Mystic Sword City No. 3 Middle School.
Under the gaze of numerous Spirit Transformation cultivators, Void Return elders, and Li Qingyang, Yu Ming slowly opened his eyes.
A bright flash of spiritual light flickered and vanished.
To the astonishment of the Spirit Transformation cultivators,
the wrinkles and age spots on Yu Ming's face began to fade. His sagging skin tightened, and his sallow, ashen face grew rosy at a visible pace.
His once-cloudy, lifeless eyes were now clear and bright.
His white hair gradually darkened, and his gaunt, shriveled body slowly filled out.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
The frail old man, weighed down by the years, had vanished. In his place stood a valiant man with sharp brows and starry eyes, his posture straight as a spear.
"I succeeded. My foundation is fully restored." Though Yu Ming tried hard to contain himself, his delight was still plain to hear.
As if we couldn't tell!
Everyone could feel that vigorous, perfectly harmonious aura.
"Was this the reward for passing the second round?" the principal asked.
"No. Everyone who took part in the second trial received it."
Everyone? Three thousand people?
The many Spirit Transformation cultivators froze. What an extraordinary display of power!
The deputy hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, who looked like an old man, watched the vigorous Yu Ming, his eyes flickering as if weighing something.
"When does the third round begin?" Li Qingyang asked gravely.
"I'm not sure. The senior who organized this trial didn't say. But the third round will take place in the real world."
In the real world?
The mayor was almost numb when he heard that. He'd only wanted things to go smoothly, so why did one thing after another keep cropping up?
He really couldn't handle an