Lin Ziheng told Yang Jing every secret he had learned from the aristocratic circles of the Prefectural City, giving him his first complete understanding of the opportunity that was approaching.
For now, however, this momentous affair remained in the stages of secret circulation and internal preparation. No public announcement had been made.
Only the upper echelons of the Five Sects, the Government's inner circle, the leaders of the Aristocratic Families, and the circles of core Heavenly Prodigies within each sect knew about it. The scope was exceedingly narrow, the secrecy absolute.
At its heart, this was because the matter involved the martial landscape of the entire prefecture and the futures of countless Heavenly Prodigies. Its implications were simply too great.
Before the Government formally convened discussions, the allotted places were finalized, and the selection rules were fully established, widespread publicity would only stir unrest among lower-level cultivators, unsettle people's hearts, and breed disputes and chaos. Thus, all the major powers tacitly agreed to keep silent and prepare behind the scenes.
Before this, Yang Jing had devoted himself to cultivation in the Profound Truth Sect, his horizons limited to Jintai Prefecture. Most of the ancient sect records and martial texts he read concerned local martial history and the rise and fall of sects within the prefecture.
As for a supreme giant spanning several provinces like Pingtian Academy, he had previously seen only a few brief references in a handful of books. He knew such a transcendent power existed, but had never investigated further, nor could he imagine its true scale.
Yet as news spread in recent days, everyone around him began discussing Pingtian Academy incessantly.
Information and rumors flowed endlessly into Yang Jing's ears. Even without deliberately asking around, news about it found its way to him.
The more deeply he