Looking at those faces—excited, tense, even a bit desperate and ferocious from charging forward—Andrew Carter seemed, in a daze, to see the demonic faces representing all kinds of negative emotions within the Heart Demon of the Immortal Emperor...

It was as if someone struck a heavenly drum by his ear—boom—

He entered another wondrous state.

In the ancestral land, a basic movement technique called “Bluefish Transformation” was taught, a second-tier movement art under the Nine Veins Realm. It was said that the master who created this technique once observed a nimble bluefish weaving through a school of silverfish by a great lake, and after three months of seclusion, comprehended this movement art.

But previously, Andrew Carter had always struggled to grasp the essence of this technique, so his movement had remained quite ordinary.

But today, Andrew Carter saw a “path” through the crowded throng. Almost without thinking, he “swam” along this path.

By a stroke of fate, in just an instant, he fully comprehended the essence of “Bluefish Transformation.”

Smack! He, though starting later, was the first to sit down.

The disciples who had been ahead of Andrew Carter were stunned, all puzzled: How did this kid get through?

Every mealtime, everyone had to go through this kind of scramble, so they were already experienced. As they charged forward, they’d also spread their arms, doing everything they could to block the way for those behind.

If Andrew Carter had simply relied on the brute strength of his Six Veins cultivation to force his way to the front, that would have been normal.

But this kid had clearly slipped through like a slick fish, and no one even touched him.

To them, this was almost impossible—there were people everywhere.

But after their brief daze, the people behind surged forward, leaving them no time to think, so they also rushed ahead. But from start to finish, not a single person dared to provoke Andrew Carter.

He sat there quietly, silently reflecting on the insight he had just gained in that instant.

Chapter 9: The Canteen Struggle (Part 2)

Upstairs on the second floor, Ian Carter looked down at the chaotic crowd below, frowning slightly.

Most of the Zhenwu disciples cultivated on their own, because they all understood that falling behind even one step meant falling behind at every step. In fact, not many came to eat; the other Zhenwu disciples were all far from him.

He looked at the youth sitting calmly below and couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “Bluefish Transformation? To be able to perform such a basic second-tier movement art to this level—unexpected.

Sigh, what a pity. After the year-end exam, I’ll probably be recommended to enter Tenglong Martial Academy for further training, and won’t have the chance to spar with such a genius.”

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In front of Andrew Carter were twenty empty plates and a large wooden bucket.

The plates were already empty—meat and vegetables alike had been swept clean. The bucket held rice, which was nearly finished as well.

The whole canteen, which had been noisy, was now dead silent. Whether disciples or cooks, everyone stared at him, dumbfounded.

Andrew Carter hadn’t expected that once “Gluttony” was activated, it would be so terrifying!

His stomach was unbelievably active, digesting as he ate. Sometimes, a mouthful of food would be digested before it even reached his stomach!

The food on the first floor contained very little savage beast meat—at most about ten percent, and most of it was leftovers from the second floor, where meals were prepared for the Zhenwu disciples. But Andrew Carter simply ate too much.

A few self-proclaimed big eaters had wanted to “compete” with Andrew Carter, but all ended up utterly convinced—they weren’t even in the same league.

The total those guys ate didn’t even match what Andrew Carter ate alone.

There was no food left—the entire first floor’s dishes had been eaten up by Andrew Carter. What made Andrew Carter speechless about “Gluttony” was that no matter how the food tasted, he could wolf it down...

He scraped the last grains of rice from the bucket with a wooden spoon, then looked up, still unsatisfied: “Is there any more?”

The canteen chefs were at a complete loss: “No, really, there’s nothing left this time.”

Andrew Carter pouted: “The clan never skimps on your budget, so why do you make so little food for one meal? Stingy and petty.”

He tossed down the big wooden spoon, rubbed his still somewhat flat belly, and complained, “Can’t even get a full meal—how is this ancestral land supposed to cultivate outstanding clan disciples?”

The cooks nearly rushed over to cover his mouth: “Little ancestor, you can’t say things like that!”

The Sun clan placed great importance on the ancestral land, even spending tens of thousands of jade coins every year to buy spots from Tenglong Martial Academy, sending their best disciples there to train.

If the clan’s leaders really believed that, even after fighting for a seat, the disciples still couldn’t get enough to eat in the ancestral land, the cooks’ heads would be on the line.

“Make more next time.” Andrew Carter tossed out this line, pondering where to find some wild game to fill his belly as he walked out of the canteen.

Jason Carter’s lackeys grumbled on the side. They didn’t dare speak while he was there, but after he left, they cursed, “Useless glutton!”

“Exactly, just a rice bucket. What’s the point of eating so much? Yuan power comes from cultivation, not from eating.”

“Does eating more mean a higher realm? Trash will always be trash!”