The Demon Snake Valley

"Tsk."

In a corner of the Training Ground, Yang Yan watched the crowd with a cold expression, his face full of resentment.

He was now in an awkward position. Those ranked near the top, with influential families behind them, looked down on him.

And those whose families were less well-off than his only paid him lip service, flattering him to his face. This had completely strayed from the script he'd imagined.

It shouldn't have been like this. He was the top scorer in the entrance exam. These people should have been flocking around him!

It was all that Ye Kang! He'd appeared out of nowhere and stolen all the limelight. Why should he get to stand out? How was Yang Yan any worse than him?

Whenever Yang Yan remembered that day, when they'd returned from Thousand Poisons Marsh and he'd lowered himself to strike up a conversation with them, only to be completely ignored, it felt like a thorn in his side. Every night, it left him restless and uneasy.

He was a once-in-a-generation genius, yet these people had ignored him so completely!

They were all idiots!

He clenched his fists, his expression growing darker.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Every day, Ye Kang went back and forth between the Martial Academy and the Array Institute. His battle techniques had improved enormously, especially the Five Person Battle Method, which he'd already mastered at an introductory level. He was also becoming more and more proficient in the Flipping Ladle Style.

The Array Institute's lessons had also taught him a great deal. He already had countless Ancient Formation techniques in his mind, and when studying modern formations, he could often draw connections and find new approaches.

As a result, he no longer studied much of the basic