With twelve Recommendation Letters in hand.
Setting foot in the Martial Academy was already a certainty, as sure as nails driven into a board.
"Rules made specifically for me?"
"Unfortunately... the rules they made are a little outdated."
Chu Qing dismissed them with contempt.
Zuo Qianqiu clearly knew the Martial Academy had set rules to deal with him, yet he still helped him trade for Recommendation Letters.
That was interesting.
"What does Zuo Qianqiu want to get from me?"
Chu Qing was curious.
Zuo Qianqiu did not say, and he did not ask.
"The fundamental reason the Martial Academy changed its rules was that a country bumpkin like me, someone without the status of an aristocratic family, obtained a place in the Martial Academy."
"That shattered the old rules."
"Neither the Martial Academy nor the many aristocratic families could accept it."
"They would rather let the place fall into the hands of descendants of aristocratic families from provincial cities or even prefectural cities than let it fall into the hands of someone of my status."
"Is class really that important?"
Chu Qing gazed toward the Imperial Capital.
Wind and snow blurred his eyes.
The vast Imperial Capital stood amid the wind and snow like a towering mountain range, flickering in and out of sight.
"The Unique Association was the chief force behind this change in the rules."
"They can't kill me, so they want to use this method to cut off my path ahead?"
"How... laughable!"
"Wait a little longer. Once I set foot in the Martial Academy in a day or two, I'll wipe out the Unique Association."
"As for that Young Master Heaven... he has to die too."
"It's just that this bastard is hiding himself too well."
"Di Bao Tian doesn't know where he is."
"Neither do