High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

Ye Chu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes sparkling with barely suppressed joy and gratitude.

This time, Ye Chu gently accepted the ancient-looking manual, "Dragon's Roar Body Protection Technique," with both hands, as if he were receiving the most precious treasure in the world.

"Thank you, senior. This 'Dragon's Roar Body Protection Technique' is like a beacon in the darkness and a guide when I am lost. Its value far exceeds what I can express in words."

Ye Chu's voice was filled with sincerity and excitement, every word seeming to burst forth from the depths of his heart.

Ye Chu felt as if a spring breeze had swept over him, and his smile grew even brighter.

He secretly admired the professor from the Shanghai Martial Arts University, who was not only knowledgeable but also had a keen eye for gift-giving and a deep understanding of people's hearts.

This gift is not just a secret manual, but also a testament to the expectations and deep affection for the younger generation, which inspires respect.

"Dragon's Roar Body Protection Technique" is a legendary Heaven-level combat skill whose value has long surpassed the worldly measure of gold and silver.

It contains ancient and powerful energy. It is said that when cultivated to its fullest potential, one can transform the roar of a dragon into a protective aura that is impervious to all attacks and indestructible.

Even if you searched through all the libraries and secret vaults in Zhenhai City, you probably wouldn't be able to find three such precious combat manuals.

This professor from the bustling metropolis generously gifted it to him, a gesture that deeply moved Ye Chu.

At this moment, the light in Ye Chu's eyes shone brightly, giving the entire courtyard a dreamlike color.

He gently opened the cover of "Dragon's Roar Body Protection Technique." The ancient paper was densely covered with profound cultivation methods, each word seemingly containing the mysteries of the world, captivating the reader.

Ye Chu knew that this was not only an opportunity, but also a responsibility—a responsibility to pass on this power and protect the peace of this land.

Seeing this, Zhao Longchen's smile deepened, a complex emotion of admiration and anticipation.

"You have a good eye, Ye Chu. You certainly didn't disappoint me. This Heaven-level combat technique is extremely rare, even in the talent-rich and powerful Shanghai Martial Arts University. Its value cannot be measured in money."

His words carried a hint of pride, as if he were showing Ye Chu his most precious treasure.

"If you can diligently cultivate and master it, it will undoubtedly be like adding wings to a tiger, making your path in martial arts much wider and unobstructed. In the future, you will surely leave your own legendary chapter in this vast world of martial arts."

At this point, Zhao Longchen's smile became even brighter, as if he had already foreseen Ye Chu's future glorious achievements.

"The moment you step into Shanghai, no matter what difficulties you encounter or if you want to further improve your strength, you can come to me at any time. Remember, this will always be your safe haven, and I, Zhao Longchen, vow to witness your growth with my own eyes."

As the words fell, the entire secret room seemed to be filled with an invisible force, a resonance about dreams, courage, and commitment.

Looking at this mentor and friend, Ye Chu felt an unprecedented sense of determination and gratitude welling up in his heart.

He knew that from this moment on, his destiny had quietly changed, and a martial arts journey full of challenges and opportunities was about to begin.

Seeing this, Zhao Longchen's lips curled into a gentle yet undeniably sharp smile. His gaze swept around the room, as if trying to etch this moment of glory and splendor deep into his heart. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic, like the tolling of an ancient bell, clearly echoing in everyone's ears:

"Alright, everyone, the crowning of the martial arts tournament champion and all the subsequent matters have now come to a successful conclusion. Today's gathering is both an affirmation of past efforts and an expectation for the future. At this moment, I, Zhao Longchen, sincerely extend my deepest respect to every participant. However, I also have my own path to continue, so I will refrain from further intrusion."

After speaking, he paused slightly, turned his gaze to the friend beside him whom he was about to part ways, and a look of reluctance and anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"We'll reunite in Shanghai, that dazzling metropolis. New challenges await us there, and new glories await us to write. Let's each strive hard, and when we meet again, let's celebrate with a toast!"

After Zhao Longchen finished speaking, he slowly stood up, like a majestic mountain, inspiring awe even as he was about to depart.

Some of the martial artists who had accompanied him looked reluctant to part with him, while others expressed their deep respect. They all wanted to keep this hero who had just created a miracle in the martial arts world.

"Professor Zhao, why not stay a few more days and let us celebrate properly?" A martial artist stepped forward, his tone filled with reluctance and sincerity.

However, Zhao Longchen simply waved his hand, a gesture that was both resolute and contained a hint of barely perceptible tenderness: "I appreciate everyone's kindness, but the road ahead is long, and time waits for no one. Remember, true martial artists always grow through constant challenges and journeys. Today's farewell is for an even more splendid reunion tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned around, his steps firm and composed, as if each step was on the beat of destiny, leading his own rhythm.

Just before getting into the car, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the crowd, his eyes shining with an unusually bright light. He specifically instructed them:

"There is one more thing, concerning Ye Chu, this promising young man. Please take good care of him."

His every need, from clothing and food to shelter and transportation, must be meticulously arranged to ensure he feels the warmth and strength of our martial arts community. He is our future, and our hope.

After speaking, Zhao Longchen finally boarded the train for his return journey. The train door slowly closed, shutting out the noise of the outside world, but it could not sever his dedication and love for martial arts.

As the vehicle slowly drove away, what remained were the lingering echoes of a legend, and the sparks of boundless anticipation for unknown challenges ignited in everyone's hearts.

However, as Zhao Longchen's agile figure gradually disappeared into the night, an imperceptible undercurrent seemed to be quietly surging in the air.

The moonlight was as clear as if it had been washed, and its silvery glow spilled onto the empty parking lot, adding a touch of mystery and anticipation to the scene that was about to unfold.

Just then, the doors of the following vehicles slowly opened, as if a heavy door of history was being gently pushed open, foreshadowing the beginning of an extraordinary story.

Inside the car, an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit, with a dignified air, slowly stepped out. Every step he took was so steady and powerful, as if each step was on the traces of time.

This person is the president of the Zhenhai Martial Arts Association, a legendary figure who enjoys a high reputation in this land.

The president wore a warm smile, a smile that contained both affection for the younger generation and a hint of unfathomable wisdom.

His gaze was sharp as he looked directly at Ye Chu, who stood not far away. His voice was gentle yet authoritative as he spoke: "Champion, Brother Ye Chu, it's truly an honor to meet you! Although our Zhenhai City is located in a remote area and cannot compare to the prosperity of big cities, nor does it possess those priceless treasures, please allow me, on behalf of the association, to offer a small token of our appreciation as a small gift to Brother Ye Chu. We hope you won't find it offensive."

The president's words carried a hint of humility, but Ye Chu knew perfectly well what was going on.

He knew that the president held an extraordinary position in the martial arts world, and the items he used could not possibly be ordinary.

Ye Chu smiled faintly, a smile that reflected both gratitude for the president's hospitality and curiosity and anticipation for the "little gift" he was about to receive.

"President, you're too kind. I'm already flattered to have your favor. No matter how small the gift is, it's a token of your goodwill, and I will cherish it." Ye Chu's words were gentle and refined, yet they revealed an indescribable confidence and composure.

Under the moonlight, their conversation resembled a duel between masters—concise yet subtly sharp. With a gentle wave of the guild leader's hand, an attendant swiftly stepped forward, carrying an antique wooden box adorned with intricate and exquisite carvings, exuding an air of extraordinary refinement. Ye Chu accepted the box, a surge of inexplicable excitement welling up within him.

Then, the president's lips curled into a meaningful smile, like a flower blooming in early spring, both warm and concealing a secret. He slowly stretched out his hand, palm up, where several round, jade-like pills, emitting a faint glow, lay quietly, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky, attracting attention.

"Young friend Ye Chu, I have also prepared a few Body Tempering Pills especially for you."

The president's words carried a hint of pride and anticipation, as if these were not merely pills, but keys to the path to becoming a powerful being.

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Ye Chu's eyes, and he nodded, his expression revealing the importance he placed on this precious gift.

For martial artists, the Body Tempering Pill is undoubtedly a rare and precious treasure, capable of greatly enhancing physical strength and laying a solid foundation for future cultivation.

This is not just a gift, but also an affirmation of Ye Chu's strength and an expectation for his future.

Seeing Ye Chu accept the generous gift without hesitation, the president of the Martial Arts Association smiled with satisfaction. His smile reflected both his appreciation for the younger generation and his pride in his discerning eye.

He gently patted Ye Chu's shoulder, as if conveying an invisible strength and trust, then turned and left with peace of mind, his back view exuding a sense of freedom and composure.

Ye Chu, this young martial artist, had just won the martial arts competition with his extraordinary strength, overpowering all others. His name spread like wildfire throughout Zhenhai City.

Not only that, he also followed Senior Wu Hongdao and participated in a thrilling battle, successfully wiping out the domineering Shao family.

This battle not only demonstrated his bravery and wisdom, but also made him famous, making him an idol and role model in the hearts of countless martial artists.

For Ye Chu, this battle was like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, a brilliant moment of destiny. Once he ascended to the dragon, his fate underwent a dramatic change, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, shining with unprecedented brilliance.

He was no longer that unknown boy, but had embarked on his own path to the pinnacle of martial arts. Every step was full of challenges and opportunities, and every breath seemed to tell of his indomitable spirit and struggle.

Ye Chu stood at the door, watching the president's departing figure.

As night fell, the stars hid behind thick clouds, as if even the sky itself was holding its breath in curiosity about what was about to unfold.

Even the deep darkness of night couldn't stop wave after wave of visitors.

As if drawn by an invisible force, they surged toward Ye Chu's residence. The threshold creaked under the constant footsteps, as if it might break at any moment under the weight of the fervor.

If it weren't for Wu Hongdao, the powerful and renowned mayor of Zhenhai City, who provided Ye Chu with an unshakable protection, a solid barrier would not have been built.

It's likely that this threshold has already been worn down, and the crowd outside will surge in like a tidal wave, submerging the place where Ye Chu is currently living.

Wu Hongdao's name was like an invisible spell, forcing those who coveted him but dared not act rashly to wait in line and visit him one by one.

These visitors were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Zhenhai City. Dressed in fine clothes, they carried all kinds of rare gifts, from exquisite jade artifacts to rare medicinal herbs, from famous paintings and calligraphy to priceless treasures. Each item shone with dazzling brilliance, demonstrating the status and sincerity of the gift givers.

Their faces were full of smiles, smiles that showed both awe for Ye Chu and a desire to build a closer relationship, as if their relationship with Ye Chu had long surpassed a simple acquaintance, and that of close friends who had shared life and death and relied on each other through thick and thin.

Ye Chu stood in the center of the hall, his eyes filled with both weariness and helplessness. Faced with the endless stream of visitors, he had to adjust his expression again and again, greeting each one with the most appropriate smile.

His smile held a hint of forced smile, yet it also revealed a composed demeanor, making one wonder if more complex thoughts lay hidden behind this seemingly warm reception.

Although Ye Chu's heart was in turmoil, on the surface he maintained his gentle and refined demeanor, expressing his sincere gratitude for each gift.

He knew that these gifts were not merely material possessions, but also exchanges of connections and resources—delicate relationships he had to carefully manage in this complex world. Therefore, even when faced with these priceless treasures, Ye Chu merely smiled faintly, while secretly calculating how to transform these gifts into more advantageous bargaining chips for himself.

As night deepened, Ye Chu's mansion remained brightly lit and bustling with activity, as if the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the entire Zhenhai City had converged here.