Let's not talk about the matters of Chongzheng Academy. Zhang Chen, holding a lantern, walked towards the backyard with thoughts swirling in his mind: "That eight-thousand-year-old ginseng is enough to transform the fortunes of that lucky boy. In the future, refining Qi Blood or even breaking through to higher realms of Martial Dao will be no difficult task."
That is, after all, an eight-thousand-year-old ginseng, containing who knows how much Innate Qi. He originally thought it would be difficult to obtain the spot to enter the academy, so he spared no expense. Who would have thought it would actually be so easy? He purely overexerted himself.
But for Zhang Chen, it wasn't a big deal. At most, he lost some Innate Qi, but if he could obtain the reincarnation of the Beast Dao within Chongzheng Academy, the loss would mean nothing to him.
Furthermore, the apprenticeships of the three little ones were a weight off his mind for Zhang Chen.
