Under the clear and beautiful rays of the morning sun, there was an extremely large area at the foot of the mountain. It was a gentle slope made up of green meadows and hills, undulating up and down like frozen waves. The green grass was like a painting.
A dozen or so intersecting and complicated paths could be faintly seen in the painting. Beside the paths were several flowers and trees planted at intervals. At the center of the meadow, there were even more flowers and trees, pink and white. It was unknown whether they were the color of apricot flowers or peach blossoms. They were irregular but extremely beautiful as they were smeared across the slope, beautiful to the extreme.
Above the grassy slope, there were black and white academy buildings that weren't tall but stretched out for who knew how many buildings. It was like an immortal realm, but it was situated in the mortal world.
Whether they were ordinary people or powerful cultivators, they could all see it with their eyes. This gave them endless confidence.
Hundred Moon Academy was silent, but in everyone's hearts, it was as if as long as the academy was here, this endless and vast continent would always be stable, never sinking.
Between these buildings, there were thousands to tens of thousands of cultivators.
Most of them were very young. There were youths whose faces were as brilliant as the sun, young girls who were as gentle as flowers shining on water. However, their cultivations were almost at Nascent Soul, or even Nascent Soul. The academy could be said to be filled with talents.
Their social status was also different.
There were some who wore embroidered clothes, their bodies flickering with precious light. They clearly came from rich and powerful clans, even royal and imperial clans. However, they were extremely humble, pulling a chancellor aside, humbly asking about their sword dao and divine abilities.
There were some who wore old green clothes, holding scrolls and writing brushes, writing and drawing, reciting poems and essays like Confucian scholars. There were some whose hands and feet were thick, their faces covered in dust. There were also some who were descendants of farmers and blacksmiths, but they were full of arrogance, their auras surging into the heavens. They argued and cursed with others, wanting to compete in a contest of strength.
There were even some who had the aura of bandits, their faces evil. They came from the wilderness of the jianghu, or were iron-blooded and murderous, wearing worn-out armor. They were actually low-level border soldiers who had survived hundreds of battles. There were also some who had shifty eyes, running as if they were flying, their actions sneaky. They were probably thieves before.
The academy was just like this, accepting all kinds of people!
Whether it was the imperial clan, the nobles, or the common people, as long as they had talent, they could enter the academy, giving the cultivators of the lower realms an exit, opening a hole in the strictly hierarchical barrier.
That was why heavenly talents like Yu Qilin could see hope, why they were deeply grateful to the Empire of Immortal Ruins, why they fought to the death without any regret.
Outside a small building, there was a small courtyard formed by a bamboo forest. There was a spiritual spring flowing through it.
A young man, whose face was full of freckles and who was wearing the shabby uniform of the low-level soldiers, was lying on a rattan chair quietly and even at ease. He was reading the Chapter on Grand Sensing in his left hand, and he was twisting a bamboo stick on the ground casually with his right hand.
His cotton-padded clothes were full of oil stains. His black hair was a little naturally curly, but his face was extremely clean. Even his eyebrows were particularly clear and transparent.
Behind him, there was an eleven or twelve year old girl who was struggling to carry a bucket of water to her room.
The girl was thin and her face was dark, but her eyes were clear. She was wearing a maid's uniform that she had found somewhere, and it was too loose.
The girl moved the bucket, which was half her height, to the side of the water tank with difficulty. Then she stood on a stool beside the tank and poured the water into the tank with great difficulty with all her strength. Then she began to wash the rice and vegetables. While she was steaming the rice, she took a rag and began to wipe the tables, chairs, windows, and doors. Not long after, steam rose up and enveloped her thin body.
"Young Master, it's time to eat!"
After the time it took for two sticks of incense to burn, the girl, Ah Sang, had finally finished some of her work. She placed chicken soup and rice on the table in the courtyard and called out to the young man.
Song Baoxin stood up and walked lazily into the courtyard with a book in his hands.
His parents had died early, and he carried a blood feud with them. Later, he wandered to the City of Wei, a border city, and made a living by killing bandits. Later, he came to the Ruined Capital to protect Princess Gouyu, who was married into a political alliance. He displayed exceptional talent and was accepted into the Hundred Moons Academy. Now, he was an outer disciple.
However, the examination at the back of the mountain was about to begin. Only by passing the examination could one enter the back of the mountain of the Academy and become a direct disciple of the Headmaster's disciple. Only then could one have hopes of reaching the top of the God of War List and take revenge.
At this moment, a huge flying ship appeared in the distant sky with a flash. It made a huge roaring sound as it tore through the air and flew toward the back of the mountain of the Academy.
"What! The Academy is grounded and has always strictly prohibited flying in the air or on flying swords. How can there be such a flying ship swaggering through the air! "
Ah Sang looked up at the huge flying ship that was flickering with treasure light, covered with dense patterns of laws, and extremely complicated talisman arrays. She asked in disbelief.
"This is Prince Chun Yu's flying ship. Grand Chancellor Yan Hua is on it. But he doesn't usually do this. Something big must have happened! "Song Baoxin looked up and said with a serious expression.
At this moment, it was not just them. Thousands of disciples of the Academy walked out and looked up at the flying ship with expressions of extreme shock.
The rules of the Academy were strict. At this place, civil officials would get off their sedan chairs and generals would get off their horses. Even the royal family had to walk up the mountain with caution.
Such a flying ship flying through the air and entering the back of the mountain was extremely rare in the Academy's ten thousand years. Something big must have happened, and it must be something earth-shattering.
Song Baoxin did not even have time to eat. He quickly walked to the back of the Outer Gate of the Academy and entered the highest level of the Stone Library of Other Mountains, which was called "where all the arts in the world were gathered". He found that many Outer Gate disciples had already gathered here. They must have wanted to see the situation at the back of the mountain.
Even.
They could see through the window that there was actually a huge flat cliff plateau with a radius of ten miles on the extremely steep mountain from the Academy's direction.
There was a mirror-like small lake on the cliff plateau. There were wild flowers in full bloom, tranquil grass, towering ancient trees, and vines that twined like giant pythons.
Under the towering ancient trees, there were more than ten simple houses with smoke curling up from the kitchen chimneys.
There was a silver line pouring down from the cliff behind the houses. It was actually a waterfall far away. A group of white cranes danced in the sky, chirping and flying between the cliff and the waterfall.
At this moment, such a beautiful scene in the morning light came into his eyes. Song Baoxin was stunned and did not know what to say.
Feeling the quiet Qi of Heaven and Earth and the smell of life in the back of the mountain, a strong thought came into his mind.
No matter who wanted to destroy such beauty, he would definitely destroy them.
In fact, this was not only his thought, but also the thought of thousands of disciples of the Academy. They loved this land very deeply.
At this moment, Song Baoxin noticed that even Cheng Aojun, Xu Changqing, Luo Changsheng, and other geniuses and geniuses, who were famous in the Ruins of Immortality, were here.
He knew that they had followed Prince Chun Yu to the Mortal World to gain experience and capture a bandit leader named Kang Tae-chu.
They were originally disciples of the back of the mountain and could receive personal guidance from the Headmaster. But now they were left in the Outer Gate. Prince Chun Yu and Yu Linzi, who was fifth on the God of War List, were not here.
Obviously, the situation was more serious than he had expected.
He could not hold back his curiosity. He went forward and bowed respectfully. Then he asked, "Senior Brother Cheng, Senior Brothers, why is Yu Linzi not back?"
At his question, hundreds of disciples turned to look at Cheng Aojun. Even if they did not turn to look, they pricked up their ears and listened quietly.
For a moment, the entire top floor was silent. It was as if they could hear the clouds in the sky and the falling flowers in the air.
Cheng Aojun's face was gloomy and a trace of pain flashed across his eyes. After a long silence, he finally said slowly, "He stayed in the Northern Sea World. But we have received news that … he has died! He was killed by Kang Tae-chu. "
"What?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Shock was written all over the faces of many disciples, as if they had seen a ghost.
Some of the male disciples gritted their teeth in hatred, their faces livid.
Many of the female disciples looked sorrowful and sobbed softly.
The whole Academy was filled with a sorrowful atmosphere.
Yu Linzi came from the desolate Northern Sea World. He was humble and gentle, generous and benevolent.
He especially took care of the disciples who came from humble backgrounds. He often guided them in their cultivation and even gave them elixirs and weapons. When the disciples of the royal family bullied them, he would always stand up for them and uphold justice.
"Young master is unparalleled in this world!"
Many of Yu Linzi's little fangirls praised him.
They treated him as their dream lover and respected and loved him immensely. But now, he had died in the hands of bandits. How could they not be heartbroken?
"What? He was killed by Kang Tae-chu! "
Song Baoxin was even more agitated. He staggered back a few steps, his face as pale as paper. He spat out a mouthful of blood and almost fell to the ground.
He was born poor and came from a small city in the desolate border.
Their similar background made Yu Linzi sympathize with him and pay more attention to him. He even secretly taught him some forbidden skills that were not allowed to be cultivated by outer sect disciples.
The Academy's Grand Chancellor and the Headmaster's thirteenth core disciple, Yan Hua, flew to the cliff platform and walked through the cobblestone path at the back of the mountain. His face was full of worry and his heart was heavy.
Prince Chun Yu was the Headmaster's youngest disciple and also his last disciple. He was the Headmaster's favorite and their relationship was like that of father and son.
He did not know how sorrowful the Headmaster would be when he heard the news.
He seemed to have lost his soul as he walked through the green fields and meadows. He stepped on the slightly wet ridges and walked onto a wooden bridge. Then, he came to the lake that was as calm as a mirror.
The white water birds in the lake floated and sank, hunting for small fish in the water. Whether they succeeded or failed, they raised their heads proudly and either swallowed the fish or shook off the water droplets on their feathers.
The footsteps on the wooden bridge attracted the attention of the water birds. However, they were obviously not afraid of people. Instead, they seemed to be curious and intelligent.
There was a pavilion in the middle of the wooden bridge. It was quiet and secluded between the lake and the water. A girl wearing the Academy's pale yellow Spring Chancellor robe was focused on embroidering in the pavilion.
"Seventh Senior Sister …"
Yan Hua stopped and bowed respectfully. A trace of admiration flashed in the depths of his eyes.
She was called Jade Lotus Fairy and was the only female among the Headmaster's fourteen core disciples. Although she looked quiet and elegant, she was actually the top talisman and array master in the Ruins of Immortality.
The entire Ruins Town was a huge array. The front yard of the Academy, the back of the mountain, and even the grass and trees here were all arrays. When activated, they had the power to kill Soul Formation cultivators.
And all of this was done by her.
The ancestor of Jade Lotus Fairy's family was one of the founders of the Hundred Moon Academy and the Headmaster's Junior Brother.
Back then, he was the one who designed and installed the Qi Drawing Array of countless Dimensional Worlds.
It was an extremely huge project that allowed the Spiritual Qi in the boundless territories of various worlds to spread across millions of kilometers and gather in the Ruins of Immortality.
It was said that when the Qi Drawing Array was activated, even the Emperor of the Ruins was very happy. He said that there were hundreds of moons in the Ruins of Immortality overnight and named the academy Hundred Moon Academy!
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