Academy's Gathering of Talents

Wang Jingxiu's enthusiasm did not surprise Li Yan.

It was not as if they were particularly close. Counting it up, they had spent only a few days together.

This Old Taoist was simply that kind of obsessed fool.

His father was the Golden Toad Ancestor, Wang Daozong, a direct disciple of Sanfeng Zhenren. Though he was not the sect leader, he was highly respected in Wudang.

It could be said that Wang Jingxiu had never suffered any hardship since childhood. His cultivation aptitude was merely average, but he was a genius at alchemy. Spoiled by others as a child and deferred to as an adult, he devoted himself entirely to alchemy. Harmless to both man and beast, he naturally gave no one reason to provoke him.

Thus, whenever this Old Taoist got worked up, he was just like a child who had never grown up.

Even the guards at the gate wore troubled expressions.

Wang Jingxiu did not care, but Li Yan would not act recklessly. Only after checking their tokens did he enter the mountain gate.

Once through the gate, Li Yan raised his eyes and secretly marveled.

The Qiankun Academy occupied an exceptionally vast area, far beyond that of ordinary schools.

After entering and passing around the spirit wall, they reached a magnificent plaza paved with square green bricks. A circular elevated platform stood in the center. The courtyard was perfectly square, subtly matching the pattern of a round Heaven and square Earth. Two enormous bronze beasts stood facing each other, somewhat resembling a yin-yang fish and likewise corresponding to the Qian and Kun trigrams.

In the distance, palace towers rose and fell in scattered tiers, their flying eaves and bracket sets faintly gathering into an imposing "configuration."

The academy's layout was anything but random. As Li Yan