"Hah!" "Ha!" "Hey!"
On White Deer Academy's grand martial arts field, three thousand disciples stood in a massive square formation, diligently practicing the Dragon Tiger Fist.
Such scenes were the most common sight in White Deer Academy.
Rain or shine, they could be seen every day!
The Dragon Tiger Fist was a basic body-tempering martial skill Wang Chen had created by drawing on the Vajra Fist and combining it with the martial arts he had mastered.
This fist art consisted of thirteen forms. It could not only temper the skin, flesh, sinews, and bones, but was also exceedingly formidable in actual combat.
White Deer Academy was divided into the Civilian Institute and the Martial Institute. Newly admitted disciples first trained in the Dragon Tiger Fist. If they could become Martial Artists within one month, they could enter the Martial Institute to study more profound techniques.
Those who failed to pass this test could only go to the Civilian Institute and study for another year or half-year, learning one or two skills to make a living.
Of the disciples practicing on the grand martial arts field at this moment, eighty percent had passed the test. Some particularly outstanding students had even stepped into the Flesh Tempering realm.
As they practiced their fists, their gazes remained fixed on Wang Chen, who stood atop the martial platform.
Every pair of eyes brimmed with gratitude and reverence!
At the same time, wisps of human-path aura came from all directions, silently flowing into Wang Chen's body.
They condensed into specks of merit Spiritual Light.
"Your path of entering the mortal world is almost like the path of becoming a god through incense offerings!"
Old Yao sighed sincerely within Wang Chen's mind.
Over the past year or so, this Nascent Soul True Immortal, who had reincarnated