Yang Qingxuan furrowed his eyebrows and thought of the "Enemy Under the Heavens" on his body. He flipped through a few books but did not find any information regarding the "Martial Spirit Pass". It seemed that this state belonged to the mysterious category mentioned in the books.
He stayed in the library for more than four hours and flipped through all the books regarding soul stones and martial spirits. He still did not find the answer he wanted and could not help but feel disappointed.
He glanced at the stairs in the corner that led directly to the second floor and walked straight over.
Suddenly, a dignified voice rang in his ears with an irresistible force, "Spirit Martial Realm cultivation can enter the second floor!"
Yang Qingxuan's footsteps stagnated. He bitterly smiled and could only turn around and leave.
He did not find the answer he expected in the library. It seemed that he could only fumble around on his own and slowly unravel the mystery of the Dead Soul Stone.
He remembered that there was a Dead Soul Stone for sale in the market in front of the Credit Hall and it was very cheap. Thus, he went to buy two pieces and used up the remaining 80 credits.
Of the two Dead Soul Stones, one was as clear as jade and the other was dark purple. Yang Qingxuan held it in his hands and did not feel anything. It was purely two gems.
Yang Qingxuan only felt that he had suffered a great loss. 80 credits, he might as well eat a few Dragon Bone Fish and a few big cucumbers to increase his True Power.
He was not satisfied. He smashed the dark purple stone into pieces and placed it in his palm. He operated the Green Sun Martial Scripture but still did not feel anything.
"Student, can I return this Dead Soul Stone?"
Yang Qingxuan sullenly held the remaining Dead Soul Stone and said, "Cheaper, 20 credits will be returned to you."
The seller glared and pointed at the "No returns" sign in front of him and shouted, "Return what, are you blind or can't read?"
Yang Qingxuan was depressed. Only now did he understand that he had suffered a great loss by using 40 credits to buy one. However, the transaction was voluntary and he could only accept it.
He turned around and left. He even heard the seller nagging behind him, "Freshmen nowadays only know how to pick up girls. They can't even read. Damn, how did they get into the academy!"
Yang Qingxuan felt that he had lost a lot of face. He hurriedly quickened his pace and left.
Now that he didn't even have one credit left, he was anxious and hurried to the east of the city. He couldn't wait to get those 300 credits.
White Water City was the number one city in the Cangnan Country. Inside, there were crisscrossed paths and traffic, orderly and orderly. There were endless carriages and horses, tall buildings, and when the spring breeze passed, one could see thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, and thousands of miles of clear sky.
Although the Imperial Capital was large and had abundant resources, not everyone was wealthy. In the city, there was a saying that the East was rich and the West was noble, while the South was poor and the North was cheap.
West of the city was where the imperial palace was located. There were many marquises and dignitaries nearby, and the buildings were grand and imposing. The east gate led to Duanyang Country, which was the main stronghold between Cangnan Country and the central part of the Xuanye Continent. Therefore, there were many merchants and wealthy merchants. Their houses were magnificent and luxurious. It was also a place where brothels, teahouses, and wine shops gathered.
On the south side, there were plain houses with plain clothes. The north side, on the other hand, was close to barren mountains and fields. It was a stretch of barren land. As far as the eye could see, there were low-rise houses and many tattered tents. Most of the people living there were also beggars and lowly commoners.
Yang Qingxuan used to live in a dilapidated house in the north. Although he had stayed in White Water City for fifteen years, he had never left the north and south of the city. Heaven Consort Academy was located at the foot of Divine Sound Mountain in the south of the city.
He only managed to avoid getting lost by asking questions along the way. Half a day later, he arrived at the relay station in the east of the city.
The relay station was a simple and unadorned building with grand decorations. When he pushed open the door and entered, Zhen Xiu Zhu was already waiting inside. There were also seven other students sitting in two rows, each drinking tea and chatting.
Yue Qiang was also inside. When he saw Yang Qingxuan arrive, he put down the teacup in his hand, his expression somewhat cold.
Zhen Xiu Zhu was still all smiles as he made an inviting gesture and said, "Please sit."
The seven students sized him up with their gazes. He also saw them clearly the moment he entered the room and committed them to memory.
Zhen Xiu Zhu introduced him with a smile, "This student is Yang Qingxuan."
Yang Qingxuan nodded to everyone and walked straight to a chair on the side to sit down. He noticed that apart from Yue Qiang, the rest of them more or less revealed looks of disdain. It was just that they didn't show it too obviously because they wanted to save face.
In this world, strength was the most important thing. The tenth level of the Qi Martial Realm was indeed the lowest level of cultivation among these people.
Yang Qingxuan didn't mind. He picked up the fragrant tea beside him and began to enjoy it.
The person sitting at the very front suddenly snorted and said, "After waiting for so long, there are still two people who haven't arrived. This is simply a waste of everyone's time. Mister Zhen, please explain the mission first. I'm already running out of patience. "
This student was called Kui Shui. His cultivation was extremely high and the aura he faintly emitted was intimidating. The other six people looked at him with a fearful expression.
Zhen Xiu Zhu chuckled and said, "Brother Kui Shui, be patient. They'll be here soon. This fragrant tea has five major characteristics: clear, mellow, fragrant, rich and pleasant. Not only can it relax and refresh the mind, it can also nourish the body. It can also … uh … cough cough … strengthen the yang energy and nourish the kidneys. "
The sound of teacups clinking could be heard in the hall. After hearing the effects of the tea, everyone picked it up and drank it clean. A few people even ate the tea dregs.
Kui Shui put down the teacup and said, "It really is good tea. Many thanks for Mister Zhen's hospitality. It's just that the two people who haven't arrived yet are too arrogant. They've simply lost face for our academy. "
Another person also said, "That's right. We represent Tian Cong Academy in the outside world. Every word and action reflects the academy's style and appearance. Those two people don't feel ashamed, but we feel ashamed."
As they spoke, loud laughter suddenly came from outside. "It can't be that serious, right?" Along with the voice, a blue-robed young man entered. He had a handsome face and a rather thin figure. He blinked and smiled. "I'm Meng Rui. I'm late. Please forgive me, fellow students."
Immediately after, another voice sounded. "I'm Li Zhiye. I'm late. Please forgive me."
A youth appeared behind Meng Rui. He was also handsome and had an arrogant expression. His gaze turned and landed on Yang Qingxuan. His arrogant expression suddenly changed as he exclaimed, "Yang Qingxuan!"
Yang Qingxuan was also surprised. He also recognized this Li Zhiye. He was a student from Class 4 next door and ranked in the top three in Class 4. He nodded in a friendly manner and smiled.
Li Zhiye's expression changed several times. He silently walked to a seat and sat down.
He had personally witnessed the battle between Yang Qingxuan and Wang Da. That palm technique had defeated the Wang family's "Black Winged Tiger Tyrant Style". It had been awe-inspiring, like a god of war descending to the world. He wasn't his match at all.
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