Primordial Land, First Academy.
Several years flew by, and the monkey's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.
He charged all the way into the Heavenly Immortal realm. Such a cultivation speed could only be called unparalleled.
Compared to Wu Chu back then, this monkey was truly a scholarly prodigy. No matter what kind of technique it was, once it reached his hands, he could practically wield it in an instant.
When Old Round's staff techniques reached his hands, he had already mastered their form in less than three days.
Seeing such a monkey, Old Round's love for talent surged, leaving him green with envy.
But he knew that this monkey would most likely become his junior brother.
Even his youngest junior brothers, Yang Jiao and Yang Jian, who had been born with divine strength, could only barely match him in cultivation speed.
Though he was a monkey, his outstanding grades earned him plenty of admirers at the academy. It left the monkey rather pleased with himself, floating on air.
Thus, when he encountered that white-robed young man by the lake for the second time, he immediately challenged him. They first debated Literary Dao, and the monkey was defeated so thoroughly that he was left speechless.
Still unconvinced, he then proposed a martial test, only to be pinned to the ground and thoroughly beaten by the white-robed young man in the blink of an eye. It made him grit his teeth in fury, but it also made him realize that he was nowhere near a true powerhouse.
"A mere Heavenly Immortal, and you think that is worth mentioning? Heh heh..."
That "heh heh" from the white-robed young man contained mockery beyond measure.
The monkey flew into a rage and shouted, "Who are you? Do you dare leave your name?"
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