Borrowing Men

A vast academy stood towering over the distant plains. Even from several dozen li away, Shi Lan could make out the pavilions and towers within, along with figures moving among them.

At the academy's main entrance stood a ten-zhang-tall archway. On a jade plaque more than five zhang long were four large black characters: Taixu Academy.

At a glance, those four characters seemed carved into one's mind, impossible to shake.

At the very center of the academy stood a thousand-zhang-tall statue. Its face seemed veiled by a thin layer of gauze, making it impossible to see clearly.

An unmatched, majestic aura of righteousness flowed slowly over the statue, pressing down upon all directions and keeping every evil at bay.

Shi Lan knew little about Taixu Academy. She only knew, more or less, that it was the standard-bearer among the Confucian Sect's forces in Chengtian Domain, a presence that carried the banner for them.

By the usual ranking of powers, it seemed to be a third-grade force.

Beyond those basic facts, she knew nothing else.

Bai Weiyang rode a somewhat unusual dragon-horse, with several dozen members of the Demon-Subduing Army following behind him. He slowly made his way onto the deck.

Shi Lan glanced at the people behind Bai Weiyang and was a little surprised to find that, apart from the few commanders of ten thousand, the rest were all commanders of a thousand. There wasn't a single commander of a hundred among them. The dragon-horses beneath these men were also somewhat different from ordinary dragon-horses.

The dragon-horse beneath Bai Weiyang was even more robust than an ordinary one. Though its entire body was black and covered in dark scales, its scales carried an added, shadowy sheen. Its eyes, in particular, were remarkably lively.

From three zhang away, Shi Lan could