"Mr. Ansel, I know you have some misunderstandings about our Student Council." Lance Wolfe walked into the dorm room and sat down on a chair. He gently placed the bank card on the table.

  "In reality, the Student Council is not what you think it is."

  "Our original intention is to excavate the potential of every student as much as possible, giving them more opportunities to attend a better university in the future."

  "We not only solve resource problems but also patiently guide the lower-grade students, helping them cultivate better."

  Lance Wolfe spoke incessantly, his words so earnest that he almost sounded like a benevolent senior who truly cared for his juniors.

  However, Fly was not the least bit interested in his flowery rhetoric. He simply picked up the bank card from the table and asked coldly, "What's the PIN?"

  Lance choked for a moment, but immediately squeezed out a smile. "The PIN is 4345."

  "There are forty thousand in this card. Consider it a reward from our Student Council for your outstanding performance in the Freshman Invitational."

  Fly nodded slightly, signaling Lance to continue. "Let's get down to business, Vice-President Wolfe. You came personally, presumably not just to let me see Forrest Banks's miserable state and give me money, right?"

  Fly was no longer a naive high school freshman. He understood the principle that "there is no such thing as a free lunch" better than anyone.

  If some things weren't clarified right here and now, heaven knows what kind of stunts Lance might pull later?

  Moreover, Fly also wanted to know: what exactly was the Student Council's attitude towards him now?

  Were they trying to win him over, or were they wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible?

  To be blinded by superficial benefits and thus relax his vigilance, only to be caught off guard by the opponent... Fly would never do such a thing.

  Lance hesitated for a brief moment.

  He had originally intended to build a slightly closer relationship with Fly first, then take the opportunity to invite him to join the Student Council.

  However, it now seemed that this Fly was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined!

  "To be honest, the current Student Council President Preston York and I are both seniors in Grade 12. We will be entering university next year and leaving Star City High."

  "People like Forrest Banks can at most be a department head; they simply don't have the talent to lead the entire Student Council forward."

  "But you, Mr. Ansel... not only were you breathtakingly brilliant during the Power Assessment Test, but you also shone dazzlingly in this Freshman Invitational."

  "If one were to say that Mr. Ansel is the number one person in the freshman year, I believe no one would object."

  "Furthermore..."

  Speaking of this, Lance's expression became serious.

  "It hasn't even been a month since school started. If I'm not mistaken, your level is already at the Peak of Level 2, isn't it?"

  "Even among the older students in the higher grades, their strength is probably far inferior to yours."

  "Most importantly, your Beast Totem is a Mythical Species."

  Lance unreservedly heaped praise upon Fly, and only then did he change the subject. "So, I sincerely hope that you can join our Student Council."

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  So it all comes back to this, Fly thought to himself.

  He wasn't surprised by Lance's invitation.

  After all, he was indeed in the limelight right now.

  The high-level executives of this Student Council presumably weren't all fools.

  For someone with exceptional talent, rather than making an enemy of them, it is better to recruit them for one's own use. This is a truth as old as time.

  But...

  "Thank you for your kindness, Vice-President Wolfe, but I am used to being free and independent. I really have no intention of joining any organization. I hope Vice-President Wolfe can understand." Fly declined politely.

  "You don't have to refuse so decisively, Mr. Ansel," Lance said. "You can think about this matter some more; there's no need to rush to give an answer."

  "By the way..."

  Lance seemed to suddenly think of something and took an invitation card out of his pocket.

  "This," he said, waving the invitation in his hand, "I wonder if you might be interested?"

  After speaking, Lance placed the invitation on the table and pushed it towards Fly.

  "This is?" Fly picked up the invitation Lance handed over and looked at it. It was an invitation to an art exhibition, with not much other content.

  "I wonder if you have heard of Grandmaster Muse?"

  "No," Fly shook his head without thinking.

  "Who is he?"

  He was a transmigrator, after all. He had only been in this world for a few months, and most of his time had been spent on Martial Studies cultivation, so he didn't know much about the celebrities and big shots of this world.

  Seeing Fly's reaction, Lance couldn't help but frown.

  "Well..."

  Lance shook his head helplessly and had to patiently explain to Fly.

  Grandmaster Muse was a genius Beast Warrior who walked out of Star City many years ago.

  As early as his high school days, he was already invincible in Star City.

  And after graduating from high school, he successfully entered Vale University, one of The Eight Elite Universities of The Tulip League, for further studies.

  Afterward, it is said that he did several earth-shattering things in The Martial Sanctum, becoming famous in one fell swoop! After graduation, he successfully entered the household name, Helios Warrior Corp, and is now the company's Vice President.

  He could be described as a highly accomplished Grandmaster Warrior.

  "Now, Grandmaster Muse has retired and returned to Star City to live in seclusion, ignoring worldly affairs for a long time. But now, Grandmaster Muse has suddenly decided to hold this art exhibition. Do you know what this means?"

  Lance said mysteriously.

  "Means what?" Fly asked cooperatively.

  "It is said that Grandmaster Muse wants to use this art exhibition to scout for a disciple to his liking and pass on his life's work to him."

  "You, Mr. Ansel, have quite the talent in Martial Studies, and you are also a fine-looking young man. If you participate in the art exhibition, you will definitely be caught by Grandmaster Muse's eye."

  "At that time, ascending to one of The Eight Elite Universities of The Tulip League and entering The Martial Sanctum—wouldn't that be a done deal?"

  "Oh." Fly nodded.

  To put it bluntly, this so-called art exhibition was just a retired old Beast Warrior finding a random excuse to gather the outstandingly talented Beast Warriors from various high schools in Star City, and then selecting one that satisfied him to cultivate.

  It was just so-called disciple selection, or looking for an heir, right?

  It was just that...

  He didn't know what criteria this eccentric Grandmaster Muse would use to make his choice.

  If it was just about talent, wouldn't it be enough to just pay attention to the Freshman Invitational, or go to a few top Martial Academy high schools and look at the strength rankings?

  In Fly's opinion, if it were only about talent, this Grandmaster Muse had no reason not to contact him.

  "Alright..."

  Seeing that Fly had accepted both the bank card and the invitation, Lance stood up from his chair. "The time and location are written on the invitation. If you are interested, Mr. Ansel, you can just go there directly when the time comes."

  "With the invitation as proof, there will be someone specifically assigned to receive you."

  "I'll be going back now."

  "In addition, regarding the matter of joining the Student Council, I hope you can consider it carefully again, Mr. Ansel."

  Just as Lance was about to turn and leave, another burst of doorbell rings suddenly came from outside the door.

  "Who is it now..." Fly stood up and walked towards the door.

  Fly arrived at the door, opened it, and found that the visitor was none other than Dean Sterling.

  "Fly!" Dean Sterling greeted with a smile.

  It turned out that after watching Fly's performance in the Freshman Invitational, Dean Sterling estimated that Fly's current strength should be around the Peak of Level 2. After experiencing the tempering of so many matches, he should be about to break through the bottleneck.

  Dean Sterling thought about it and felt somewhat uneasy, so he decided to come over and check on Fly's cultivation progress to see if he could give some guidance for Fly's level breakthrough.

  "Hello, Dean Sterling!" Seeing Dean Sterling, Lance also greeted him enthusiastically.

  "You are... Student Council Vice-President Lance Wolfe?"

  "Exactly."

  "Mn, hello." Dean Sterling responded with a hint of coldness. Obviously, he didn't have much goodwill towards the people from the Student Council either.