In just one second, Li Yuan subconsciously clicked on the "Teacher List" of the school in the APP and checked it repeatedly.

  It's finally confirmed.

  The "Fan Jin" mentioned in this obituary is actually Fan Jin, his former teacher.

  Because among hundreds of teachers in Kunlun Wu, there is only one Fan Jin.

  "Teacher Fan." Li Yuan fell silent.

  In an instant, a strange thought lingered in Li Yuan's mind.

  It's not the sorrow of losing a loved one, but a kind of inexplicable sadness and melancholy.

  To be honest, Li Yuan's impression of Fan Jin is not particularly deep. The two met at an invitation event at Jiangbei Wuda.

  At that time, it was Fan Jin and Li Yang who came together to see Li Yuan and signed the S-level special training contract.

  In the months between the invitation and the college entrance examination, Fan Jin had several video connections with Li Yuan to guide him.

  Like Li Yuan choosing to use 'Wash Body Essence' for cultivation, it is also the guidance of Fan Jin's cultivation file.

  In addition, there is little intersection between the two sides.

  Including after entering Kunlun Wu Da, due to teaching reasons, Li Yuan and Fan Jin only met once.

  Are you very emotional? Not really.

  After all, they had little contact in reality and never hand-held guidance from Liyuan.

  But in Li Yuan's heart, Fan Jin was a conscientious and respectable mentor.

  I didn't expect this.

  In an instant, the kind old man was gone.

  "A rescue operation in a certain starfield?" Li Yuan's eyes scanned over the reason on the obituary.

  He immediately thought of yesterday noon, when Teacher Li Yang received a message and left in a hurry.

  It's probably one thing.

  "Except for Mr. Fan Jin."

  "There are still ten teachers." Li Yuan's gaze unconsciously swept over the names of the other ten teachers.

  Only one war, due to a rescue operation whose name cannot be revealed.

  Did you lose eleven Yuan Wu warriors?

  At least he is a senior source martial artist.

  "War." Li Yuan thought of Robb Stark.

  Thought of uncle who was previously injured and almost died.

  "The war with the alien tribe is a matter of life and death." Li Yuan thought to himself, "Now, all I can do is try my best to become stronger."

  Stand still.

  Li Yuan remained silent for a long time, finally he gently closed the smart ring watch and grasped the long gun standing beside him again.

  Tighter than before.

  Then, continue practicing shooting.

  "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" The gun shadows danced, sometimes like a flowing galaxy, vast and unstoppable.

  Sometimes the gun light flashes, like a big river rushing forward, one move and one style are continuous.

  This night.

  Li Yuan's heart was moved, his mind became more calm, and his marksmanship became even more fierce.

  ……

  August 2nd, daytime.

  It started raining lightly in the sky.

  The school notice was not sent to Li Yuan alone.

  All students are aware that eleven teachers died in battle yesterday.

  Adding on the few days before, a small number of students who died in the practical assessment.

  The entire Kunlun Wu Da was shrouded in a layer of gloomy melancholy.

  More than 10 o'clock in the morning.

  All students received another notification message: 'Due to a large number of teachers performing war tasks, the teaching tasks of the following faculties and grades are suspended'.

  All courses for freshmen at the six institutes have been suspended.

  Because three deputy deans and many lecturers are temporarily out of contact.

  Li Yuan did not go find other classmates, but instead continued to cultivate alone in the villa.

  Everything goes according to one's own cultivation plan.

  It's as if nothing had happened.

  ……

  After eating lunch and taking tonic medicine.

  At two o'clock in the afternoon of that day, Li Yuan was about to practice the "Rocky Cultivation Method".

  Suddenly.

  "Master, received a transfer of 16 million Blue Star Coins reminder, the remitter is 'Wan Qinghe'." The intelligent assistant suddenly sounded an alert.

  "Huh?" Li Yuan's face showed a hint of surprise and doubt: "Why did Uncle Wan transfer the money back again?"

  Before Li Yuan sent a V-mail to Wan Qinghe, he had already received a communication reminder from Wan Qinghe.

  "Answer it." Li Yuan said immediately.

  Screen formation.

  The figure of Wan Qinghe appeared above, and against the background, it seemed that he was waiting in his own home.

  "Wan Shu, what's wrong?" Li Yuan was about to speak.

  "Li Yuan, don't ask, just listen." Wan Qinghe revealed a hint of helplessness: "Your uncle should have called you on WeChat by now. I couldn't persuade him otherwise and he can't hide it from you either."

  Li Yuan was shocked and couldn't hide it?

  "Or rather, your uncle is more formidable than you can imagine." Wan Qinghe sighed: "He only holds a mid-level management position in a state-owned enterprise, really underestimating himself. In my lifetime, I don't admire many people, but your uncle is one of them."

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

  Li Yuan became increasingly perplexed, what exactly was going on that could make Wan Shu say such things?

  Drip~

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

  "Your uncle has sent you a message, answer it first, we'll talk later." Wan Qinghe said.

  "Alright, Uncle Wan." Li Yuan nodded.

  He realized that it happened on his uncle's body, rather than Wan Qinghe.

  After hanging up the video call, Li Yuan answered a call from his uncle Li Changzhou.

  Video communication suggestion, Li Changzhou's figure appeared on it.

  Li Changzhou's complexion is not bad, very spirited, only very thin, looking like he has aged ten or more years compared to last year.

  "Uncle." Li Yuan spoke up, his voice involuntarily dropping by three degrees.

  "This is wrong of you." Li Changzhou was straightforward, his gaze warm and firm as he looked directly at Li Yuan.

  Li Yuan's heart involuntarily skipped a beat with a hint of panic.

  In front of Uncle Li Changzhou, Li Yuan has always been like a child.

  "1.6 billion for the first phase of treatment, a total of 7.4 billion for treatment? And you still want to deceive me directly without asking my opinion?" Li Changzhou said slowly: "Xiao Yuan, what do you really think?"

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

  "Xiao Yuan, I'm just hurt, not senile yet, I used to be a warrior too." Li Changzhou shook his head and said: "This morning, Professor Zhong sent me the treatment list, I asked a few classmates to inquire about it, and found that the items on the list far exceeded the surface price, even including high-yield products from the Star Realm... I realized something was off."

  "In short, I know now." Li Changzhou looked at Li Yuan: "This matter, you did wrong."

  "My body has already recovered, I've been discharged from the hospital for so long."

  "The Martial Arts Hall also arranged for free post-operative care, and the national security is very complete, so there is no need for such an expensive plan." Li Changzhou shook his head and said, "It's not necessary."

  Li Changzhou's voice was firm and resolute.

  "Free healthcare is not good enough." Li Yuan shook his head and said, "Uncle, I've asked the doctor, with this kind of healthcare, your body can't possibly recover to its peak condition."

  "And besides, spending this money doesn't affect me." Li Yuan also spoke straightforwardly: "You can rest assured, this money wasn't borrowed from anyone, but rather earned by me."

  "Is it earned?"

  "You've just been in college for a month, where did you earn it from?" Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan, his voice full of doubt: "Isn't it the money earned from the Wu Dian contract, university contract, or some competition activities in university?"

  "Right." Li Yuan nodded: "But this money is mine, take it to treat your body, why not?"

  "Wrong!"

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

  "This money doesn't belong to you!! This money, in essence, belongs to the country, and is owned by all taxpayers."

  "It's just because of your martial arts talent that you have gained control over them." Li Changzhou said in a low and powerful voice.

  Li Yuan was stunned.

  He vaguely understood his uncle's meaning.

  "Have you ever thought about it? Is everything you've done so far really worth getting so much money?" Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan.

  "Ordinary people work hard for a year and earn around 1 million Blue Star coins."

  "And you? From senior three to now, less than a year, should have earned tens of millions of Blue Star Coins, not including various master skills and free cultivation resources."

  "Working hard in school, having a separate villa, having someone provide you with everything, eating, dressing, living and sleeping without worrying about anything, and also having a lot of money to take... Is all this free, is it something that others should give you?"

  "This money didn't come out of thin air."

  "Every single Blue Star Coin is the hard work of countless people behind it, with warriors dying in the starry sky and ordinary people working hard, only then can there be equivalent goods." Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan: "You've read so many years of books, don't you understand this basic economic knowledge?"

  Li Yuan fell silent.

  How could he possibly not understand?

  From high school until now, the country or human civilization, including all kinds of teachers' resources, probably have spent around 50-60 million blue star coins.

  "Why is there a unified college entrance examination system across the country?"

  "Why are you cultivating martial artists with all your might? Why pour so many resources into them?" Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan and sighed, "You should understand better than me."

  "You know better than I do."

  "We human civilization has always been facing the danger of extinction! If we don't become strong, then we will die!!"

  "A great deal of resources have been invested in cultivating you martial arts prodigies, and it is you who will be entrusted with our hopes."

  "I hope you can finally stand up and take on the responsibility of guarding civilization." Li Changzhou said solemnly.

  "Uncle, I can earn this money back later..." Li Yuan's voice was somewhat hesitant.

  "That's for later."

  "If this money was earned by you venturing into the galaxy and truly relying on yourself, then I'll spend it as I please, regardless of what others think."

  "But now this money isn't yours to keep." Li Changzhou stared at Li Yuan: "That's right, the right to dispose of this money has been given to you, how you spend it is actually nobody's concern."

  "But I've taught you that as a person, it's okay to have personal feelings, but there should be a line in your heart."

  "You previously gave money privately to your aunt, mainly for raising your younger brother and sister, and it wasn't a lot, I didn't stop you."

  "But now, you want to spend so much money on a useless person like me. If those who struggled to gather resources with great difficulty knew that they were being used to cultivate people like you, would they understand?" Li Changzhou looked at Li Yuan: "Their hearts will only feel pain!!"

  "It's all in vain," Li Changzhou said dejectedly.

  "You're not a useless person, Uncle." Li Yuan couldn't help but retort: "You're a hero, these are all things you deserve."

  "Hero?"

  "For decades, the tens of thousands of soldiers and warriors who died in the Rob Sea, aren't they more heroic than me?" Li Changzhou looked at Li Yuan: "For hundreds of years, just my Xia country's battles against the Starry Sky creatures, with tens of millions of casualties, which one isn't a hero? Which one is inferior to me?"

  "Throughout human civilization till now, aren't the millions of warriors who died in battle heroes?"

  "Are they all treated like me?"

  Li Yuan stretched his mouth.

  But cannot be refuted.

  Because it is impossible for all the dead and wounded to have such treatment.

  The resources of human civilization are limited, especially precious high-grade treasures and martial arts resources, most of which are supplied to living warriors.