Qinglan Academy's gates were as bustling as ever that morning, with an endless stream of people flowing through them. Many students who did not live on campus hurried to enter the grounds, while some of the younger students were still escorted by household servants.
Carriages and horses filled the roads, and heads bobbed through the crowd. The vigorous vitality of youth was on full display, lifting Ling Mu's spirits and allowing him to set aside his disappointment over being unable to practice swordsmanship with his father.
As the captain of the Profound Tier Class, Ling Mu had led his class to a historic victory over the Earth Tier Class in the Class vs. Class Competition. He had become a figure who changed Qinglan Academy's class rankings, and the moment he stepped onto campus, many people recognized him.
"Isn't that Ling Mu from the Profound Tier Class? I haven't seen him in ages. Where has he been?"
"No idea, but he's the real deal. He led those commoner students from the Profound Tier Class in a turnaround battle. Not only did they receive a larger share of the academy's resources, I heard several of them have recently reached the Half-step Core Formation Realm one after another."
"That fierce? It really pays to have a good class captain watching over you. Unlike our Earth Tier Class—after Senior Nangong lost, he dropped out directly. Now Senior Xiao has taken over, and he spends all day forming factions and cliques, turning the class into a smoky mess."
"Exactly. I'm thinking of applying to transfer to the Profound Tier Class. Only by hugging Ling Mu's thigh tight will I have a future."
As Ling Mu walked down the academy avenue, he felt the pointing fingers and discussions of countless students around him. Having reached the