Time slipped quietly by.
More than a week passed in the blink of an eye.
On the sixteenth day, among this batch of new students, someone finally entered the first level of the Snake Form Stance and achieved Qi and Blood Transformation One.
In previous cohorts, reaching such an achievement in sixteen days would already have been extremely impressive.
Unfortunately, this batch of students had Hu Qi's example of cultivating Qi and Blood in seven days before them.
Compared to that, everyone felt that this person's results were merely decent, nothing particularly dazzling.
Under such circumstances, there were naturally people who felt disgruntled and resentful.
Although Hu Qi had done nothing from beginning to end, that did not stop people from coming to pick a fight with him.
As the first person to cultivate the power of Qi and Blood, Hu Qi naturally became the target all the students of this cohort wished to surpass and climb over.
When a person became famous, trouble followed. That was more or less how it went, and there was no avoiding it.
Evening.
Beside the lake, which had just been washed by a rainstorm, the air was exceptionally fresh.
The lake water was deep in color, like a piece of warm, lustrous emerald jade.
It reflected the azure sky beside it, where a few thin white clouds, like clumps of cotton wool torn apart, dotted the heavens.
Hu Qi sat on a wooden bench beside the pebble path by the lake, gazing out at the distant water.
At that moment, among several pairs of swans was a duck with faintly purplish feathers—Camphor Tea Duck.
It was a full size larger than before. Paired with its black-purple plumage, it looked like a little swan from afar.
It was constantly splashing about in the water,