First was admissions.
Ye Luochen could understand the strict requirements for strength—they were meant to screen for sufficiently outstanding prospects.
But the requirement for a recommendation letter from a main city was something Ye Luochen simply could not understand.
How many people could obtain such a thing? How many talented youths who should have had a chance to enter were shut out because of it?
And even if they could get one, what price would they have to pay?
Second was teaching.
Just as Wang Yan had said, the teachers were divided into faction after faction.
Small cliques among students were not much of a problem. It was only human nature and extremely difficult to avoid.
But the teachers did the same. There were even cases where, in pursuit of better teaching results, they did not hesitate to drain students' potential during competitions—and it was not an isolated occurrence.
Rather than wholeheartedly teaching, instructing, and resolving their students' doubts, they racked their brains to make their own teaching records look more impressive in hopes of receiving academy rewards. Could that possibly be right?
Then there were the departments.
The Martial Soul Department and the Soul Tool Department might not have been sworn enemies, but at the very least, they could hardly stand the sight of each other.
The Sea God Pavilion elders and many of the upper ranks almost all stood on the side of the Martial Soul Department, suppressing the Soul Tool Department.
They would not provide money or resources, and they would snatch away any promising talents as well.
During his time in the Sun Moon Empire, Ye Luochen had seen far too many Soul Tools that overturned his understanding. They were things capable of changing an era.
Ordinary academies could be excused for their limited knowledge, but