Old Woman Wu Jue had ultimately not died.
When her tongue had dangled down to her neck, the old principal finally let go.
Old Woman Wu Jue hurriedly stuffed her tongue back into her mouth with flailing hands, then ran a few steps. Only after realizing she was fine did she finally let out a full breath.
"Old Ancestor, that student..."
The old principal sighed. "Give him resources and let him advance!"
"Let him step into a New Realm."
"Then... make him the next principal!"
"The Martial Academy belongs to him. This era belongs to him!"
"Seven hundred and twenty layers of barriers—how did he do it?"
"How could his foundation be so strong?"
A thousand questions churned in the old principal's heart.
After hesitating, Old Woman Wu Jue told him about Chu Qing engraving patterns upon his divine treasury.
"None of his Four Great Realms have any problems!"
"The problem is a realm I do not recognize!"
The old principal smiled. "Some people are simply gifted beyond measure and blessed with profound opportunities!"
"It is only natural for him to develop an extra foundation!"
"Otherwise, how could he suppress the others? How could he open the third Heaven-Connecting Path?"
"Back then, I also opened up a new foundation outside the Four Great Realms!"
"Unfortunately, such foundations are almost impossible to replicate!"
Old Woman Wu Jue hung her head in dejection.
If extra foundations could be replicated, then the martial artists of today would have long possessed five realms before the First Limit, rather than merely the Four Great Realms.
At that moment:
The old principal said, "You must protect that student well!"
"No, that is wrong. You cannot protect him!"
"So long as he does not die, the Martial Academy must not interfere!"
"A genius like him needs to