Four years ago.
The Arts Academy welcomed a new student. For the first time, Dean Huangfu Yunhai personally brought in a special disciple—the eldest disciple under his tutelage, Ling Tian.
Ling Tian, who had just entered the academy, was different from most disciples.
It was not merely a difference in potential. Ling Tian's starting point was far higher than that of ordinary people. At the time, he had already cultivated within the Han Ling Sect for more than ten years. With his current strength, killing a D-class ghost would be no problem, and he could even contend with a mature C-class ghost.
Ling Tian had always stood at the very top and received the Dean's greatest attention. Even the radiance he gave off was brighter than that of the Chemistry Academy, where Shui Bingmiao studied... After all, Dean Qian of the Chemistry Academy rarely managed the academy's affairs. As long as a disciple wanted to conduct an experiment, especially one involving alchemy, the funding would arrive immediately. Dean Qian treated all disciples equally.
Ling Tian was indeed outstanding, but the Arts Academy had a special system—with multiple sects and different beliefs between Daoism and Buddhism.
Nor did everyone's attention fall upon Ling Tian, a disciple who already had an affiliation.
The Arts Academy's vice dean, Taishi Yuan—the thirty-ninth-generation sect leader of the Taiji Sect—was a sharp-eyed old man. His gaze settled on Yi Kun, one of the new students at the time. On the surface, Yi Kun was extremely ordinary, his physical condition was poor, and he had entered the academy with strength that was essentially at the bottom of the class.
Like Yu Jing, Yi Kun had no family to support him. As an ordinary person, he had obtained an admission letter from the Dihua Ability Institute by passing