Yang Qingxuan asked, "Why don't you give it to me after you've deciphered all of it?"
Wu Qiyue said softly, "There are some parts that I don't fully understand. I'm afraid that I'll mislead you. Anyway, I'll give it to you first."
Yang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat. His intuition told him that something was wrong. He suddenly asked, "Are you leaving?"
Wu Qiyue's body trembled. She forced a smile and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yang Qingxuan stared at her seriously and said, "I feel that you've been avoiding something. Can you tell me?"
Wu Qiyue looked troubled and begged, "Brother Qing Xuan, please don't ask. If there comes a day when I feel that I can, I'll definitely tell you. "
Yang Qingxuan sighed and said, "Is it because I'm not strong enough?"
Wu Qiyue stretched out two fingers and pressed his lips. She shook her head gently and said, "Of course not. It's because of me. Don't think too much."
Yang Qingxuan could not bear to make things difficult for her. He nodded and said, "If there comes a day when you feel that you're suitable, then tell me."
"Yes, I will."
Wu Qiyue smiled, but it was a forced and sad smile.
Yang Qingxuan wanted to say something, but Wu Qiyue had already turned and left. Only the silk book was left on the table.
Yang Qingxuan was a little sad. He did not know what this mysterious girl was carrying in her heart, but he could not do anything about it.
"Power, power!"
Yang Qingxuan clenched his fists tightly. His face was full of determination.
"Haha, what you think is right," Hua Jieyu suddenly said.
"The reason why she didn't want to tell you something is because your strength is too weak."
Yang Qingxuan's face darkened. He said coldly, "Of course I know that. In this world, the strong are respected. There's nothing that power can't solve. But you don't have to say it so directly. Can you give me some face? "
"Oh, you still want face? Don't you know that scum have no face? "Hua Jieyu taunted.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. He wanted to get angry, but what he said was very reasonable. He didn't know how to get angry, so he could only sigh.
After a long while, he asked, "Do you have any ways to increase my strength quickly?"
Hua Jieyu said indifferently, "No. Strength is something that needs to be cultivated step by step. Anyone who wants to quickly increase their strength is already walking on the wrong path. "
Yang Qingxuan was startled. How could he not understand this principle? He calmed himself down and got rid of his impatience. He took the silk booklet that Wu Qiyue had left on the table and began to read it carefully.
The handwriting on the silk booklet was clear and elegant, just like the person who wrote it. It was a thorough analysis of the Desolate race's language. Various points that were unclear were labeled with their thoughts and opinions. It was very detailed.
After Yang Qingxuan finished reading, he had a better understanding of the two scriptures.
The two scriptures talked about something called "Desolate Qi". And the cultivation of the Desolate race revolved around this energy, just like the Qi of the Human race.
And some of the wonderful divine powers and spells needed the Desolate Qi to be used.
"It's no wonder the divine powers of these two scriptures were lost. It's completely different from the cultivation of refining weapons and condensing the soul. It's equivalent to opening up a new path. If one were to cultivate the Desolate Qi, it would be hard to predict whether it would be a blessing or a curse. Slowly, no one would care about it. "
Yang Qingxuan guessed most of the reasons, but there were still dozens of ambiguous points that he did not understand. He was in no hurry to cultivate it, after all, he could not bite off more than he could chew.
Furthermore, the Desolate Qi was a completely new cultivation method. The Tian Cong Academy had stood tall in the continent for thousands of years. There were many amazing figures, but no one cultivated it. He was not arrogant enough to think that he was stronger than his predecessors.
Immediately, he put away the two scriptures and went out.
The teacher guarding outside the door was alarmed. He asked, "You're awake? The dean has come to visit you many times. He has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me. "
Yang Qingxuan cupped his fists and followed the teacher.
Soon, the teacher brought him to a side hall. It was not big, but it was very spacious. He said, "The dean has instructed that if you wake up, you are to be brought here directly. I will inform the dean now. Please wait for a moment. "
Yang Qingxuan cupped his fists and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
The teacher nodded slightly and left.
Yang Qingxuan looked around, then sat down cross-legged and began cultivating.
About five minutes later, he heard footsteps. When he opened his eyes, he saw Young Master Jin in the hall, smiling at him. He said, "You're finally awake. We've been waiting for you."
Yang Qingxuan asked curiously, "Waiting for me?"
"We were waiting for you. If we couldn't wait any longer, we might have made a mistake."
Another voice came. A beautiful girl stood in front of the hall. She was wearing a purple jacket and a flowery skirt. She was as beautiful as a peach. It was Yin Yao.
Yang Qingxuan saw the two and immediately guessed what was going on. He said, "The Grand Tournament of the Five Nations?"
Young Master Jin nodded. "Yes. You were unconscious and the dean was worried sick."
Yang Qingxuan smiled. "There are many strong cultivators in Tian Cong Academy. It doesn't matter if I'm there or not. What's there to worry about?"
"Hmph."
A cold snort came. A figure flashed in the hall. Fu Zhuo appeared out of thin air and looked at him coldly. He said, "I think so too."
Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly. He didn't know why Fu Zhuo was so hostile, but these people were just children in his eyes.
Children naturally had their tempers. Moreover, they were all geniuses. He didn't mind and just smiled in return.
However, Fu Zhuo obviously didn't appreciate it. He was still smiling coldly.
"Yang Qingxuan, you're finally awake. You worried me to death, haha!"
Qing Buli's voice came from outside the hall. By the time he finished laughing, he had already landed in the hall.
There were three other people with him. They were Wu Hao, Prince Jin, and Lu Yifan.
Prince Jin's face was full of joy. Lu Yifan also greeted everyone in a friendly manner.
Yang Qingxuan stood up and cupped his fists. "Thank you for your concern, Dean, Prince Jin. I've made everyone worried."
"Good, good!"
Qing Buli's eyes lit up. He said happily, "Great perfection! You've finally entered the great perfection realm. And you're in both the True Martial and Jade Bone Realms! "
As soon as these words came out, the faces of Young Master Jin and the others changed abruptly, revealing looks of shock.
Fu Zhuo's pupils constricted. Light flashed in his eyes. He seemed to be thinking of something.
Yang Qingxuan's aura was restrained. He was like an ordinary person. No one could see the depth of his cultivation.
Young Master Jin and the others found it strange. They thought that he had cultivated an internal breathing technique and was hiding his cultivation. It turned out that he had entered the great perfection realm, the same level as them. No wonder they couldn't see through him.
Prince Jin was also gratified. "Our chances of winning the Five Nations Grand Tournament are even higher now."
Yang Qingxuan said, "Prince Jin, you're exaggerating. It's enough that we don't drag you down."
Fu Zhuo's face darkened. He was quite dissatisfied. He crossed his arms and snorted.
Qing Buli took in their expressions. He stroked his beard and said calmly, "I called all of you here today to discuss the Five Nations Grand Tournament."
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