The top 10 martial arts arenas in the Imperial City were all personally appointed by the royal family. Absolute loyalty to the royal family was their life goal.
Because of this, the royal family would give a lot of resources and rewards to the arenas every year. At the same time, they would put a portion of it in the God of Wealth Temple for the disciples to buy resources.
But the distribution of resources was based on ranking. In other words, the higher the ranking, the more resources they would receive.
Under these conditions, there were bound to be fights between the arenas.
But there were rules for these fights. Only disciples could fight, and it was a competition to see who could train the most outstanding geniuses.
The Li family was the weakest of the top 10 martial arts arenas, ranked at the bottom. Above them was the Wei family.
As for the Imperial City Academy of Martial Arts, it was the arena for the disciples of the top 10 martial arts arenas. Of course, there were many teachers and all kinds of cultivation resources in the academy.
But competition was the fastest way to improve. Zhou Yang knew this very well.
The Imperial City Academy of Martial Arts was a gathering place for the top geniuses of the Draconic Country. The New Star List in the middle of the academy was the best resource.
Because it would motivate everyone to train with all their might.
As long as one was on the list, one would be famous in the Draconic Country.
Young people wanted to make a name for themselves.
Looking at the ranking on the stone tablet, Zhou Yang was also overwhelmed with emotions. He estimated that his name would be up there by tomorrow at most. After all, he had already fought in the Li family's martial arts arena, and the news would soon spread.
"There are three academies in the Imperial City Academy of Martial Arts. They are the Star General Academy, the Confucian Academy, and the Sword Academy. How should I choose..."
Zhou Yang frowned. After thinking for a while, he walked toward the Confucian Academy.
The Confucian Academy was the academy with the least number of students among the three. He had chosen the Confucian Academy because of his special path in martial arts. Ordinary people could not teach him, and even Su Xin rarely gave him pointers.
Soon, he arrived outside the Confucian Academy.
The gate of the Confucian Academy was very elegant and open. There were no guards. After entering, he found the Deacon's Manor and handed over the Martial Exam token and a letter of introduction.
A deacon in a black Confucian robe took out a token and said, "Go find Teacher Wen. You will be his student from now on."
"Teacher Wen... student. That's an interesting title."
With the medallion in hand, Zhou Yang entered the Confucian Institute's martial arts arena.
From afar, he could see a group of young men and women sitting cross-legged on the dark green grassland. In the east, an old man was sitting on a floating prayer mat.
"Now, calm down and recite the incantation with me: Awe-Inspiring righteousness, Heaven and Earth exist forever, the heart is free of evil thoughts, no evil can invade …"
As the deep voice rang out, Zhou Yang felt his entire body stiffen, as if some kind of power within his body had been affected. He immediately sat down cross-legged.
This power …
"Righteous Qi!"
Zhou Yang was overjoyed. This force was the Overwhelming Vital Qi that he had absorbed when he and Wen Xiyu had dual cultivated.
He had thought that the power had disappeared, but it was just a shadow that had been hidden. Now, it had appeared again after Old Zhong's voice.
"So this is the method of the Righteous Formula of Righteousness."
Thinking of this, he also began to chant silently, only to feel that every time he chanted, the Awe-Inspiring Righteousness in his body would become stronger.
What was even stranger was that there were waves of melodious sounds ringing in his mind. These melodious sounds came from the contents of the Wen Hua Collection Book.
The sound belonged to him, but it was being replayed infinitely.
"It seems that the Wen Hua Collection Book needs to be combined with the Righteous Formula of Righteousness to unleash its power … But what kind of power is this …"
Zhou Yang could not help but be curious. Just when his Overwhelming Vital Qi had become so strong that it seemed like it was about to burst out, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"There is Righteousness in Heaven and Earth, and everything is given form …"
Boom!
With just a low sound, there was a sudden explosion within a radius of a hundred feet, and the surrounding Spiritual Qi actually disappeared at this moment!
"Scary, I did not consume any Vital Qi, nor did I move my body. I just said a sentence, and it actually has such power …" Zhou Yang was amazed.
"Who dares to be presumptuous again?"
A loud shout came from the people who were meditating in front of him. He saw a young man glaring at Zhou Yang, and the rest of the people were also looking at him. Even the old man was looking at him.
"Sorry, I just had an epiphany, so …"
"Hmph, just because you have an epiphany, you want to interrupt our cultivation? Also, which Martial Arts Hall disciple are you from, and what are you doing here?" The person asked again.
"Zhou Yang, it's you …"
Before Zhou Yang could answer, a familiar voice came from the crowd. Zhou Yang looked and saw that the person who had spoken was Wen Xiyu.
"Senior Wen, do you know him?" The person who had reprimanded Zhou Yang asked.
"Junior Xi, he is a … an ordinary friend of mine." Wen Xiyu's Flame Magnetic Field was a little hesitant.
"Alright."
The old man waved his hand, then looked at Zhou Yang and said, "Young man, what are you doing here?"
"Senior, I am a new student, and I came to look for Teacher Wen." Zhou Yang cupped his hands and said.
"Haha … I am Teacher Wen. Come here."
Zhou Yang nodded and immediately walked in front of Teacher Wen. After seeing Teacher Wen look at him, he patted his shoulder.
Suddenly, Zhou Yang felt his body sink, as if a mountain was pressing down on him. His body instinctively froze, and the ground suddenly cracked three inches. Zhou Yang's eyes flashed as he looked at the old man.
"I will not accept you."
The old man shook his head and said.
"Why?" Zhou Yang was puzzled.
"Your murderous aura is too strong, and you have resentment. I don't want to hand over an evil star. You should go." After saying this, Teacher Wen turned around and floated away.
Zhou Yang frowned. He knew that these teachers were stubborn. As long as he refused, they would not agree no matter what he said.
So, he turned around and left.
If there was no place for him here, there would be another place for him.
"You are leaving?"
A sarcastic voice came from behind. Zhou Yang looked back and saw a few people beside Wen Xiyu. One of them was Xu Yechen, who had been defeated by him before.
"You want me to stay?" Zhou Yang looked at Xu Yechen and said.
"Hmph, Zhou Yang, this is not King City. Don't be arrogant in front of me, or you will not live long." Xu Yechen warned.
"It is not the first time you have said such words, but I am still alive."
Zhou Yang glanced at Xu Yechen. It was better to avoid trouble. He still had to go to the Princess Residence at night. Thinking of this, he was too lazy to argue with Xu Yechen.
"Zhou Yang, I have something to ask you. Can you …"
"Xiyu, why are you looking for him? You can look for me if you need anything. I will help you." Xu Yechen interrupted Wen Xiyu.
"But …"
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