Chapter 14

"Uncle, you—?" Jordan was stunned.

He immediately recognized the sender—it was Charles Parker's account.

"This is your living allowance for September and October."

"I might not have stable network access in the Northern Frontier Province, so I'm sending it all at once. Keep it safe," Charles said with a smile. "You've already bought Vitality Elixir with Uncle John before. You should know what to do."

"I've spoken to Uncle John."

"When you have time on the weekends, go to the Martial Hall and buy from him," Charles continued. "Your aunt will transfer the rest of your living expenses later."

Jordan turned to Grace Chen.

"Listen to your uncle," Grace said, her voice regaining its calm. "Take the money. Don't worry about us."

Jordan said nothing more.

Right now, his cultivation did require money.

"Oh, right."

" Have you considered which Martial University to apply to?" Charles asked, looking at Jordan.

Logically, senior-year students were already under immense pressure, making it an inappropriate time for such sensitive questions.

Besides, there were still nine months until the college entrance exams.

However, since Charles Parker was about to leave, and he trusted that Jordan Parker wouldn't be affected, he decided to ask anyway.

Grace Chen instinctively glanced at Jordan. Having taken care of him for so long, she naturally cared about his future.

"College entrance preferences?" Jordan pondered briefly before replying, "Uncle, Aunt, I still aim to become a professional martial artist. My top priority is getting into one of the Five Great Martial Schools."

"If I don't qualify, I'll strive to enter the 'Martial Artist Program' at Jiangbei Martial Universityeven if you don't get into the Five."

A full-time martial artist?

Charles and Grace exchanged a glance, a trace of concern flashing in their eyes.

Graduating from a martial arts university didn't necessarily mean becoming a full-time martial artist.

Take Charles, for example—he had attended a martial arts university and had decent grades, but ultimately, he had pursued additional fields.

Martial artists possessed superior abilities compared to ordinary people in nearly every aspect. Even in regular professions, their energy levels and cognitive abilities far surpassed those of normal individuals, giving them a much higher chance of achieving success.

But a full-time martial artist? That meant dedicating one's entire life to martial cultivation, striving to reach the peak of the path—a path fraught with danger.

After all, the further one advanced in martial cultivation, the more they had to endure life-and-death battles to progress...

"Jordan, can't you study another profession alongside martial arts? After graduating, you could become a government official or a martial arts instructor—both are great options," Grace couldn't help but say.

To her, Jordan was no different from Lucas Parker.

She had always cared for him like a mother, and his safety was her greatest concern.

In her eyes, becoming a government official or a martial arts instructor was the best career path.

"A full-time martial artist?" Charles didn't object outright but instead asked thoughtfully, "Can you even get into one of the Five Elite Martial Schools? Your school only has a handful of students who make it each year. Did you awaken martial intuition in today's assessment?"

Charles knew all too well how difficult it was to get into the Five Elite Martial Schools.

Norhaven Martial University admitted 10,000 students annually from Norhaven Province alone.

But the Five Elite Martial Schools combined only accepted around 10,000 students nationwide each year.

In Norhaven Province, they typically admitted only a few hundred.

"I haven't awakened it," Jordan shook his head.

"You haven't? Then how do you—" Charles frowned.

"But in today's school assessment, my physical aptitude reached Level 6.5," Jordan continued. "And my Martial Arts Proficiency Score was over 360."

Charles' eyes lit up, and a trace of excitement surfaced on his face.

He understood exactly how valuable those numbers were.

"Really?" Grace was equally surprised.

She recalled that at the end of last semester, Jordan had been excellent but nowhere near this level.

Especially his physical aptitude—how had it improved by 0.5 levels in such a short time? That was an incredible leap.

"Mr. Hughes personally evaluated me. The Martial Arts Proficiency Score was based on the official college entrance exam standard," Jordan added.

Mr. Hughes?

Charles nodded slightly.

He was familiar with Brandon Hughes—the man had quite a reputation in all of Northridge.

When Charles had first heard that Hughes would be Jordan's martial arts homeroom teacher, he had been thrilled, believing Jordan had found himself a great mentor.

"Good!"

"Jordan, if you keep this up, even if you don't get into the Five Elite Martial Schools, you'll have a great shot at the 'Martial Artist Class' at Norhaven," Charles said with a smile. This was the best news he had heard all day.

Looking at his uncle and aunt, Jordan sighed inwardly.

He had originally planned to surprise them during the mock exams in January.

But with his uncle about to leave, Jordan figured it was better to ease his worries now.

For parents, nothing was more concerning than their children's safety—except perhaps their future prospects.

"There's no rush to decide. Whether you become a full-time martial artist or not can wait until after you've entered a martial arts university," Charles advised. "For now, just focus on giving it your all."

"I understand." Jordan nodded firmly.

"For now, just keep my trip to the Northern Frontier to yourself," Charles added. "While I'm away, if you have time, help your aunt take care of your younger siblings… Alright, you've had a long day. Go rest."

"Okay."

Jordan hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose not to mention the third-tier scholarship.

He got up and left the master bedroom.

The door closed.

"Mr. Parker." Grace turned to Charles, her voice carrying a hint of anger. "Just now… were you actually supporting Jordan becoming a full-time martial artist?"

She was truly upset.

"You didn't hear his score?" Charles Parker shook his head. "His Martial Arts Proficiency Score surpassed 360. That rate of progress... Even our big brother's martial arts score in the college entrance exam wasn't that high."

"You still remember our big brother." Grace Chen gritted her teeth. "Big brother and sister-in-law… back then, they sacrificed themselves to save us—"

"Enough." Charles Parker frowned.

"You don't want me to say it, but I will!" Grace Chen suddenly stood up, staring at her husband, her eyes slightly red. "Big brother and sister-in-law did so much for us, leaving only Jordan behind. Do you have any idea how dangerous the path of a full-time martial artist is?"

"How many of your old classmates who chose this path are still alive?"

"I know what you mean." Charles Parker sighed softly and pulled his wife back down to sit beside him. "But the kid has grown up. He has his own will."

"We can advise him, but we can't force him." Charles Parker continued, "Once I leave, you can try to persuade him slowly."

"Besides, the path of a full-time martial artist is not easy."

"How many students who get into Martial Arts Universities don't dream of becoming full-time martial artists? But in the end, very few actually take that path."

"When he enters university and realizes there are always stronger people out there, even without our persuasion, he'll start to think twice." Charles Parker said.

Only then did Grace Chen reluctantly nod.