Not only was there no side effect, but there was also a pleasant surprise.
Because of the fierce confrontation just now, the middle dantian in his chest had expanded several times.
Looking at the scale, he was about to break through to Rank Five.
The accumulation that was originally estimated to take ten days to complete was actually completed in just a few hours.
Today's cultivation time was too long. At this time, he heard the night watchman announce the time of the third watch, so Yan Li slept with his clothes on.
When he woke up the next day, it was almost seven in the morning.
He got up and moved his muscles and bones, but found no abnormalities. However, the middle dantian in his chest, which was empty last night, was surging like the tide and thunder today, making Yan Li feel ridiculous as if he had turned from a beggar to a rich man.
In the past, Yan Li's use of Primordial Qi could be said to be insanely frugal. Now that he suddenly had so much Primordial Qi, he was at a loss of what to do.
He got up and washed up, casually ate some breakfast in the lobby, and then rushed to the Academy.
Today was the first day of classes in the Academy. Hundreds of cultivators from all over the world gathered here from all directions.
Passing through the Martial Arts Practice Field, from afar, one could see the rising and falling eaves, hidden behind a white jade staircase that seemed to ascend to the heavens. Two rows of tall and straight white poplars were planted on the roadside. At this time of year, it was already a greenish-yellow color as far as the eye could see. The fallen leaves fluttered in the air, swirling and dancing like butterflies.
Yan Li was about to step on the first step when he heard a voice shouting, "Brother Yan, wait for me."
He stopped in his tracks and turned around to look. It was Zhao Qiping.
Zhao Qiping ran to him, panting, and said, "I got up late. I originally planned to come with Brother Yan, but I heard from Brother Xiao Er that you were already here, so I rushed over."
His tone was not as casual as yesterday, with a little bit of respect and flattery.
Yan Li's heart was like a mirror, and he faintly smiled, "Then let's go."
The two of them climbed the stairs together, and after walking more than ten steps, Zhao Qiping finally could not help but open his mouth, "Yu Muren did not cause trouble for Brother Yan yesterday, so he must be planning a more vicious method. Brother Yan, you must be careful."
Yan Li said, "You are so close to me, aren't you afraid that he will take revenge on you as well?"
Zhao Qiping smiled and said, "After all, I am a student of the Academy. If he dares to make a big fuss about it and the Emperor hears about it, I am afraid he will have to bear the consequences."
After a pause, he continued, "Although the Academy is the world of the nobles, as long as we, who have no roots, unite together, there is still a lot of hope."
He rolled his eyes and said in a bewitching tone, "In fact, based on your performance yesterday, I'm afraid that everyone in the Academy knows you now. I believe that if you take the lead, many people will come to you. In this way, your influence in the Academy will be greater and greater, and Yu Muren will have more scruples."
What a person who was unwilling to be left out.
Yan Li glanced at him thoughtfully and said noncommittally, "Do you know Tang Sanghua?"
Zhao Qiping was shocked for a moment and said, "She is the fourth most influential person in the Academy. It is said that she is very beautiful and is the object of many students' admiration. However, she is very powerful and ordinary people do not dare to get close to her. Do you know her, Brother Yan?"
Yan Li said, "I have only seen her."
After walking for a short while, they were about to reach the top. They saw a decorated archway standing at the end of the path. The words "Academy" were written on it from right to left.
The murderous aura of the two words made Yan Li stop in his tracks. He suddenly thought of something and turned his eyes. There were words on the left and right of the archway.
On the right, it was written: Kill 30 million people in Mount Guan.
On the left, it was written: Prolong the mountains and rivers for 500 years.
The majestic momentum was like tens of thousands of flying dragons leaping at the same time. It was as if there was a majestic figure in a dragon robe, holding a sword high and shouting for the soldiers to charge.
This was the long-cherished wish of Emperor Ji Fenglai, the Martial Emperor.
This decorated archway was built when Emperor Wu established the Academy.
Mount Guan was located in Rong City in Yuanzhou. The army of the empire set up a pass in Rong City to stop the invasion of the Desolate Man.
Zhao Qiping was born in a small village in Yuanzhou and knew the harm of alien races. At this moment, he could not help but feel his blood boiling and his eyes were even a little moist. "Kill 30 million people in Mount Guan and prolong the mountains and rivers for 500 years … We should follow in the footsteps of Emperor Wu and fulfill her long-cherished wish …"
Yan Li looked indifferent and walked through the archway.
His father had devoted his whole life to the empire, but what did he get in return?
Until today, the empire had not given the world an explanation. How many people still remembered the massacre of the Bai Residence?
Following the crowd, they walked to the outside of an empty square. There was a stone statue in the center. It was Emperor Wu again.
Hundreds of students stood sparsely in groups of three to five and were chatting enthusiastically.
Some people wanted to come over and talk to Yan Li, but seeing his ugly expression, they gave up the idea.
"Brother Yan, why did you leave without telling me …" Zhao Qiping caught up and complained.
Yan Li said coldly, "Do I need to report to you where I go?"
"Of, of course not …"
Zhao Qiping was shocked and did not know what he had done wrong. He hurriedly said, "I just suddenly disappeared, Brother Yan. I was worried that you would get lost …"
He coughed lightly and changed the topic. "This is the teaching building. The teachers of the Outer Yard gather here to set the curriculum. Later, they will come to assign us seats. It is not easy to teach with too many people."
"All of you, stand in line!" At this moment, a thunderous roar came from the teaching building.
More than ten people came out of the teaching building, led by an angry white-bearded old man. He was wearing a wide white robe embroidered with golden threads. His eyes were as sharp as a knife as he glanced at the whole audience.
As soon as he came out, the audience immediately fell silent.
Dozens of soldiers dressed in black rushed out from all directions, pushing and shoving the students into a neat square formation.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "I am Zhang Dashan. From now on, cultivate well and don't embarrass me."
After saying this, he walked away.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Behind the old man, a cold-looking man in his early forties walked out and said coldly, "I am Academy Supervisor Qu Youfeng. From now on, as long as you are a student of the Academy, you must obey my instructions. Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"
After saying this, he also walked away.
Zhao Qiping whispered in Yan Li's ear, "Zhang Dashan is the Mountain Chieftain of the Academy, ranked fourth on the Asura List. He has a bad temper, and when he gets angry, he even dares to talk back to His Majesty. Brother Yan, you must not provoke him … Qu Youfeng is the Mountain Chieftain's direct disciple, ranked tenth on the Asura List. It is said that not only is he skilled in swordsmanship, but he also created his own sword palm technique …"
At this time, another person came out. He was of medium height and had a cold expression. It was the teacher in charge of recording the students below the stage yesterday.
"I am Chang Shan." He glanced at the crowd, "From today onwards, until the Inner Yard Examination, I will be responsible for arranging your homework. You will learn what I tell you to learn and do what I tell you to do. If you dare to question me, you will be immediately expelled from the Academy!"
Zhao Qiping whispered in Yan Li's ear, "Brother Yan, this person is not easy to deal with. You made him lose face yesterday, and he will not let this go easily. You must be careful …"
Yan Li nodded slightly, accepting this favor.
Chang Shan saw that no one questioned him and was satisfied. He immediately shouted, "We will now begin to assign the seats. Yan Li, step forward!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Everyone's eyes focused on Yan Li. Yu Muren was at the front, and at this moment, he had a faint smile on his face. He looked at Yan Li as if he was looking at a dead man.
Yan Li acted as if he did not see him and slowly walked to the front.
Chang Shan said lightly, "I believe you all know that during the verification of your real name yesterday, Yan Li was designated as a Class Three Celestial Being by the Emperor. Therefore, he is listed as the number one in the Jia Courtyard. No one objects, right?"
The number one in the Jia Courtyard referred to the first student in the Jia Hall. It did not have any real meaning, but the number one was still somewhat special in people's hearts. Therefore, it had always been the person with the highest strength who took the position.
Chang Shan's words immediately pushed Yan Li to the teeth of the storm.
Real name did not equate to strength. A Class Seven or Human Rank-4 martial artist could kill hundreds of Class Three Celestial Being martial artists. Even the weakest among the top ten in the Academy was a Rank-4 martial artist.
"I object, I object …"
"I want to challenge you. If I win, will I be the number one in the Jia Courtyard?"
"If you win, you can covet the number one throne!"
The opposing voices were like a tidal wave, as if they wanted to drown Yan Li with their saliva.
Yan Li was indifferent. His eyes swept across the crowd and finally fixed on a few people in the front row. They had the strongest aura, and there were quite a few familiar faces. Tang Sanghua and Lian Hai Changjin were among them.
Tang Sanghua smiled at him and then winked at him, as if to say, "I have no objections."
Lian Hai Changjin also smiled at him, which was one of the few people in the crowd with good intentions.
Yan Li's gaze turned to Yu Muren, who was leisurely crossing his arms, looking like he was watching a good show.
He sighed softly as if he was muttering to himself, "Sigh, it's said that those who fight without the other party's consent will be executed by a thousand cuts … The Martial Emperor is truly an emperor throughout the ages. He actually made such a great law. It's as if it was tailor-made for me …"
His voice was not very loud, but it squeezed through the waves of noise and reached everyone's ears.
Everyone agreed with him. No matter how much they clamored, as long as Yan Li refused, no one could touch him. The noise gradually quieted down.
The corner of Yan Li's mouth curved up. "You may not know this, but there are two types of people in this world …"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he would definitely become the center of attention. Just like at this moment, everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted by his words.
He raised a finger. "The first type is the leader who is responsible for guiding the way."
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