Ancient Saint Inheritance

"Cangqiong Academy?"

Zhu Ping'an recalled the glasses-wearing man he had seen squatting in the greenery when he first came downstairs.

"Correct!" Old Yin revealed a sinister grin. "Do you know who founded Cangqiong Academy?"

"Who?" Zhu Ping'an pressed.

"Ten thousand years ago, one of the Three Saints and One Lord—Cangqiong Ancient Saint!" Old Yin looked at Zhu Ping'an and continued. "Do you know what Cangqiong Ancient Saint was most famous for?"

"I do." Zhu Ping'an nodded. "An overwhelmingly powerful physical body!"

Among the Three Saints and One Lord, Cangqiong Ancient Saint possessed the most terrifying physique. Legend had it that he could wrestle a Ninth-Level Mutant Beast barehanded and tear it apart into shredded flesh.

"For martial techniques, you have the Immortal Devil Sword Technique—enough for now. For cultivation methods, you have the inheritance of the Starry Sky Ancient Saint. The only thing you're lacking now is a Body Forging Method!" Old Yin chuckled darkly. "If you can obtain Cangqiong Ancient Saint's inheritance, then within the same rank, no one will be your One-Match Opponent!"

Zhu Ping'an's pupils contracted sharply. He finally understood why Old Yin and Old Yang had urged him to choose Cangqiong Academy.

Measuring a martial artist's strength wasn't just about realm—it was a comprehensive assessment of three aspects: cultivation method, martial technique, and physical body.

If he could truly obtain Cangqiong Ancient Saint's inheritance...

Just thinking about it made Zhu Ping'an's heart burn with fervor. The path would certainly be difficult, possibly even a dead end, but it was worth a try!

"Thank you, Old Yin and Old Yang, for guiding this student!" Zhu Ping'an bowed respectfully to the Yin and Yang Elders. They had truly done him a great favor.

"Forget about thanks. Just don't rat us two old men out when you stir up trouble."

Old Yang waved his hand with a smile. He had already seen through it—Zhu Ping'an was a reckless Rascal who feared nothing under heaven. Leaving Green City was like a Dragon Entering the Sea for him. He had dared to challenge a Seventh Rank martial artist like Cheng Fengzhong when he was only a First-Rank Warrior. Who knew what kind of disaster he'd cause in the future?

Zhu Ping'an smiled back. If Old Yang were truly afraid of that, he wouldn't have stepped in to save him back in the Secret Realm of Star Gazing. He replied jokingly.

"Rest assured, Old Yang! No matter how harsh the torture, this student guarantees I won't reveal your names! At most, I'll point them in the right direction!"

"You little rascal!" Old Yang laughed and tapped Zhu Ping'an on the forehead, then added seriously, "Cangqiong Academy is also in Kyoto. When you get there, you still need to watch out for Cheng Fengzhong. That guy holds grudges."

Zhu Ping'an nodded. After settling on the school, he took the initiative to contact the Glasses Man.

The Glasses Man was extremely excited, rushing to Zhu Ping'an's side almost as fast as he could.

"Classmate Ping'an, have you really thought this through? You want to join our Cangqiong Academy?"

The Glasses Man's face was overflowing with ecstasy. Although Cangqiong Academy was one of Great Xia's top academies, it was the lowest-ranked among them.

Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix—many students would rather choose a second-tier academy than Cangqiong Academy.

In recent years, Cangqiong Academy's recruitment had become increasingly difficult. Even the Glasses Man hadn't expected Zhu Ping'an to choose them.

"Mm, it's settled. I'll join Cangqiong Academy under the conditions you mentioned earlier." Zhu Ping'an nodded, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes.

The Glasses Man flailed his arms and legs, too excited to even speak.

Five years!

Five years!

Their Cangqiong Academy had finally recruited a Top Scholar Level student!

Even after Zhu Ping'an wrote down Cangqiong Academy's name on the Application Form, the Glasses Man still found it hard to believe.

"Classmate Ping'an, how about you take advantage of me a few times? Otherwise, I can't hold this form with peace of mind!"

Zhu Ping'an: "..."

He suddenly felt that joining Cangqiong Academy might have been a mistake.

No sooner had Zhu Ping'an signed the form than a swarm of recruitment teachers rushed over in a flurry.

The Glasses Man flashed a delighted smile and waved the Application Form at them.

"You're too late. Classmate Ping'an has already decided to join Cangqiong Academy."

"Kong Zhe, you must have tricked him with that Cangqiong Ancient Saint inheritance nonsense again!" A recruitment teacher raised an eyebrow disdainfully.

"Bullshit! Cangqiong Academy was founded by Cangqiong Ancient Saint himself! How is that trickery!" Kong Zhe erupted in fury, veins bulging as he pushed up his glasses, ready to argue.

That recruitment teacher ignored Kong Zhe and turned to Zhu Ping'an, earnestly trying to persuade him.

"Classmate Ping'an, I know you're joining Cangqiong Academy for the inheritance. But think about it—Cangqiong Academy has existed for ten thousand years, and no one has obtained Cangqiong Ancient Saint's inheritance yet. What makes you think it'll be your turn?"

"You're a genius, and pride is natural. But don't let yourself be a Pearl Cast into Darkness, wasting your precious youth!"

Even though Zhu Ping'an had already filled out the form, as long as Kong Zhe hadn't submitted it, there was still room for negotiation.

"Thank you for the advice, but Ping'an's mind is made up. Please, recruitment teachers, take your leave!" Zhu Ping'an said.

"You! Rotten Wood Cannot Be Carved!" That recruitment teacher stormed off in a huff.

The other recruitment teachers cast Zhu Ping'an a pitying glance before turning and leaving one by one.

Over the years, no small number of talented students had joined Cangqiong Academy for the inheritance, but they all ended up wasting their years—no inheritance gained, their precious youth squandered.

In their eyes, Zhu Ping'an would be no exception. He would eventually fade into mediocrity.

Gold Always Shines, but Kyoto was a city of gold and splendor. This world never lacked geniuses.

"Ping'an, rest assured!" Kong Zhe gritted his teeth and pushed up his glasses. "As our first Top Scholar Level student in five years, Cangqiong Academy will pour every resource into cultivating you! At the very least, we'll make you a Seventh Rank or higher powerhouse!"

A school's strength was mainly judged by how well its graduates fared. Right now, Cangqiong Academy desperately needed a student who could hold up its reputation.

With that, Kong Zhe pulled a box from his bosom and pressed it into Zhu Ping'an's arms.

"Don't worry about cultivation resources! Here are ten Qi and Blood Pills—take them and use them for now! If you need anything else later, just tell me directly. As long as it's within Cangqiong Academy's capabilities, I'll arrange everything for you."

"Thank you." Zhu Ping'an didn't refuse and accepted the Qi and Blood Pills.

"Good! I need to bring this good news back to the school first. Classes start in early September, and around mid-August the academy will send strong experts to escort you to school. Rest well here in Green City for now," Kong Zhe said.

From Green City to Kyoto, one had to cross endless wilderness—a place fraught with danger and countless Mutant Beasts. It was impossible for examinees to cover such a distance on their own, so every year the Martial Arts Universities dispatched strong experts to escort students safely to campus.

"Mid-August, huh? That's still two and a half months away," Zhu Ping'an murmured to himself.

Just as Kong Zhe was about to leave, Yan Shubing appeared from who knows where and blocked his path.