I was supposed to change the cover yesterday, but I forgot.
Three days later.
Jiang Ping and Chen Qingyan walked out of the dining hall side by side.
The two are neighbors, and they've been frequently meeting up for meals these past few days.
"I'm going to the Scripture Pavilion," Chen Qingyan said, smoothing her hair.
"Do you need me to keep you company?" Jiang Ping smiled.
The girl is beautiful, and these past few days, when I've invited her to dinner, Rebirth have been emboldened to strike up a conversation with her.
He acted as a protector of women; once he revealed his name, they would all voluntarily retreat.
There's no way around it; Jiang Ping is a formidable figure among the Rebirth, with such a huge reputation that few dare to say they can rival him in the future.
Before Chen Qingyan could respond, Jiang Ping suddenly muttered to himself:
"Just remembered, I have something to do later."
"Goodbye." The girl turned and headed towards the Scripture Pavilion.
The young man accompanied the girl for a while before going to the residence of a college teacher.
Jiang Ping brought a pot of wine to visit Meng Yun.
He demanded confirmation of whether Wang Jiasheng, who ranked among the Top Five on the academy's Chenfeng Ranking, was truly trying to ruin his future.
Meng Yun paused, his wine cup still in his hand, and sighed, saying, "That is indeed true."
He was initially skeptical when he first learned of this, but after consulting many people, it turned out to be true.
"From now on, you will stay in the academy, not reaching the Fifth Rank, and try to avoid going to the Outer City as much as possible," Meng Yun said.
He had advised young people not to take sides, but those scions of wealthy families didn't listen to reason at all.
The young people were still young and weak, yet they couldn't help but take action, forcing Jiang Ping to choose sides and stand on the opposite side.
"Understood." Jiang Ping's eyes were deep, and then he nodded.
"The Aristocratic Faction are too strong, with many experts. This incident shows that they have no regard for reputation, are ruthless, and despise everything. You should keep a low profile in the future and avoid conflicts with them."
Meng Yun continued.
It was also mentioned that the genius surnamed Wang was extremely powerful, and Jiang Ping was advised to be patient and not to provoke him.
"How strong is it?" Jiang Ping asked.
"Your talents are the same." Teacher Meng didn't say much, just a brief sentence that summed up Wang Jiasheng's illustrious life.
"Is that so?" Jiang Ping said softly.
After returning to the courtyard, Jiang Ping headed towards the Quiet room.
Since the verification is true, then it is the opposite, and Causality have already occurred.
Moreover, given the other party's personality, he is unlikely to give up easily. This Super Genius from the Poor Family Faction is definitely a key target for surveillance.
Therefore, he felt a sense of urgency and wanted to become stronger and Fifth Rank as soon as possible.
Jiang Ping sat cross-legged, recalling the Internal Refinement methods of the Great Freedom Furnace Sutra Scripture.
He has almost finished comprehending the truth these past few days and is ready to embark on his journey again, aiming for the Fifth Rank True Qi Realm!
Knock knock knock!
As Jiang Ping circulated the true meaning of the scriptures, his internal organs seemed to respond instantly, resonating like rolling Thunder Sound in a closed, quiet Quiet room.
At the same time, his powerful Blood Qi surged and gathered.
Buzz!
As the Internal Refinement method continued to operate, his body began to glow, first his skin and flesh turned golden, then his Jade Bone vibrated and crackled.
The Martial Artist's outer garment was contracting, drawn by the technique, with the essence of skin, flesh, and bone all converging towards the abdomen.
Blood Qi envelop the Gold and jade, mixing with the essence of the five internal organs, undergoing transformation and gradually becoming substantial.
Clang, clang.
Just like forging Treasure Weapon from a special material through countless hammer blows, the metallic vibrations emanating from Jiang Ping's body were incessant.
As time passed, he could feel that the Martial Bone hidden deep within his flesh and blood were also resonating, as if they had received a call, but it was not obvious yet, only trembling slightly.
"The scriptures explain that forming Martial Dao Furnace is not something that can be done overnight; it is a slow process that can take anywhere from half a month to seven or eight days."
Jiang Ping thought to himself.
He then focused on building the furnace, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
That afternoon.
"It will take some time before the Condense Furnace and the Internal Gathering of Six Qi."
Jiang Ping said in a low voice.
He examined himself; his Golden Skin and Jade Bone were gradually fading, their brilliance dimmed. His Martial Dao foundation was coalescing, ready to evolve into Martial Dao Furnace.
However, the fact that even the Martial Bone didn't make any sound indicates that it's not yet perfected and needs time to be refined.
It's lunchtime.
Jiang Ping walked out of the Quiet room, glanced at the sky, and then went to take a shower and change his clothes.
He went out dressed in a blue robe, looking dashing and elegant, and even carried a small sachet.
It wasn't a dinner appointment with my neighbors, but rather an invitation from my senior classmate Yang Hong to attend a gathering.
Now that I've chosen to stand on the side of those from Cold Gate, I should at least meet them and get to know my classmates, seniors, and fellow students.
"You're going out too?"
Jiang Ping saw Chen Qingyan also coming out of the courtyard and couldn't help but say something.
"A party." The girl walked slowly and gracefully.
"Aristocratic Faction?"
"Um."
Jiang Ping was not surprised.
Chen Qingyan could ignore everyone in Changping Prefecture because the resources provided by her uncle were enough for her to achieve fame and success.
But things are different at the Martial Academy. Even a renowned genius like Jiang Ping has to choose sides. He can no longer remain aloof and must join a faction to receive protection from senior sisters and elders and obtain better resources.
The two walked side by side, and when they reached the intersection where they parted ways, Jiang Ping suddenly laughed:
"Want to come to my side and join the Poor Family Camp? I'll protect you."
Chen Qingyan glanced sideways.
Before she could speak, she heard the young man mutter, "Never mind, the powerful Aristocratic Faction have many advantages; True Self was even considering joining one."
"..." Chen Qingyan.
The two separated.
Jiang Ping walked through a cluster of magnificent buildings and arrived at the gathering place.
I ran into an acquaintance as soon as I arrived at the door.
It was none other than the enthusiastic senior brother Yang Hong from back then.
Upon seeing Jiang Ping, the other party immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Senior Brother Yang," Jiang Ping greeted him, then took out a jade bottle from his robes and handed it over. "I cannot accept a reward without merit, Senior Brother, please take it back."
He didn't want it when the other party offered it last time. He no longer needed the Rare Blood for cultivation, and he didn't want to exchange someone else's goodwill for resources; it was inappropriate.
But the other party insisted on giving it to him, and then slipped away without a trace, leaving him no time to back out.
Upon seeing it again, I naturally have to return it.
This time, Yang Hong couldn't refuse, because Jiang Ping forced it back and then went in first.
The gathering took place in a temporary Traveling Palace.
The palace blends seamlessly into the natural landscape, with pavilions, terraces, arched bridges, flowing water, and a clear lake with ripples, creating a very elegant atmosphere.
At this time, there were many guests in the hall, each with delicious food and wine in front of them, and groups of three or five people were drinking and chatting.
However, as a young man in blue robes arrived, everyone looked up, and someone exclaimed, "It's our Super Genius, Jiang Ping!"
"Jiang Ping!"
Brother Jiang!
"Junior Brother Jiang!"
As soon as Jiang Ping appeared, these talented young people stood up to greet him.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
This is the most ingenious display of talent!
"Junior Brother Jiang, a seat has been prepared for you, please take your place."
A burly man greeted Jiang Ping warmly and led him to the First seat on the left.
"There are people with an even more impressive presence than me," Jiang Ping thought to himself as he sat down, glancing at the head seat further ahead.
After all, this is Martial Academy, and there are too many powerful people here. It is said that six of the top ten on the Chenfeng Ranking have talents that are close to those of Martial Bone Talent and are revered Super First-rate Prodigy.