Chapter 91

Finally, things are getting better. I will make up for what I owe, and the updates will be back to a minimum of 5000!

The Great Elder was extremely frustrated. From the very beginning, he was wrong. The Great Elder had always believed that the Second Elder was opposing him, so he ignored the root cause of the incident. The root cause was due to Mofei, and Mofei was a student of the Unrivaled Academy. Strictly speaking, the main character in this incident should have been the Unrivaled President. Although the Second Elder came out to criticize, once the Unrivaled President knew about the matter, the person opposing the Great Elder immediately became the Unrivaled President.

Faced with the results of the Elder Council's vote, the Great Elder was extremely depressed. What made him even more helpless was that the incident involving the Supervision Department should have been the responsibility of the Seventh Elder, but now the task of calming the crowd fell to him, the head of the department. So, the Great Elder directly harbored resentment towards the Seventh Elder.

"President! I believe this incident has fully demonstrated that the Seventh Elder is not suitable for the position of councilor. As the head of the Supervision Department, he allowed controlled weapons to leak out and even indulged and covered up his direct relatives' collusion with criminals, causing chaos in the Magic City. Therefore, I propose to revoke the Seventh Elder's councilor status and hold him accountable." The Great Elder, feeling displeased, spoke with harsh words, using the term "chaos" to directly crush the Seventh Elder.

"Great Elder, you, you, I really didn't know about it. How could a councilor like me cover up such a thing? President, President?" The Seventh Elder, upon hearing the Great Elder's words, immediately jumped up and loudly defended himself.

The Unrivaled President, seeing the Seventh Elder, was also angry. Not only did he fail to supervise effectively, but he even wanted to attack the people of our academy. Does he think I, the principal, am a pushover? So, the Unrivaled President spoke first: "I agree!"

With the Unrivaled President's words and the Great Elder's targeting of this person, the other twelve people immediately raised their hands. The Seventh Elder, who had been the head of the Supervision Department for decades, was thus removed from his position. Before the Seventh Elder could say a word, he was quickly restrained with magic handcuffs by the guards and taken away.

"Alright, today's agenda is over. The investigation will be handed over to the Second Elder. At next week's regular meeting, we will vote on who will take the position of councilor. The specific candidates will be nominated by the five permanent councilors." The Unrivaled President, seeing the Seventh Elder being taken away, waved his hand and gave instructions.

"Yes!" The other twelve councilors responded in unison.

Since Doctor's goal was achieved, the students on the square quickly dispersed. The remaining people, seeing the students leave, also left. Moreover, Doctor promised to thoroughly investigate the cases and registered them one by one.

Dontkos was particularly excited these days because his family had already aligned with Doctor, who was actually the Twelfth Elder. Among them, five of the permanent councilors were ninth-level powerhouses, while the rest were eighth-level peak. The ranking was based on their strength.

Cook had been pondering potion formulas these days. As for Mofei, he turned a misfortune into a blessing. Not only did the academy give him some discounts, but he also received a substantial compensation. However, Mofei had been busy moving and treating his father's injuries, so he hadn't come to the academy to tutor Cook.

There was still a full month before the academy opened, but students were already gradually returning. This made Lori, Mitch, and the other girls hesitant to go out with Cook, as Cook was always surrounded by people wherever he went, all because of Little Lei.

After a few days, Mofei finally settled his family matters. When Mofei appeared in front of Cook, Cook was in the Hunter Training Room, trying to figure out his shooting technique.

"Cook, this won't work. Archery not only requires mastering the techniques but also practice." Mofei, seeing that Cook's strength was not weak, but his shooting posture and method were completely wrong, couldn't help but remind him.

Cook, seeing it was Mofei, smiled and greeted him: "Sister Mofei, I'll trouble you from now on."

"No trouble at all. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what would have happened to me. Cook, when shooting, focus on stability—hold the bow steadily without shaking. Second, be quick—draw the arrow and shoot quickly. Third, be accurate—this is the hardest part. The current target is easy, but remember, enemies won't stand still for you. So, accuracy is the hardest. Also, factors like wind direction and sunlight will affect the arrow. The first thing you need to do is to quickly draw the bow and shoot. We'll start with the first task: shoot 500 arrows per hour without using斗气 (martial energy). When you can hit the target with all 500 arrows, we'll move on to the next task." Mofei demonstrated and explained as she spoke.

Hearing this, Cook hesitated and asked: "What if I use martial energy?" Cook couldn't help it; the martial energy in his body was constantly circulating.

"Using martial energy is also fine, but you need to shoot 2000 arrows per hour. This takes into account that your wood-type martial energy doesn't increase speed much." Mofei, hearing Cook's question, smiled and said.

"2000 arrows!" Cook gasped, as one hour is 60 minutes, 3600 seconds, meaning he needed to shoot an arrow every second.

"Hehe, but the benefits of wood-type martial energy are obvious. It's easy to hide in the wild, as most of the wild is forested. The recovery ability and nourishment of the body by wood-type martial energy are also good, so 2000 arrows isn't much. However, your first focus should be on accuracy, then stability, and finally speed." Mofei shot three arrows in one second, demonstrating as she spoke.

Seeing this, Cook's eyes lit up. To be honest, Cook didn't really like firearms. They were powerful, but once the bullets were used up, they were useless. You can't just pick up the bullets and use them again. Cold weapons, on the other hand, relied on strength. With strength, even with just a bag of arrows, you could kill hundreds of people. Of course, the most critical issue was that Cook didn't really understand firearms.

"Then why not use a crossbow?" Cook asked, puzzled.

Hearing this, Mofei smiled and explained: "A crossbow is simple to operate, has a long range, and is powerful. However, in the same amount of time, a crossbow can't shoot as many arrows as a bow. The shooting process of a crossbow can't be shortened, while a bow can. Most crossbows, due to their pursuit of range and power, are single-shot, and they are also inconvenient to carry. This is why most archers and hunters choose bows."

"Oh!" Cook, hearing Mofei's explanation, found it reasonable.

"Cook, now I'll start teaching you archery!" Mofei then began correcting Cook's shooting posture.

Cook was using a bamboo bow. Even this bamboo bow required hundreds of pounds of strength to fully draw. Cook's bamboo bow was of the highest quality, with a metal string made by an alchemist and a knob at one end that not only had a spare metal string but could also adjust the string's length.

Most bamboo bows used the tendons of magical beasts, but the accuracy of these tendons could be affected by humidity and the environment. Metal strings, on the other hand, were not affected by the environment. The bamboo used to make the bow was soaked in a special magical beast fat, making it immune to environmental changes. This bamboo bow cost over 10,000 gold coins, with the alchemist-made, highly resilient string alone costing thousands of gold coins.

However, this bamboo bow didn't look impressive from a distance, resembling a toy bow for children. But when Cook loaded an arrow and shot it according to Mofei's instructions, it made a dull thud on the target, and the arrowhead was deeply embedded in the target, much to Mofei's surprise.

"Tsk tsk, what a good bow." Mofei, seeing the depth of the arrow in the target, couldn't help but praise it.

Cook just chuckled. Although the arrow hit the target, it was on the edge, and the distance was only fifty meters. Cook knew that for warriors, this distance was nothing, and they could reach the target in less than a second.

So, Cook loaded a second arrow. With the experience from the first shot, Cook's accuracy improved. Within a few minutes, Cook could consistently hit the target, though not always the bullseye.

Half an hour later, Mofei thought Cook would give up, but Cook persisted. At fifty meters, Cook could consistently hit the bullseye. At Mofei's request, Cook increased the distance to one hundred meters, which was the safety limit for hunters and archers. Below one hundred meters, they needed to move quickly.

Cook became more and more adept with the bamboo bow, and his accuracy improved. What surprised Cook even more was that his martial energy consumption, with the constant circulation, had reached a balanced state. Cook also noticed that when he exercised, his heart rate increased, and the speed of his martial energy circulation also increased.

"Sister Mofei, why is my martial energy consumption so slow?" Cook asked, trying to hide his surprise.

"Hehe, it's normal. Your martial energy is still at a low level and can't be released externally, so it consumes slowly. For intermediate hunters, using martial energy, they can't last long. So, when you can release your martial energy, be cautious. Don't use it unless you have a high level of confidence." Mofei explained with a smile.

Cook, hearing this, felt relieved. He thought Mofei's explanation made sense. Since martial energy couldn't be released externally, only a small part was consumed, and although the total amount was small, the consumption was minimal, so it lasted a long time.

Finally, the results of Cook's training for the day were out. At two hundred meters, Cook could consistently hit the target. Cook was excited, but when Mofei activated the moving target, Cook only hit the target once out of ten arrows at fifty meters. Mofei patted Cook's shoulder and said, "Hitting a stationary target doesn't show your skill. Moving targets are the standard for evaluation, and you must hit the target at two hundred meters to meet the standard of a low-level hunter. You need to improve. In the wild, fifty meters isn't far. You need to achieve the level where you see the target and shoot immediately, without time to aim."

Cook, hearing this, lost his excitement. In the following days, Cook spent almost the entire day in the Hunter Training Room. Under Mofei's guidance, Cook quickly learned to hit stationary targets at five hundred meters and moving targets at one hundred fifty meters with no misses.

"Cook, this is where you will train your shooting speed. Your basics are almost there, but your speed is too slow. You shoot an arrow every five seconds, but you need to reach one arrow every two seconds to be considered qualified. Low-level mages can cast spells in three seconds, sometimes even one second, so the best is to shoot an arrow every second. This is a specialized training area with many automatically flying spheres of various sizes. These spheres aren't very powerful, but they will challenge you." Mofei led Cook to the basement and used his identity card to open a training room. Inside, the walls were filled with holes the size of a human head, and the walls were covered with magic arrays, clearly controlling the spheres in the holes.

Since Cook wasn't familiar with magic arrays, he didn't understand how they worked, but he didn't plan to study them. Mofei, on the other hand, was excitedly pointing at a magic crystal ball covered in magic runes.

"Great, this is my first time here. Cook, you are a first-level hunter, so I've set the difficulty to level one. Now, stand in the center of the room." Mofei said excitedly.

"Sister Mofei, Little Lei, you watch over. But why do I feel like this is your first time here?" Little Lei, who had stopped being wary of Mofei, though Mofei had given her many treats, still didn't allow Mofei to touch her. Cook, hearing Mofei's words, couldn't help but ask.

"Cough, how could this be my first time? I'll tell you, this is a training room mainly composed of earth magic arrays, using anti-gravity, magic images, and mechanical control. You wouldn't understand even if I explained it. Quickly stand on the white floor in the center, and I'll start the program." Mofei said irritably.

When Cook stood on a white floor about a few square meters in the center, the surroundings changed. Cook found himself in a place surrounded by tall shrubs and weeds, with only a small patch of blue sky above. Although Cook knew it was a magic image, he was still shocked.

"Cook, I'm starting!" Mofei's voice came.

Cook quickly tightened the quiver on his back, which contained a hundred arrows. At his feet were ten quivers, each large enough to hold a hundred arrows, medium-sized for fifty, and small for thirty.

"Whoosh! Bang!" Before Cook could react, a white sphere the size of a fist suddenly emerged from the grass and hit him hard.

"Whoosh!" Surprised by the sudden attack, Cook immediately shot an arrow, but it missed the target by a wide margin.

Mofei saw numerous spheres extend from the walls, one of which hit Cook, while Cook's arrow shot towards her. Mofei was startled, but the arrow was stopped by an invisible force a few meters from Cook and fell to the ground like a feather. Mofei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, haha! Out of a thousand arrows, you only hit once, haha!" An hour later, Cook, sore and tired, ended his training, and Mofei couldn't help but laugh.

"Continue tomorrow!" Cook gritted his teeth, as the training environment made him realize the danger. It was a complete simulation of the wild, and as Cook moved, the surroundings changed, with the spheres acting like lurking magical beasts. Thinking about being ambushed 999 times, Cook shuddered.

Cook trained in the morning for archery basics and in the afternoon in the basement training room. During this time, Zagot also looked for Cook, but Cook had no intention of refining potions, as he believed that survival was the top priority. Cook continued this routine until three days before the academy opened.

The results of Cook's training over this period were as follows: at one thousand meters, he could hit stationary targets with no misses, and at five hundred meters, he could hit moving targets with over 80% accuracy. In the level one magic image training room, his accuracy was only 20%.

"Already not bad. Remember, adventures are usually done in small teams. A 20% hit rate for a hunter is already passing." Mofei comforted him.

"Thank you, Sister Mofei. I heard Uncle's injuries haven't healed. This is a reward from Tutor Lyle. Take it and try it; it might help." Cook held out a mid-level healing potion, which was of perfect quality. Since Mofei's father had old injuries, he needed a potion to stimulate his body's recovery. Cook learned from Tutor Lyle that the higher the level of the potion, the faster the recovery, so he refined this bottle. A basic level would have been enough, but it would take longer to heal. A mid-level potion had a shorter healing time.