Chapter 92 Senior Test Drug Specialist, Annual Salary of One Hundred Million

Huo Yuanqi represented none other than the Martial God Academy.

As soon as these words left his mouth, the entire upper echelon of the Martial Arts Research Institute was stunned, all eyes turning to Zhang Chu in shock.

Even Luo Zhidong’s eyes trembled fiercely.

The Martial God Academy was a third-tier advanced institution on the continent—a level above the Martial Arts Research Institute.

Those able to enter the Martial God Academy were exceptional dual-force warriors, elite talents from various academies and the Martial Arts Administration.

Such a prestigious institution.

Yet Huo Yuanqi actually knew of Zhang Chu’s existence.

This was beyond everyone’s expectations.

“Xiao Chu, is there something you’re hiding from us? Even Chief Huo knows you,” Luo Zhidong said with a laugh.

What?

Zhang Chu put on an innocent face. Aside from his cheat-like system, there seemed to be nothing else he was hiding.

“My father-in-law is a member of the Binzhou Martial Arts Administration and the director of the Covey Research Institute, Qin Zaiye. He had dinner at my place recently and mentioned you,” Huo Yuanqi explained.

Hearing this, Zhang Chu finally let out a breath of relief.

No wonder Qin Zaiye could operate a private pharmaceutical research institute like Covey and have official collaborations with the Binzhou Martial Arts Research Institute.

It turned out he had such a powerful son-in-law as Huo Yuanqi.

“Zhang Chu, you know Elder Qin?” Even Zhang Xueying was surprised.

“You might not be aware that, besides being your institute’s visiting professor, Mr. Zhang Chu is also a senior partner at Covey Research Institute, with a net worth in the billions,” Huo Yuanqi continued. “For the recently approved Blood Essence Pill project, Mr. Zhang Chu’s contribution was paramount.”

With that single sentence, Huo Yuanqi laid all of Zhang Chu’s cards on the table.

“Teacher Xiao Chu, I never imagined you were hiding so much!” Luo Zhidong and Zhang Xueying exchanged glances, both feeling deeply shaken.

A senior partner at Covey Research Institute.

A leading researcher in the Blood Essence Pill project.

This was practically cheating!

Zhang Xueying’s eyes lingered on Zhang Chu’s handsome profile. At that moment, she was certain of one thing: she absolutely had to ask Zhang Chu for help!

“Well… what a coincidence,” Zhang Chu replied awkwardly, rubbing his nose and glancing a bit guiltily at Huo Yuanqi.

Since Huo Yuanqi knew him.

He must also be aware of his reckless drug testing.

When it came to Spiritual Realm practitioners, Zhang Chu felt uneasy.

If the Martial God Academy decided to fixate on this and had Spiritual Realm practitioners examine his body, they might uncover the system hidden within his mind-sea.

“Well, the speech is about to begin. I’ll go prepare,” Zhang Chu decided to make his exit.

At the very least, he needed to call Qin Zaiye later and ask about Huo Yuanqi’s intentions.

He had no desire to become anyone’s lab rat!

“Since Chief Huo knows our Professor Xiao Chu, you must also know that he’s one of the institute’s rare talents in recent years,” Luo Zhidong took the chance to say. “Perhaps the Martial God Academy might give him special consideration.”

Among the nine hundred and ninety-nine Martial Arts Research Institutes across the continent, Binzhou had always ranked near the bottom due to its location.

In the past decade, not a single student had made it into the Martial God Academy.

If they could use this connection with Huo Yuanqi to push Zhang Chu forward, it would bring great prestige to the Binzhou Martial Arts Research Institute!

“I’m looking forward to Zhang Chu’s speech,” Huo Yuanqi merely replied, not revealing his true intentions, and entered the grand auditorium.

“Shirong, Xueying, make arrangements for a banquet in a larger hotel after the speech to properly host Chief Huo,” Luo Zhidong instructed, quickly following after.

“Xueying, you’ve got a keen eye,” Wang Shirong, a man in his sixties, gave Zhang Xueying a thumbs-up before heading into the auditorium.

“Uncle, don’t talk nonsense, there’s nothing going on,” Zhang Xueying protested, fully aware that her uncle Wang Shirong was talking about her and Zhang Chu—rumors that had been circulating around the academy. She didn’t really mind, but she was a bit embarrassed.

Seven o’clock in the evening.

The entire auditorium, filled with five thousand students and teachers, was packed to the brim.

Luo Zhidong gave an opening speech, summarizing six key points.

He then solemnly invited Huo Yuanqi to the stage.

Upon hearing Huo Yuanqi’s position and his praise for Zhang Chu, the entire academy was set abuzz. Even the servers of the Binzhou Martial Artists’ Forum crashed from the excitement.

Being recognized by the head of the Martial God Academy’s inspection team was an honor Binzhou hadn’t seen in nearly a decade.

In the Martial Arts Administration’s detention center.

Seven o’clock was television time for the detainees.

Dressed in prison garb, Su Mingyue’s composure shattered when she saw the live broadcast from the Martial Arts Research Institute: “Why? Why does Zhang Chu get the Martial God Academy’s favor?!”

Meanwhile, back in the auditorium.

After several leaders had spoken, Zhang Chu strode onto the stage under the spotlight, exuding confidence and charm.

A number of female students in the audience were visibly smitten.

Zhang Xueying sat in the second row, her gaze utterly captivated.

It wasn’t that they lacked standards.

It was simply that Zhang Chu was too handsome.

The time for Zhang Chu’s speech had come: “The topic of my presentation is ‘After Obtaining the Spiritual Power Pearl from the Star Beast’s Tree Hollow: How to Rapidly Advance Your Cultivation.’”

The script, written by Huang Lili, was quite official in tone.

A round of flattery left Luo Zhidong and the other administrators basking in satisfaction, as if enjoying a foot massage.

Then came the summary of six points.

There was little of real substance—mostly vague platitudes and motivational talk.

Zhang Chu had no personal insights to offer; he relied entirely on his cheat system.

But the audience response was excellent—they found it very useful.

The speech was broadcast live on all the major video platforms. The entire city of Binzhou, with a population of over a million, learned one thing: “Zhang Chu is a once-in-a-century genius for Binzhou—even the Martial God Academy has sent someone for him.”

Two hours later, the speech that had shaken Binzhou finally concluded.

Luo Zhidong gave a personal commendation: “Junior brother, your speech tonight was truly outstanding. It’s been a long time since our Martial Arts Research Institute has seen such excitement. We’ve already trended on the hot search.”

“Even your suit has sold out,” Zhang Xueying added.

“…”

Zhang Chu was speechless.

To think a speech could drive up sales of a suit—utterly absurd.

“Teacher Zhang Chu’s speech was indeed remarkable,” Huo Yuanqi walked over just as Zhang Chu was basking in the moment’s glory.

Luo Zhidong and the others immediately stepped aside, showing their respect.

As the vice dean, Wang Shirong quickly said, “Thank you for your recognition, Chief Huo. We’ve already booked a restaurant. Please do us the honor of attending and guiding our academy’s work.”

“I’d be happy to join you for dinner. But before that, there’s something I’d like to discuss privately with Teacher Zhang Chu—could you find us an office?” Huo Yuanqi clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Zhang Chu.

A chill ran through Zhang Chu’s body, and he thought to himself, “Damn, is Huo Yuanqi planning to dissect me?”

“I’ll arrange it myself,” Luo Zhidong quickly led the two of them into the same office as before.

Soon, only Zhang Chu and Huo Yuanqi remained inside.

“Teacher Zhang Chu, there’s no need to be nervous. You’re my father-in-law’s business partner—we’re practically family,” Huo Yuanqi said.

Only then did Zhang Chu relax. “Chief Huo, what did you want to see me about in private?”

“Your special constitution—my father-in-law has told me all about it. I’ve also systematically reviewed your experimental data at Covey Research Institute.”

“I’m here today not only for the routine inspection of the Martial Arts Research Institute and the Martial Arts Administration, but also for an important mission.”

With a flick of his right hand, Huo Yuanqi produced a badge and a contract, placing them before Zhang Chu. “On behalf of the Martial God Academy’s Pill Center, I would like to appoint you as a Senior Experimental Tester, with an annual salary of one hundred million!”