"How did this kid cultivate? How did he grow this strong in so little time?"
The old monsters of the Azure Branch Academy were stunned by Jiang Ping An's fighting strength.
One of them suddenly said, "Come to think of it, with talent like his, has none of you taken him as a disciple?"
The experts looked at one another. For a long while, no one spoke.
Only then did they realize that a prodigy of such extraordinary talent had no master.
They had missed their chance to take such a gifted disciple.
"I'm going to make him my Closed-Door Disciple," one expert said excitedly.
"Get out of here! Didn't you say Jiang MiaoYi would be your Closed-Door Disciple when you took her in? Now you're saying it again? Do you close your door every day? I should take him. I don't have a single disciple."
Another expert, who had never taken a disciple, joined the fight.
"You've never taught a disciple. You wouldn't know how. I should guide him."
"Like hell you will! Where were you back then? He's Yue Liuying's son, one of ours at the Nether Moon Palace. He doesn't need your guidance!"
The experts had already begun fighting over who would take him as a disciple.
Anyone could see his immense talent. Given enough time, he would surely become a figure renowned throughout the Immortal Realm.
Jiang Ping An had no idea what was happening outside. He focused on the fight, Bone Blade in hand, cutting down one opponent after another.
If an opponent had strong physical defenses, he attacked with Soul Power. If an opponent had powerful Soul Power, he closed in and struck.
Jiang Ping An had no weaknesses. Everyone else's weaknesses were his targets.
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