Resisting temptation makes you stronger? I'm going to build a base and cultivate martial arts.

White Wolf picked up the agreement and carefully read through it clause by clause.

The meanings of the words are similar, but there are more details.

If you give up this opportunity, you will basically be cut off from high-level martial arts for the rest of your life.

From then on, they could only practice the most common health cultivation techniques available on the market. Once they showed any trace of intermediate or higher-level techniques, they would be summoned by the Cultivator Management Bureau.

If the explanation is unclear, or if it involves violations, the person will be classified as an underground monk and severely punished.

However, if you accept this opportunity, you will have to undergo various examinations regularly and irregularly.

This includes, but is not limited to, blood draws, physical tests, and mental health tests.

The advantage is that you can directly become a special non-staff member of the Monk Administration Bureau.

Not only can you receive a salary, but you can also enjoy various benefits such as subsequent promotions, information synchronization, and allocation of cultivation resources.

"Then what about my college entrance exam..." White Wolf looked at Fang Chi.

"Consider it a direct admission to the Master's University. Your citizenship will be cancelled immediately, and the bureau will also help you obtain a Master's ID card," Fang Chi replied with experience.

White Wolf scratched his head: "So, just like that, I went straight from student to cultivator?"

"He's a temporary cultivator," Fang Chi corrected seriously.

But soon he laughed again: "The Cultivator Administration is really short-staffed right now, so this is the opportunity. Think it over carefully."

"There's not much to consider..." White Wolf took a deep breath.

Before the three could relax, he continued, "...but I have one more question."

"Ask away!" The middle-aged man's smile faded.

In his experience, this kind of problem is usually the most troublesome and the most likely to cause negotiations to break down.

White Wolf scratched his face: "Are there many eligible single beauties in the bureau?"

"Huh?" The three of them frowned.

"It means someone around my age, five years older is fine, five years younger..." White Wolf explained.

"Wait! There's no need to say anything more!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened.

The young man didn't give him a friendly look either.

Only the middle-aged woman looked him up and down, a motherly smile on her face: "There are quite a few girls in the bureau, but they're all quite skilled. Whether you can make it or not depends on you."

"Okay, that's good!"

White Wolf was very confident.

All he needs is for the other person to seduce him.

The ideal situation is that the other party uses her as bait to lure her in, while she seals her heart with cement to avoid delaying the other party's cultivation.

Soon, with the three witnesses, White Wolf signed his name and pressed his fingerprint.

At the same time, he also learned the names of the three people.

The middle-aged man was Fang Chi, an instructor at the Cultivator Management Bureau and a third-level cultivator.

The middle-aged woman was Deng Yi, a first-level cultivator and the canteen auntie of the Cultivator Administration Bureau.

The young man was Cen Feiyu, an assistant instructor and a second-tier cultivator.

"Wait, did they slip some weirdos in?" White Wolf wanted to ask.

But Fang Chi had already patted his shoulder: "Alright, get ready. The bureau is desperately short-staffed, so even newcomers need to get ready to work. Come here at 8 a.m. tomorrow for a basic theory class."

Upon hearing this, the white wolf's attention was immediately diverted.

He felt like he was cheating and didn't want to waste time like a greenhorn following the rules.

"Could you give me some new martial arts manuals to practice on my own? I'd like to participate in actual combat directly."

"No way!" Fang Chi shook his head. "Having a lot of theory but no experience will leave you clueless when it comes to actually doing it. But having experience but no theory will lead to a very ridiculous death."

As he spoke, he turned the white wolf around and gave it a gentle push on the shoulder.

"Believe me, I've seen far too much of this."

Hearing the resolute words behind him, White Wolf had no choice but to leave.

……

Fang Chi only sat down again after the white wolf's footsteps gradually faded away.

"How is it?" He looked at Cen Feiyu.

The young man had been standing there like a background figure, barely saying a word.

"I've been hiding the reason I went to the nightclub, but the disturbance and the encounter with the strange people were purely accidental." Cen Feiyu said, his hands casually in his pockets. "His final inquiry to the beautiful woman was quite earnest."

"It matches what the security camera captured." Deng Yi, the cafeteria worker, had a warm smile on her face. "I quite liked the way they suddenly rebelled. Hmm, they're not bad looking either."

"His natural talent is average, but his skills are solid." Fang Chi's fingers twitched slightly, as if reliving the feeling from before. "He must be very hardworking in private; he's a promising talent. Sign him!"

The other two nodded.

The three then signed their opinions and names.

Thus, with the three people's guarantees, White Wolf entered the Cultivator Management Bureau.

……

After wandering around for a long time, the white wolf finally walked out of the management bureau's guard post.

Twenty-four hours passed, and the sky outside turned black again.

He determined the direction and then slowly ran towards his home.

"Unfortunately, making this choice doesn't exactly mean resisting temptation. Sigh!"

White Wolf glanced at the panel, feeling a little disappointed.

That's normal, though.

After all, he originally wanted to join the Cultivator Management Bureau.

In a way, I've achieved a meteoric rise to success.

With this optimism, the white wolf floated back to Baima New Village.

As he passed by that alley, even though he knew it should have been cleaned up, he still subconsciously turned his head to look at that corner.

Just then.

Deep in the dark alley, a glimmer of gold flashed, like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings.

"Holy crap! Is it really that fierce?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the white wolf opened its mouth and roared, "Help! The aliens have returned to take revenge on humanity!"

The roar echoed through the alley.

The entire Baima New Village was thrown into chaos.

But soon, the lights went out one after another, and the sounds also disappeared quickly.

The entire urban village quickly became dark and quiet, like a tomb.

The white wolf was on high alert.

However, no support from the Monk Administration Bureau appeared.

The golden figure did not rush out to kill.

Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible sound of crying could be heard.

White Wolf waited for a while, and seeing no response, he inexplicably took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and slowly moved over.

There was a strong, almost mellow, smell of blood in the air.

But there wasn't a single drop of blood to be seen around the alley; only various unidentified sharp cracks covered the walls.

The white wolf kept breathing and walked deeper and deeper until he finally saw something different.

It was a person dressed in black, lying face down on the ground.

The black clothes were riddled with holes.

The person inside the clothes had become a dried-up corpse, skin and bones.

The white wolf was startled.

This was the first time he had clearly witnessed the carnage caused by the aliens.

The mummified corpse's hand was outstretched, as if even in death it wanted to grasp something.

White Wolf gently raised his phone.

The light gradually moved upwards.

Finally, a tiny figure was captured in the photo.

The figure trembled slightly, as if burned by the light.

"Please, don't kill me! I'll do anything. I'm already like this, I'm no threat to you at all. Please, spare me!"

White Wolf took a deep breath.

Although their faces were not clearly visible, their brilliant blond hair and slightly magnetic voice still revealed their identity.

That's the guy who beat himself to a pulp last night.

Her current small appearance is not because she has become a child, but simply because her hands and feet have been torn apart, leaving only a large piece of her body in the middle.

Even her once vine-like blonde hair has now shrunk to a normal waist length.

The blonde woman seemed to recognize the white wolf as well.

"I didn't kill you, have you forgotten?" She lifted her tear-streaked face, forcing a smile. "I like you very much. I'm willing to be your servant for eternity, even if it means making a pact with you."

The white wolf first carefully examined the locations of the other's broken limbs before hesitatingly asking, "Really?"

"Really!" The blonde woman nodded with difficulty. "The contract is very simple. Just squeeze out a little blood and smear it on my forehead."

"Hmm..." The white wolf's face was full of hesitation.

Seeing an opportunity, the blonde woman quickly said, "I am the Holy Maiden of the vampire clan. If the contract succeeds, besides me, all the power and wealth of the entire vampire clan will be yours!"

The white wolf's brows were furrowed tightly, as if he were struggling desperately.

Suddenly, meowing sounds began to come from afar.

The Monk Administration Bureau is coming.

The blonde woman didn't try to persuade him anymore; she just stared at the white wolf with teary eyes.

With a hardened heart, the white wolf slowly approached.

The woman smiled weakly and ingratiatingly.

His entire body collapsed to the ground, limp and powerless, as if ready to be picked at will.

Five meters,

Three meters

Two meters!

White Wolf directly uses the technique of "reducing the deficiency to supplement the excess," deducting from Constitution and adding it to Strength.

Then unleash your full power!

Two fists in the chest and one fist in the chest.

Even the gods would shake their heads in disbelief!

The golden hair that had been lying in wait underground had just risen up when it fell silent again.

But the white wolf did not stop.

Although he felt unwell due to his declining physical condition, he still used all his strength to keep throwing punches.

They only stopped when they were panting heavily.

At this point, the enemy is nothing but a pile of flesh and blood.

The chaotic shouts from the Cultivator Administration Bureau were already close by when White Wolf finally sighed silently.

"The prize pool has accumulated to this level, you've got to give me something big!"