Wenwen hurriedly pulled Jingjing and scolded, "What nonsense!"
"It's true!"
Jingjing wanted to refute, but when she saw Wenwen's angry face, she swallowed her words.
Wenwen then put down her angry face and said humbly, "I'm sorry, my little sister is not sensible."
Su Ying's eyes moved and she instinctively felt a subtle change.
Not to mention that they were all women, even Chen Zhen and the others felt something was wrong and showed a strange expression.
Yang Qingxuan angrily stared at them and shouted, "What's with that look? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Chen Zhen shook his head and turned his face away.
Su Ying said, "Everyone, let's go. Brother Qing Xuan is going to fight with Zuo Heng tomorrow. He is still injured, so let's not disturb him."
Chen Zhen waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go."
After Yang Qingxuan said goodbye to everyone, he went towards the direction of the dormitory, but it was the female dormitory.
He flew and landed in front of the lake and stood at the door of Wu Qiyue's dormitory. He wanted to knock on the door, but when he raised his hand, he held back and turned to leave.
"Since you're here, why don't you knock?"
Wu Qiyue's voice sounded.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned for a moment. He smiled bitterly and knocked on the door a few times. The door opened with a creak. Wu Qiyue was wearing a pink dress. She stood at the door with a dignified look and a sweet smile on her face.
Yang Qingxuan said, "You know I'm here."
Wu Qiyue smiled faintly and said, "There are very few things that I don't know. Come in."
The room was a little messy. There were papers on the floor and on the table, with countless runes drawn on them.
Wu Qiyue said, "Be careful, don't step on them. These are the results of my deciphering over the past few days."
Yang Qingxuan said, "How's the deciphering going?"
He tiptoed, afraid that he would dirty the messy papers.
Wu Qiyue's eyes lit up as she said excitedly, "This Desolate Heaven Art of Void is a little strange. Furthermore, I discovered something incredible. There should be two manuals. They are called the 'Void Art' and the 'Desolate Heaven Art'. It's a joke that the teachers of the academy don't know anything. After a long time, it became the Void Desolate Heaven Art. Hehe. "
Yang Qingxuan had been nurtured by Lu Jiangpeng and the others, so he did not like Wu Qiyue badmouthing the academy. He defended himself, "Everyone has their own specialization. Besides, it's indeed difficult to understand these medieval secret texts without anyone teaching them."
Wu Qiyue nodded and said, "That's true. It's also because I know some ancient spiritual texts that I was able to deduce some things. However, there are still many things I don't understand."
She left Yang Qingxuan to the side and sorted out the papers by herself.
Yang Qingxuan looked at her serious look and felt a little sweet in his heart. He smiled gently and said, "You continue with your work. I'm going back to rest. There's still a competition tomorrow."
"Okay, you should rest early too. You're still injured when you fight Zuo Heng tomorrow."
Wu Qiyue said lightly, but her eyes were still on the words. Her hands were also carefully sorting them out, afraid that she would mess them up.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned and said, "You know that I'm going to fight Zuo Heng tomorrow?"
Wu Qiyue suddenly smiled, but put down the papers in her hands. She looked up at him and smiled with her eyes squinted. "Is it strange that I know? Moreover, it's just a fight with Zuo Heng. Is this a big deal? "
Yang Qingxuan was stunned and could not say anything for a while. He smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I thought you would pay attention."
Wu Qiyue stopped smiling and said seriously, "Maybe my expectations of you are too high, but don't forget that you have the Taixuan Sword Tomb, one of the ten most powerful Martial Souls. You are a man who wants to stand at the peak of this world. Zuo Heng is not even a stumbling block. Don't take him too seriously."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "I understand."
Wu Qiyue looked at him affectionately and said, "I will be there for tomorrow's fight."
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "You should focus on deciphering these words. That is the most important thing. As for tomorrow's fight, as you said, it is just a small matter."
Wu Qiyue slowly leaned over and put her head on Yang Qingxuan's shoulder. She hugged him with her hands and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "But I want to see you win. Moreover, this fight started because of me. I want to see it end."
Yang Qingxuan gently stroked her hair and said gently, "As you wish, I will personally end it tomorrow."
The two gently hugged each other and leaned against each other.
After a while, they separated. Yang Qingxuan could not help but kiss Wu Qiyue's forehead before he turned and left.
The next day, the entire Academy was empty.
It was the battle of the top eight, and the first Four Kings were born.
The upper echelons of the Empire had also arrived at the Academy. The Imperial Guard stood guard in front of the largest plaza, forming a red line around it.
The patriarchs of the major clans, a few experts who had graduated from the Academy, and members of the Imperial Family were all seated within the red line, discussing and commenting on the eight people standing on the stage.
Yang Qingxuan crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood quietly in the ring. He really didn't like the feeling of being pointed at and watched like a small animal, so he simply closed his eyes and rested his spirit.
The other seven had a similar attitude. They stood aloof and ignored the outside world.
"The principal is here!"
"His Majesty the Emperor is here!"
Cries of surprise came from the crowd, and tens of thousands of eyes turned in a certain direction.
As the crowd surged out, a tall imperial canopy was raised and leisurely approached.
Yang Qingxuan couldn't help but open his eyes and follow the crowd's gaze. A middle-aged man was striding over from Qing Buli's side.
This man wore yellow robes and had fair skin. His face was smooth without a beard, and his eyes were spirited. He gave off the aura of a superior.
The patriarchs of the four great clans, Prince Jin, Su Ze, and Su Ying followed closely behind.
Yang Qingxuan could see that the Emperor's steps were steady and his breathing even. He knew that he was an expert, but he couldn't see through his cultivation.
The patriarchs within the red line hurriedly stood up to welcome him.
Ding Yuan was also seated within the restricted area. He reluctantly stood up and bowed slightly in greeting.
Su Yu hastily stepped forward and returned the greeting with cupped fists. "We have long heard that Principal Ding is cultivating in seclusion at Heavenly Consort Academy. We have always wanted to pay you a visit, but we were too busy with worldly affairs to meet you today. Please forgive us."
Ding Yuan returned the greeting. "Your Majesty is too courteous."
The crowd was in an uproar. Only now did they realize that this unassuming old man was the principal of Haoran Academy of Duanyang.
"Why is Principal Ding here for the battle of the top eight?"
"Heh heh, this is the battle of the Four Kings. That old man probably couldn't sit still and came to watch the competition."
"That's true. Heavenly Consort Academy is famous throughout the five nations. The other four academies probably can't sit still either."
A sense of pride arose spontaneously as various versions of the rumors spread through the crowd.
A few spies from Duanyang mixed in with the crowd. Their faces were ashen and abnormally angry. The principal of their own academy had been taken hostage. This was a great humiliation.
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