That afternoon, at the Outer Court training grounds of the martial arts academy.
The Ten-Day Minor Examination had just ended, and traces of the assessment still remained throughout the grounds.
Chaotic footprints covered the ground, while the Soft Sand Bags were mottled with fist marks.
Zhao Jing remained in first place.
He stood with his hands behind his back in the most conspicuous spot at the center of the training grounds, the corners of his lips slightly raised in a faintly arrogant smile.
A crowd of apprentices surrounded him, showering him with endless flattery.
"Brother Zhao took first place again. Well deserved!"
"Of course! Brother Zhao has an Upper-grade Bone Constitution and extraordinary talent. Who in our Outer Court can compare to him?"
"Brother Zhao will surely become a Dark Strength expert someday. Don't forget to lend us little brothers a hand then!"
Zhao Jing looked proud as he enjoyed the praise and adulation around him.
His gaze was imperious, and his bearing lofty.
Every so often, he merely gave a faint "Mm" in response, too lazy even to spare them a proper glance.
After the Demon-Hunting Trial.
Both he and Su Yuheng had performed quite well, each receiving three Blood-Gathering Pills from Academy Master Zheng Hongfeng as a reward.
The Blood-Gathering Pill had potent medicinal effects and was a cultivation resource coveted by Martial Artists in the Body Tempering realm.
With the dense medicinal power contained within the Blood-Gathering Pills.
Zhao Jing's cultivation had advanced rapidly during this period, and he had successfully condensed eight strands of Blood Qi.
Once he condensed two more strands of Blood Qi in the coming days, gathering a total of ten, he could attempt to break through to the Body Tempering Second Layer.
By then.
He would become the first apprentice in the