When Liu Xingruo and the others were dragged away, their faces were ashen and numb, blood streaming ceaselessly from all seven orifices.
The martial instructors showed them no courtesy either, each gripping an ankle with one hand and dragging them along, leaving long trails of blood across the ground.
"Don't keep these rule-breaking wretches in the academy. Strip them of their disciple status outright and throw them out."
Jian Zangfeng watched coldly as they were dragged away, then turned a smiling gaze on Chu Xisheng. "Not bad, kid. Since you've already cultivated Yazi Saber Intent, put more effort into it. From what I can see, you have a good talent for martial intent. You should be able to cultivate Yazi Saber Intent to the eighth layer. Your future prospects are boundless."
He felt that this disciple Ye Zhiqiu had trained was indeed outstanding.
It seemed the rumors he had heard upon first arriving at Zhengyang Martial Academy over a month ago had not been too far-fetched.
If this boy really could cultivate Yazi Saber Intent to the eighth layer, that achievement alone would be enough for Ye Zhiqiu's Advancement to inner disciple of the Divine Sects.
Then he and his junior sister could reunite at the Divine Sects' Main Mountain.
"Tell the storeroom to issue young Chu a bottle of Spirit-Returning Powder and a bottle of Pure Yang Spirit-Stabilizing Pellets."
Academy Master Lei Yuan took up the conversation, patting Chu Xisheng warmly on the shoulder. "Cultivate diligently. You have excellent talent and a bright future ahead. But guard against arrogance and impatience, and don't slack off. I have high hopes for you in this True Inheritance Assessment."
Ye Zhiqiu said nothing, but her gaze held surprise and delight as she looked at Chu Xisheng.
She scratched her cheek, unable to