Wang Yao held the Golden Token aloft, the corners of her lips curling slightly.
She looked at Ling Ruoxian with immense satisfaction.
It was as though she were proclaiming, This was originally yours, and so was the position of direct disciple.
But what about now? So what if you're a Nine-Star Prodigy? You still can't wrest it away from me.
With the Golden Token in hand, she was qualified to become the Jade Pool Holy Land's direct disciple for this intake.
In this vast world, who else could contend with her?
If the Jade Pool Holy Land still chose Ling Ruoxian, who possessed an immortal bone, as its direct disciple, it would be breaking its word before the entire world.
This was an open scheme, laid out in plain sight.
Wang Yao was utterly brazen, her contempt boundless.
Even if you're a nine-star talent and can join the Jade Pool Holy Land...
You still can't compete with me for the status and position of direct disciple.
In the end, you'll only become some elder's disciple.
But I'll wield great power, second only to the Saintess, and I'll be free to devise every possible way to torment Ling Ruoxian.
When that time comes, Ling Ruoxian will still meekly submit, too afraid to oppose me, suffering endless torment.
In the end, the immortal bone would fall into her hands, and that mysterious opportunity would belong to her, Wang Yao, alone.
Meanwhile, Xia Songyue, the Jade Pool Holy Land's Great Elder, looked between Wang Yao and Ling Ruoxian.
The difference in these prodigies' temperaments was clear at a glance.
If a prodigy like Wang Yao became this intake's direct disciple, there would be endless trouble down the line. She would stir up no small amount of calamity.
Ling Ruoxian, by contrast, was composed