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Chapter 472

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Huo Ying looked at Lu Ping and nodded.

"Whistling Horn Battalion, not bad," he said. As the former first disciple, he knew more than others.

"It feels good," Lu Ping nodded and took out the Whistling Horn Battalion from his pocket for Huo Ying to have a look.

"I think Fellow Ruan must be a little regretful now," Huo Ying said with a smile.

"You are wrong." A voice suddenly resounded from outside the courtyard. Following that, Ruan Qingzhu had already stepped into the courtyard.

"Not a little regretful, but very regretful," Ruan Qingzhu continued to say.

"We don't have many good things like the Whistling Horn Battalion." Another voice followed behind Ruan Qingzhu and entered the fifth courtyard.

Huo Ying, who had been sitting on the bamboo chair all year round, finally couldn't sit still when he saw Ruan Qingzhu and the person behind her enter. He stood up, bowed, and greeted the person behind Ruan Qingzhu first.

"Dean, Fellow Ruan," Huo Ying called out.

The person who followed Ruan Qingzhu into the fifth courtyard was the dean of the North Style Academy and also Dubhe Peak's Academician, Xu Mai. At this moment, the first, second, third, and fourth courtyards were in an uproar. He watched from afar as the two apex big shots of the academy chased Lu Ping into the five academies as soon as he came back.

Dean?

Lu Ping looked at Xu Mai in a daze. This title made him think of Guo Youdao. But the person in front of him was obviously not Guo Youdao. This was the dean of the North Style Academy. Compared to the dean of the Zhenfeng College, there was a huge difference.

"You are Lu Ping," Xu Mai looked at Lu Ping and said while he was in a daze.

"Yes," Lu Ping nodded.

"This time, it was Qingzhu who caused trouble," Xu Mai said. In the North Style Academy, only Xu Mai could give Ruan Qingzhu the title of trouble and make her not angry.

"The inheritance of the North Style Academy's Divine Weapon has been passed down for a long time. It is one of the most important guarantees for our North Style Academy's past, present, and future strength. Strength is only one aspect of the inheritors of the Divine Weapon. The inheritor's temperament, character, and attitude towards the academy. They were all extremely important reference standards. There has never been a single inheritor of a Divine Weapon who only succeeded because of a whimsical decision, "Xu Mai continued, his expression solemn.

"Qingzhu." Xu Mai suddenly called out.

"Yes," Ruan Qingzhu, who was standing behind him, answered.

"Take off your robe," Xu Mai said.

Lu Ping was stunned. Huo Ying was shocked. Ruan Qingzhu's outer robe was the symbol of her identity as a member of the Alkaid Star. Now, Xu Mai actually wanted her to take it off?

"From today onwards, you are no longer Yao Guang Academy Fellow, Yao Guang Peak will be managed by your first disciple" Xu Mai said.

"Okay." Ruan Qingzhu, who had already taken off her academician robe, didn't seem surprised by this decision. With both hands, she held the Alkaid Academy robe that she had just taken off. After responding, he continued to remain silent.

Xu Mai's gaze turned back and landed on the Trumpet Camp that Lu Ping had just taken out for Huo Ying to admire.

Lu Ping sighed.

Even Ruan Qingzhu's academician identity had been taken away, how could he keep his identity as the Divine Weapon's inheritor? It seemed like this Trumpet Camp would also have to be taken back.

This Divine Weapon was surprisingly handy. Lu Ping really liked it, and at this moment, he was a little reluctant to part with it.

However, Lu Ping had his own principles. He was reasonable, and as long as it was reasonable, he would stick to it, even if it wasn't what he wanted.

Xu Mai said. Lu Ping felt that it was reasonable. Therefore, although he was reluctant to part with it, he still silently handed the Trumpet Camp back.

Xu Mai took the Trumpet Camp and smiled. Without seeing him do anything, the Trumpet Camp suddenly emitted light, and a ball of soul power surrounded his body. In the end, it seemed to turn into a talisman, and entered the Trumpet Camp.

"This matter, it's not your fault. Therefore, you can keep this Trumpet Camp for now. "Xu Mai stretched out his hand, and actually handed the Trumpet Camp back.

"Ah?" Lu Ping was surprised. Xu Mai explained the importance of the Divine Weapon's inheritance. It could be said that he had paved the way for taking back the Trumpet Camp. Lu Ping took the initiative to return the Trumpet Camp, and everything could be said to have gone smoothly. But now, he handed the Trumpet Camp back to Lu Ping.

Lu Ping took the Trumpet Camp. He didn't know what Xu Mai did to the Trumpet Camp just now. However, the feeling of holding it in his hand didn't change.

"Three years. Three years. Let's see if you are qualified to be the North Style Academy's inheritor. "Xu Mai said.

"Three years … … I have to stay in the North Style Academy?" Lu Ping was a little hesitant. The North Style Academy was a safe haven arranged by Guo Youdao. Lu Ping didn't plan to dedicate his life here. He originally planned to train here without any disturbance, and when he was strong enough, he would immediately look for Su Tang.

But who would have thought that the North Style Academy wasn't peaceful at all. After coming here for a month, he almost lost his life. If it wasn't because he wanted to go to the Dubhe Building to research the method to break the Soul Locking Spell, Lu Ping might have already left. He didn't have the same yearning towards the North Style Academy as an ordinary youth.

But now, the North Style Dean actually wanted him to stay here for three years to test him?

Lu Ping's unwillingness was written all over his face, but Xu Mai only smiled.

"That's not necessary." He said, "From the moment you entered the North Style Academy and obtained your Fated Stars on the Star Fate Chart, you are already connected to the academy. No matter where you go, the connection will not be broken."

He was talking to Lu Ping, but as soon as he spoke, a Soul Ripple came from behind the three closed doors of the five courtyards. It was a Soul Ripple. It was a Soul Ripple.

"Take care of yourself." Xu Mai gave Lu Ping these words, then left with Ruan Qingzhu.

He didn't hide his disapproval of Lu Ping's identity as an inheritor, nor did he cover up his beloved disciple's momentary willfulness. He didn't immediately take back the divine weapon that shouldn't have been given, but he didn't give it to Lu Ping without holding back either.

He had clearly said what needed to be said.

He did what he had to do in a dignified manner.

Lu Ping would return the Blowing Horn Camp. But he was a little unwilling, and a little unconvinced. The reason was just as Xu Mai said: Because the fault didn't lie with him.

Hence, the Blowing Horn Camp was still given to him, but it was limited to three years. Because the inheritance of the divine weapon was very important, it couldn't be casually given.

The reason was clear, Lu Ping was very convinced.

Dean Xu Mai came to the five courtyards. Hence, after the announcement of the inheritance, another dean's order was spread to all the courtyards.

Ruan Qingzhu was stripped of the Alkaid Light Academy's academician status. The affairs of the Alkaid Light Peak would be temporarily managed by her head disciple, Deng Wenjun.

Three incomparably shocking news came one after another. The entire North Style Academy was so shocked that they almost lost their strength.

Tian Xuan Peak. After sending off Qin Yue, Song Yuan summoned a few of his trusted disciples to discuss his funeral matters. This news brought an end to their discussion.

After the initial shock, Song Yuan sighed and said only one thing.

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