"This …."
Qing Buli froze. This was the condition Yi Kun had proposed for Zhao Sihan, and Lu Jiangpeng had replicated it.
Lu Jiangpeng was in high spirits. "What? Is there something wrong? How many people have attained a duke grade martial soul in all these years? Zhao Sihan is a cripple now. Even if he wasn't, no one can guarantee that he'll reach the duke grade. "
"If he does, we can consider it," said Qing Buli. "There's no rush. Let's wait patiently for him to come out."
"Haha, good. That's what the dean said."
Lu Jiangpeng was brimming with confidence. "I'm sure Yang Qingxuan will ascend. Yang Qingxuan doesn't need an ancient soul. You won't understand what an awesome life is like."
Everyone's faces darkened, but their hearts were filled with shock.
A duke grade martial soul was a genius. Every one of them was a powerhouse who could shake the entire nation.
The patriarchs of the aristocratic families couldn't sit still.
Especially the Wang and Zuo Clans. They felt immense pressure.
The patriarchs of the smaller aristocratic families behind them were lost in thought.
One of the patriarchs beckoned a servant to his side. "Call Steward Hu back," he said in a low voice. "Hurry up and bring back the gifts we gave Zhao Sihan. Also, take back the tuition we lent Zhao Sihan every year, with interest. "
The servant was stunned and said in a daze, "Isn't the money sent to Zhao Sihan's family every year to sponsor him?"
Slap!
The servant's face burned. He was slapped so hard that he saw stars.
Seeing the patriarch's dark and angry expression, the servant finally realized that he'd said something wrong. He covered his face and stammered, "Yes, yes."
He immediately retreated.
Many students felt a chill run down their spines when they saw this.
This was the reality of the world. When you were strong, the world smiled at you. When you were weak, you immediately felt the cruelty of the world.
Many students secretly clenched their fists, vowing to cultivate hard.
Zhao Sihan had become an abandoned child. He lay unconscious on the ground. No one cared about him.
Everyone waited in silence.
The circle of light flickered in the square like an hourglass, passing by bit by bit.
Chen Zhen and the others also took the Water Crystal Pill, and their bodily functions began to recover.
Quite a few students experienced a huge increase in their strength. Their withered and yellow skin fell off, and it was as if they had been reborn as they advanced in rank.
The square was filled with surprise and excitement.
He had finally overcome the most difficult hurdle and become an inner court disciple. Moreover, his strength had increased tremendously.
It could be said that he had stepped into the upper echelons of the Empire.
The patriarchs of the aristocratic families also looked at these students, thinking about how to win them over.
Du Ruo and the others were the last to come out. Under the effect of the Water Crystal Pill, the layer of yellow sand was washed away, and they recovered their valiant and heroic appearance.
Du Ruo looked at the swaying circle of light and couldn't help but be shocked. She said, "Yang Qingxuan still hasn't come out?"
His words shocked everyone. The originally quiet square was filled with whispers of discussion.
"How terrifying is that desolate aura? There's no way it can hold on for so long. He must have died inside."
"Yeah, I guess so. Even those students in the late stage of the Spiritual Martial Realm couldn't hold on. How could he hold on?"
"Yeah, and there's also the Heavenly Lightning. It would be strange if he didn't die under these two forces."
Most of the students didn't look good. After all, Yang Qingxuan had killed Zuo Jun in the ancient palace and saved everyone's lives. They were all grateful to him.
However, there were also a few people who were gloating and secretly laughing.
A student with the head of a mouse couldn't help but laugh. He said, "Who asked him to be so arrogant? Now he's finally dead. People who are too arrogant will die young easily. "
It was exactly what Wang Qing had said before. And this student was also from the Wang Clan. He was in the same group as Wang Hui and Wang Da.
Wang Hui was killed by Yang Qingxuan in the Mysterious Dragon Mountain. Wang Da and two other members of the Wang Clan had also died in the ancient palace. He was the only one left in the group.
Although Yang Qingxuan had saved his life, he didn't feel the slightest bit of gratitude. Instead, he felt the joy of revenge.
Plus, he was the only one left in the group. In the future, he would definitely be the focus of the clan. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and even grinned.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Chen Zhen moved and punched his face. The person's entire face caved in and his teeth and nose were all shattered.
He let out a blood-curdling scream as blood spurted from his face into the sky and he was sent flying.
The entire square was stunned and everyone looked over.
"Ah, ah —"
The person from the Wang Clan grimaced in pain and couldn't say anything. He lay on the ground and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
"Chen Zhen! What are you doing?! "
Wang Qing suddenly stood up with fire in his eyes. He shouted angrily, "How dare you hit someone from the Wang Clan for no reason?!"
Chen Zhen cupped his fist and said, "Uncle Wang Qing, you misunderstood. It wasn't for no reason. Just now, my foot suddenly slipped. In a panic, I threw a punch."
His expression was sincere and his tone was sincere. He looked handsome and courteous. People couldn't help but want to believe him. However, the reason was too ridiculous.
"You …!"
Wang Qing was furious and said coldly, "You're purposely looking for trouble!"
Chen Bo glared at Chen Zhen and said, "Brother Chen Zhen, why are you purposely looking for trouble? Chen Zhen is a strong-headed person. He just slipped. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the cleaner for not cleaning the floor. Later, I will apply to the Academy to change the cleaner. I will pay the salary. "
Wang Qing said angrily, "Good, you old and young are ganging up to bully me! Today, I … "
As he spoke, he suddenly felt a chill. Lu Jiangpeng's icy gaze landed on him. His face turned pale and he swallowed back the words he'd been about to say.
Lu Jiangpeng said coldly, "You are all family heads revered by tens of thousands of people. I hope you have a bit of the demeanor of an aristocratic family. Don't argue like a shrew in Heavenly Consort Academy and embarrass your families."
He glanced disdainfully at the Wang Clan disciple and said disdainfully, "Whether it was a slip or some other reason, if you're hit, hit back. If you don't dare hit back, shut up. Blabbering like this will only make people dislike you and even invite more beatings. Just now, Chen Zhen's foot slipped. Perhaps this old man will slip as well. "
Wang Qing's expression changed drastically. Under Lu Jiangpeng's gaze, his back was drenched in cold sweat. The disciple who'd been hit covered his mouth and face, not daring to make a sound.
Who was Lu Jiangpeng? He was at the peak of the yellow scarf warrior realm, someone on the same level as Qing Buli. If he'd slipped, someone would've died.
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