It was only a simple delivery of a letter.
Still, it counted as a B-rank mission, with 5,000 experience points awarded upon completion.
To him, though, it was a mere pittance-better than nothing!
Aside from the students, the two veteran Emperor Realm cultivators, Ning Yi and Situ Kong, also left with Yun Che.
After all, he was heading out to kill an Ant Emperor. Without those two supreme experts, it would be a little too much for him to handle alone.
Another thing worth mentioning was that the ten students Yun Che had selected for this exchange tournament all seemed a little abnormal.
No, to be precise, every one of them had their own distinctive traits.
Yun Che had not deliberately picked them that way. He had simply called out the academy's ten strongest students.
He had never expected each to be more unconventional than the last.
There was no need to even mention that pair: the haughty sweaty-footed girl Situ Xue and the perverted masochist with extreme tastes, Ye Feng.
Then there were the medicine boy Gao Xin, the Buddhist staff wielder Jiang Renhua, the blind swordsman Ximen Changke, the swift swordsman Don't Ask, the heavy swordsman Zhuang Feng, the heavy saber wielder Zhuang Yang, the good girl Ruan Caocao, and the little prince of luck Zhang Wuji.
Of the ten, only Gao Xin, who often worked in the medicinal garden, seemed a little more normal.
The Buddhist staff wielder Jiang Renhua was a dark-skinned, bald man who stood a full two meters ten tall. He carried a thick iron staff engraved all over with Buddhist scriptures on his back and always wore a sorrowful expression.
Ximen Changke always liked to keep his eyes closed. Word had it that few opponents among the students could make him open them.