Meanwhile, at the Heaven-Reaching Sacred Academy, Sacred Master Ziyan was naturally preparing for the academy competition.
Her students are expected to participate.
During this period, her newly accepted disciple, Yun Qingming, has made remarkable progress.
He possessed Sacred Physique, and with the dedicated training he received from the Sacred Master Ziyan, Yun Qingming had already broken through to the Emperor Realm in a short period of time, and his strength had increased dramatically.
"If I were to encounter that kid again now, I could probably defeat him with a single punch!"
Feeling the surging power within him, Yun Qingming slowly clenched his fist, cracking his bones as he did so.
He smiled, feeling the power within his body, and felt incredibly relaxed.
Only about a month has passed, and his strength has improved so much. It's no exaggeration to say that he is now completely different from the person he used to be.
After his strength improved, the thing Yun Qingming cared about most was the freshman trial he had gone through.
He was still resentful that Lin Xuan had overshadowed him that day.
Every time I think about it, I feel ashamed.
Even if Lin Xuan only temporarily overshadowed him, in Yun Qingming's eyes, this was absolutely unforgivable!
but...
He thought about how he could easily defeat Lin Xuan with a single punch if he encountered him again, and he felt a surge of pride, completely losing his resentment.
Sacred Master Ziyan looked at the changing expressions on Yun Qingming's face, unconcerned, and spoke indifferently.
" Ming'er, it's time for you to change your mindset."
"He's just someone you've already left far behind, why bother caring about him?"
"He and you are no longer from the same world. In terms of talent, he is not even one-tenth, or even one-hundredth, of yours. In terms of strength, you are no worse than him now."
"Now, your target should be the Ten Saints, not such an insignificant little person, understand?"
Sacred Master Ziyan did not think Lin Xuan was someone she needed to be wary of.
Her tone was insightful, and as she looked at her disciple Yun Qingming, her eyes showed utter satisfaction.
As expected of the Sacred Physique, she truly has an eye for talent, finding this once-in-a-millennium genius among so many people.
His progress surprised and delighted her.
Even the Ten Saints of that time probably weren't this monstrous!
As for Yunzhao, which of her students can compare to Yun Qingming?
After hearing what Sacred Master Ziyan said, Yun Qingming quickly composed himself and lowered his head.
"Yes, the teacher is right."
He was thinking about it too.
good...
It's time to change my mindset.
In the future, he is destined to become an emperor, and may even become a saint—a peerless genius. But now he is only concerned with being someone with ordinary talent. Isn't that lowering his own status?
After casually erasing Lin Xuan from his mind, Yun Qingming suddenly remembered something and quickly spoke.
"By the way, teacher, I also want to participate in this year's inter-departmental competition..."
"I don't seek rankings, but only to hone my skills." As if afraid that Sacred Master Ziyan wouldn't agree, he quickly added a sentence afterward.
Upon hearing this, Sacred Master Ziyan frowned.
She had a particular fondness for the color purple, whether it was the light, sheer gauze robe she wore woven from silkworm silk or the cloud-patterned pipe she held in her delicate hand; everything was purple.
Now, when Sacred Master Ziyan reprimands Yun Qingming, it is not as stern as when Sacred Master Yunzhao does.
She was leaning gently against the chaise longue she had crafted herself, holding a pipe in one hand, putting it into her mouth, and occasionally exhaling a puff of dreamlike purple smoke.
Now, after hearing Yun Qingming's words, she gathered her sleeves and suddenly sat up.
A shawl draped in brocade and mist fluttered down onto her crossed knees, while her pipe tapped softly against the chaise longue beneath her.
clatter.
clatter.
clatter.
Yun Qingming straightened his back, looking unusually nervous.
After a moment of contemplation, Sacred Master Ziyan slowly spoke.
" Ming'er, you must understand, this competition is no child's play."
"Not to mention that Ten Saints will participate, the other top geniuses from the inner academy will also participate. You've been to the Divine Soul Tower these past few days, so you should know their strength."
"I know you are exceptionally talented, and it's inevitable that you have some arrogance. But I believe you will never be inferior to anyone in the future, not even the current Ten Saints! However... it's a bit too early to challenge them now..."
She phrased it extremely tactfully.
This statement is only made because of Yun Qingming's talent.
Yun Qingming is indeed a genius, but how long has he been in the Holy Academy?
Even his cultivation level was only at the newly broken through to the Emperor Realm.
How many Emperor Realm are there within the Three Courts?
They're everywhere!
Sacred Master Ziyan simply did not believe that Yun Qingming's current strength was sufficient to participate in the academy competition.
The other students standing on either side of the chaise lounge also spoke up after hearing what Sacred Master Ziyan said.
"Yes, junior brother, it's a bit early for you to participate now. Why not wait for the next session?"
"That's right, junior brother, if you want to spar with a strong opponent, we can do that too!"
"Junior brother, please don't be reckless!"
Unlike Lin Xuan, who was treated coldly, Yun Qingming was highly sought after under the tutelage of Sacred Master Ziyan.
You can tell just by their positions.
Sacred Master Ziyan was accustomed to speaking with her disciples in this clean room. On either side of her chaise longue, the disciples stood according to their strength and ranking.
But now, on her left and right, the closest to her, are her first disciple and Yun Qingming.
However, Yun Qingming still shook his head after hearing these words.
"Teacher, senior brothers and sisters, my mind is made up."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Sacred Master Ziyan's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and after a moment, she finally relented.
"Fine, since you want to participate, then participate."
"However, I'm afraid I won't be able to watch the battle in person from now on. You guys, take good care of your junior brother."
The Sacred Master Ziyan gave instructions to her disciples.
Her disciples naturally agreed, but her eldest disciple, being more perceptive, looked up and asked, "Teacher, are you going to attempt to break through to the Eighth Level of the Thearch Realm next?"
A hint of joy appeared on his face.
"Exactly."
Sacred Master Ziyan also curled the corners of her lips, seemingly in a fairly good mood.
"I'm fairly confident. I've recently gained some insight and can begin my attempt to break through to the Eighth Level of the Thearch Realm."
Moreover, she heard that Yunzhao, that wretched woman, was also trying to break through to the Eighth Level of the Thearch Realm...
"Oh, right..."
As she spoke, Sacred Master Ziyan seemed to suddenly remember something, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.
"There's one more thing."
"If you encounter Yunzhao's disciples during the academy competition, you know what to do, right?"
Her most active second disciple immediately eagerly spoke up.
Don't worry, teacher!
"We will definitely teach them a lesson they won't tolerate!"
The other disciples also eagerly spoke up.
They had sparred with Sacred Master Yunzhao's disciples more than once or twice. What was originally just a feud between two holy masters had long since become a feud between them after so many matches.
Now that they've finally found a legitimate opportunity, they certainly won't let it slip by.
After listening to her disciples' words, Sacred Master Ziyan finally revealed a satisfied smile. She chuckled softly, took a puff of the spiritual smoke from her pipe, and wisps of mist spilled from her lips, mixed with her cold laughter.
"As expected of my disciples... Hmph, I don't care about rankings, but you absolutely cannot be inferior to that woman's disciples. That's my requirement for you!"
"Yes, teacher!" All the disciples under the tutelage of the Sacred Master Ziyan replied in unison.
Her eldest disciple bowed slightly, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and whispered a promise to her like a snake.
"Please rest assured, teacher, if we were to encounter them... we would definitely cripple them."
"Once our teacher emerges from seclusion, we will surely bring him good news!"