"I say, Teacher," Duan Feng Bu'er draped an arm casually over Chek Fulit's shoulder, his face splitting into a smug, infuriating grin that practically invited a slap. "Got a moment? How about you give my friend here his assessment now?"

Moshu Kunsa desperately wanted to spit a torrent of blood onto Duan Feng Bu'er's face, but his body was too agonizingly paralyzed to move. That single kick hadn't just fractured six ribs; the Fighting Qi injected into him acted like a squad of suicidal shock troops, rampaging through his insides, threatening to shatter his very Fighting Apertures.

Isabella was compelled to re-evaluate Chek Fulit, who hadn't even made a move. She had initially assumed these two warriors bearing the introduction letters from the Torrential War Fortress were mere retainers—either for Duan Feng Bu'er, the Bloodline Warrior, or for Biluo, the genius Mage.

Once Moshu Kunsa was defeated by both Gan Jing and Chek Fulit, if the Bloodline Warrior or the genius Mage Biluo strongly insisted on keeping them...

She could seize the opportunity to demand they be only visiting students, enjoying none of the academy's benefits.

She truly hadn't expected this... Isabella scrutinized Gan Jing and Duan Feng Bu'er. That late-stage Awakened Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warrior couldn't even best the ordinary warrior Gan Jing. As for Chek Fulit...

Was this kid truly a warrior? Isabella studied the handsome Chek Fulit, musing internally. If he chose the path of a kept man, he would likely have an incredibly bright future ahead of him. Such good looks... they clashed so severely with the rugged, iron-blooded temperament required of a warrior. Gan Jing, on the other hand, looked much more like a warrior.

Isabella decided against summoning another teacher to assess Chek Fulit. Surely, this last remaining young warrior who hadn't been tested couldn't be far behind in strength. If another instructor ended up injured, the reputation of the Conquest War Academy would be utterly ruined.

Ruined? A faint hint of self-mockery touched Isabella's lips. Gan Jing had used the guise of a teacher assessment to unleash his power right in front of her, severely wounding the examining instructor. She had tried to intervene but failed to stop the damage. Hadn't she already lost enough face?

Even without manifesting her Bloodline War Form... Isabella shook her head again, despising herself for even considering using her Bloodline War Form against a mere incoming freshman.

"Congratulations to the five of you; you are now officially students of the Conquest War Academy." Isabella forced a smile back onto her face. Despite the colossal embarrassment from her recent blunder, these new students were all outstanding and deeply gratifying!

The two young warrior students who had first met Gan Jing and the others stared at Instructor Moshu Kunsa, slumped in the corner, severely injured and spitting blood. They looked at the throwing knife deeply embedded in the wall, and then at Gan Jing, who had made such a flashy entrance by crippling an instructor but now stood there looking completely unbothered. They instinctively flinched and exchanged a glance.

"None of these new students are easy marks!"

The two young warrior students caught the unspoken meaning in each other's eyes and nodded lightly. They felt relief: it was the good-tempered genius Mage Biluo they had encountered first. If they had initially tried to antagonize this Gan Jing...

He dared to strike a teacher in the presence of the Principal! What wouldn't he dare to do? The two young warriors glanced again at the wounded Instructor Moshu Kunsa, instinctively patting their own chests. If not for sheer luck, wouldn't they be in the same state?

A minor disturbance, and an instructor who had attempted to extort students ended up costing him two broken arms and six fractured ribs, successfully securing Gan Jing and his group entry into the Conquest War Academy.

Isabella directed the two young warrior students beside her to carry Instructor Moshu Kunsa to the academy's medical bay, all while regarding Gan Jing and the others with a troubled expression.

Students of different skill levels and potential would be allocated different resources by the academy.

Different instructors and distinct curriculum tracks.

The higher the caliber of the student, the more investment the academy would pour into these aspects. For instance, after Biluo announced his intention to join the Conquest War Academy following his assessment, every single instructor in the Magic Department, including the two Vice-Principals overseeing Magic, convened to specially design a curriculum for Biluo’s magical study and practice based on his unique situation.

Arranging the curriculum and resources for a Bloodline Warrior like Duan Feng Bu'er, however, could follow existing precedents for other Bloodline Warriors.

Although Fen Tu Shi Jia was merely an ordinary warrior, because his entire family served as the spiritual vanguard for all ordinary warriors, he would receive the highest level of reception at any advanced War Academy.

As for Gan Jing... Isabella was genuinely distressed. Gan Jing appeared to be the same age as Fen Tu Kuang Ge, yet his strength surpassed even that of Duan Feng Bu'er, a Bloodline Warrior whose inherited power had awakened relatively late.

What would the future hold for a warrior like this? Isabella had no data, no precedent. Should she assign him courses based on Bloodline Warriors of similar strength? Or, because he was an ordinary warrior, should she give him superior resources? Or perhaps slightly lesser ones?

The academy's resources were not infinite; every resource needed to be utilized optimally.

"Regarding your curriculum and resources..." Isabella paused thoughtfully. "I will likely need a few days to devise a proper plan. In the meantime, would you prefer to settle into a dormitory, or do you plan to continue residing at the Torrential War Fortress?"

Gan Jing rubbed the side of his nose rhythmically. In a place like the Endless World, staying at the Torrential War Fortress was definitely safer; school dormitories were always somewhat chaotic. "Principal, we'll stay at the Torrential War Fortress."

Isabella was momentarily stunned. Staying at the Torrential War Fortress? It seemed these individuals had deep connections with the Fortress. Not just anyone could secure lodging at the Warrior's Guild. This bear, Mu Gui Wu Xin, had truly stumbled into good fortune this time, finding so many promising young warriors.

"In that case, follow me." Isabella turned, her long hair behind her flowing gently in the air as she strode forward without looking back. "I will issue each of you a pass, allowing you free movement and observation within the academy. If you find any courses particularly interesting, or any instructors you deeply admire, you may audit them. Alternatively, tell me, and I will consider whether, based on your individual characteristics, those courses are suitable to be integrated into your formal curriculum."

Gan Jing nodded repeatedly. Advanced War Academies truly differed vastly from introductory ones. Tailoring instruction to individual traits was the most correct path, maximizing a student's latent potential.

However, Gan Jing pursed his lips; this method of cultivation was incredibly expensive! It was no wonder that in the memoirs of any powerhouse who had survived the Human-Demon Battlefield, war was described, in a certain sense, as a colossal drain on finance.

War machines trained over years at immense cost, only to be quickly destroyed on the Human-Demon Battlefield, meant all that money and effort had been wasted.

After walking for a few minutes through the Conquest War Academy, which resembled a small city, Gan Jing followed Isabella into another ancient-looking small building. The walls were adorned with portraits of white-bearded old men and deeply wrinkled old women.

These elders, ancient even in the likenesses, nonetheless exuded a sharpness like that of an expertly honed blade. Though time had passed, if they were drawn, they would surely flash with cold, radiant light!

Gan Jing noticed a small signature beneath every portrait. Each name was rendered in a distinct calligraphy, possessing its own unique aura, yet all carried the same underlying flavor—a feeling of bidding farewell to loved ones.

"These are all the past Principals of our Conquest War Academy." Isabella sat down in a rattan chair so old it must surely be an antique. "Whenever a Principal senses the approach of their final days, they choose to step down and head towards the Human-Demon Battlefield..." Isabella's beautiful eyes shone with a trace of genuine admiration. "For a true warrior, to die peacefully while knowing the war is far from over is shameful."

Gan Jing carefully examined every piece of furniture in the room. The more he looked, the less he could determine whether the past Principals of the Conquest War Academy were frugal or extravagant.

Nearly every item in here was centuries, perhaps even millennia, old. It seemed that, out of consideration for saving money, each successive Principal had simply continued to use the possessions passed down from the previous one.

These objects, which should have been nothing more than worn-out junk, had become genuine antiques through generations of dedicated use and the passage of time. To maintain an office furnished with priceless antiques—surely only the patriarchs of legendary great families could afford such luxury.

"Here are your passes." Isabella looked at Gan Jing, who remained standing in place. "Is there anything else?"

Gan Jing considered briefly, carefully arranging his words. "It's like this, Principal. I need to request leave."

Request leave? Isabella’s right hand, which had been supporting her cheek, suddenly went limp. She suspected her hearing might have played tricks on her. They had just enrolled, hadn't even been assigned a class yet, and he was already asking for leave?

"What is the matter?" Isabella frowned slightly. This was the golden time for enhancing a warrior's strength. For young warrior students, wasting even a single day of leave was an immense luxury.

"I wish to bring my father here to the Torrential War Fortress," Gan Jing stated calmly. "My father raised me, but he never lived a good life. Now that I have some strength, I want to ensure my father can live comfortably. My father always hoped I would become his pride, and today, I can finally achieve a small part of that..."