Seeing how absorbed Yang Jing was, Xiao Nu assumed he had recognized the gulf between heaven and earth and felt dejected. Afraid the blow might discourage him, he hurriedly offered gentle reassurance. "There's no need to feel disheartened, Junior Brother Yang. Those peerless talents in the upper court are heaven-born, godlike prodigies rarely seen in this world. They were born understanding martial arts, resonate with heaven and earth, and enjoy extraordinary blessings. Ordinary martial artists simply cannot compare with them. Anyone would struggle to reach their heights. It isn't that your talent is lacking."
He paused, then continued soothing him. "Still, your talent is astonishing. Once you enter the academy, devote yourself to cultivation and advance steadily, and joining the inner court should be no problem at all. The inner court disciples of Pingtian Academy already stand among the finest of their generation across the four provinces. That distinction carries tremendous weight, enough to look down proudly upon an entire region and firmly outclass countless geniuses."
After saying this, Xiao Nu gave a bitter chuckle, tinged with self-mockery. "As for me, my aptitude is mediocre, and I've had no extraordinary opportunities. I can only struggle in the outer court. My chances of entering the inner court are slim."
Taking the opportunity, Xiao Nu explained Pingtian Academy's hierarchy and rules in detail.
Pingtian Academy was divided into three levels: the outer court, the inner court, and the upper court. Each successive level screened its disciples, reserving its places for the strong.
The outer court consisted of geniuses recommended by the provinces and prefectures who had passed the assessment. They counted as Pingtian Academy's entry-level disciples. Their numbers were the greatest, competition was fierce, and this was the starting point for every new disciple.
The inner court consisted of outstanding heavenly prodigies