Why Are You Here?

Chongzheng Academy was recruiting over five hundred disciples? Wasn't that far too many?

As though he had heard Zhang Chen's muttering, a round, rotund young man beside him turned to look at him. "Chongzheng Academy originally didn't have so many students—there were probably only around a hundred. But this year is different. Chongzheng Academy is opening an inner academy. Although the inner academy slots have all been decided, the Dean is merciful and has still distributed ten slots for all disciples to compete over, in order to gather those blessed with great fortune. Perhaps they may serve some unimaginable purpose. You must know that for cultivators like us, aside from strength, luck is equally important. It is one of the indispensable conditions. Without luck, no matter how powerful one's strength or how deep one's foundation, it is nothing more than a castle in the air."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen suddenly understood. He had not expected Chongzheng Academy to leave ordinary disciples with a thread of hope. Zhou Qiucheng truly deserved the title Iron-Faced and Impartial.

Moreover, Zhang Chen agreed with what the fat young man had said. In many instances, luck was one of the crucial factors that truly determined victory or defeat.

Zhou Qiucheng had given ordinary disciples ten opportunities to compete, and the ten disciples who stood out would surely have great fortune gathered upon them.

At that moment, Zhang Chen found Zhou Qiucheng rather interesting.

The fat young man sized Zhang Chen up from head to toe. Seeing his coarse hemp clothes, he curiously asked, "Which family's illegitimate son are you? Aren't you living a little too miserably? Could it be your stepmother abuses you and refuses to let you eat your fill?"

Even illegitimate sons wore silks and satins in this day and age. Zhang