lin Zichen soon left the rooftop, returning to Shen Qinghan’s dorm.

What he wanted now was simple—to shop the school marketplace.

But right after he left, Yuan Dongzhi appeared on the rooftop.

“This Lin Zichen you’ve taken in has many secrets. His true power may be far beyond what he showed in the Opening Trial.”

She approached Liu Chuanwu as she spoke.

Liu Chuanwu chuckled, “What genius doesn’t have secrets? Kyoto’s top scorer Li Moyu has them. Ma Zhenhe’s daughter has them. Even your new disciple surely does. So what’s strange about Lin Zichen having some?”

Yuan Dongzhi said, “That’s true.”

With hands clasped behind his back, Liu Chuanwu said, “On the evolutionary path, anyone who succeeds is never simple. Without secrets, no one grows strong.”

Then he turned his gaze on Yuan Dongzhi, eyes deep, “Earlier, when you casually used spiritual power to probe Lin Zichen’s body in the arena, that was an extreme affront. In the past, it would have meant a fight to the death.”

Yuan Dongzhi raised a brow, surprised.

“You sensed me probing him with spiritual power?”

Liu Chuanwu didn’t explain—he only snorted coldly, “Take my advice, Yuan Dongzhi. Don’t be too overbearing, or disaster will come sooner or later.”

Yuan Dongzhi ignored the warning, replying casually, “Meeting tonight?”

“No time.”

“I’ll pay.”

“Your place or mine?”

At that, Liu Chuanwu’s face split into a grin.

* * *

In a dormitory, Lu Gang and Wang Shujie sat together, plotting how to get Li Moyu to swallow the High‑grade Demon Seed.

They racked their brains but couldn’t come up with a good plan.

Force wouldn’t work.

They couldn’t beat him.

As for temptation…

Li Moyu was a young master of the Kyoto Li Family—he had everything. There was nothing they could lure him with.

As they struggled to think,

Words suddenly appeared on their special watches.

[The plan has changed. Forget Li Moyu—target Lin Zichen. Find a way to make him swallow the High‑grade Demon Seed and bring him into the Organization.]