Chapter 14: Joining Zhenling Academy, Elder Lin

Zhou Lian suppressed his dissatisfaction, turned his head, and said: "Jiang Qin, you went too heavy on your hands! Jin Zhan might be your classmate in the future—were you trying to cripple him with that attack just now?!"

Jin Zhan was someone he had admitted into Modu Academy; if Jin Zhan got crippled before even reaching Modu Academy, he would also have to bear the responsibility.

At this, Jiang Qin scoffed: "Teacher, you've got me wrong there. Listening to classmate Jin's tone just now, I thought he was pretty impressive—who knew he couldn't even take one move from me. No real strength but still showing off—serves him right, doesn't it?"

Just because you're an admissions teacher, you think you're something?

When this guy was running his mouth earlier, you didn't step out; now you come forward to interrogate me. If I could beat you, I'd take you down along with him!

The Dijing Academy admissions teacher stepped forward, smiling and clapping her hands:

"Alright, Jin Zhan's words were indeed a bit excessive just now. Besides, isn't the person fine? Hurry up and continue the assessment. Surely Teacher Zhou, at your age, would still quarrel with a child?"

Zhou Lian's breath hitched—how could he not see that this woman wanted to rack up goodwill in front of Jiang Qin.

She really won't let any opportunity slip by!

Principal Wang also stepped forward, called two students to carry Jin Zhan to the school's medical room for treatment, and then the selection continued as usual.

The move Jiang Qin had just displayed could be said to have thoroughly pushed the atmosphere to its climax.

At the edge of the venue, some Third Middle School students shouted:

"Where's that guy who was bragging about how awesome Jin Zhan was just now? Why isn't he still yapping? What level does he think he is, daring to challenge our Jiang God? Got taken out in one move—what's there left to say?"

"I told you Jiang God didn't join the arena matches because he didn't want to bully the weak—you guys just wouldn't believe it!"

"That dog-barker from earlier seems to have been blasted out by you guys…"

"Really? Quick, get two people to drag him back in! I want to hear the dog bark!"

"…"

In the crowd, Li Yunyan looked at Jiang Qin and pressed her lips together.

This guy has gotten stronger again!

She had thought that breaking through to the Spirit Drawing Realm and learning a C-grade spear Wuji would let her close the gap with Jiang Qin by a step, but now it seemed the gap had actually grown wider.

He had just returned to his seat and sat back down when the Dijing admissions teacher, unable to wait, looked at Jiang Qin and laid out her terms.

"Student Jiang Qin, your talent and strength just now were plain for all of us to see."

"As long as you're willing to join Dijing Academy, on behalf of Dijing Academy I exempt you from the assessment and admit you directly. Moreover, once enrolled, the school will cover all your cultivation resources up to the Divine Image Realm Realm, and we can make an exception and grant you one chance to enter the Blood Pool."

The Blood Pool is the foundation of a first-class Academy; usually only students who have made significant contributions to the school are allowed to enter it.

To form a Blood Pool that strengthens the body, the most crucial material is the blood of a fifth-tier or above Fierce Beast, supplemented with various rare spiritual herbs and spiritual liquids—the cost is enormous! The effects it brings are also considerable; one soak in the Blood Pool is enough to equal several months of bitter cultivation.

This woman is really going all out!

Zhou Lian cursed inwardly, but could only follow suit and offer equally generous terms.

"Modu Academy can also promise all the above conditions. As long as Student Jiang is willing to join Modu Academy, our school can additionally throw in a third-tier Spirit Artifact or any one A-grade cultivation technique."

The two Academy teachers began arguing, as expected.

"Zhou, are you deliberately going against me?! Whatever I put out, you put out—are you a dog?"

"Heh, none of your business. In any case, my Modu Academy is flush with cash and the last thing we fear is competing on resources."

"I'll compete with your *! If you've got the guts, let's have a fight—the winner takes this student!"

"I'm not going to fight you, you shrew. I'm a cultured person; I don't stoop to brandishing swords and spears."

"…"

The surrounding students couldn't help smacking their lips, looking somewhat dumbfounded, but once they thought of Jiang Qin's talent, they felt it was understandable.

After all, it's SSS-Class Talent—rare even across the whole world.

This made the seed students waiting for their selection nearby a bit awkward; they could only stand there like wooden posts until Jiang Qin's affiliation was decided, and then begin their own assessment.

Jiang Qin paid no attention to the two Academy admissions teachers, and instead looked straight at the white-haired old man sitting in a corner drinking tea.

He took the initiative to speak: "May I ask what conditions Zhenling Academy is willing to offer?"

Although in his heart he leaned more toward Zhenling Academy, that was on the premise that the conditions were suitable. After all, the bigger the terms offered, the more it shows they value you. If they don't value you, Jiang Qin's skin isn't thick enough to go sticking himself there on his own.

Zhou Lian and that woman stopped arguing and looked over at the same time.

The white-haired old man hadn't expected Jiang Qin to suddenly pose a question, but he reacted quickly. A glint flashed through his eyes, and he stroked his beard with a smile:

"My Zhenling Academy is willing to offer one Blood Pool cultivation opportunity, and any one A-grade Wuji."

"As for resources, the Academy has its rules—students who want resources must complete missions to obtain them; no one is exempt. However, as long as you agree to enter my Zhenling Academy, I can personally give you a third-tier Spirit Artifact."

To be honest, these conditions couldn't compare to those of Dijing and Modu Academies.

But Jiang Qin didn't really care much about these resources to begin with. With his strength, as long as he did missions after enrolling, cultivation resources probably wouldn't be a problem.

He asked again, his gaze burning: "One more question—I heard Zhenling Academy can manage all Martial Artists, with the power to act first and report later. Is that true?"

This authority is nearly equivalent to that of the Zhenling Bureau.

The old man smiled and gave an affirmative answer.

"Correct. Once you enter Zhenling Academy, you are an Intern Investigator. As long as your actions are lawful and you don't abuse private power, even if you kill someone in public on the street, my Zhenling Academy will keep you safe!"

Receiving this satisfactory answer, Jiang Qin nodded.

"Good, then I'm willing to join Zhenling Academy."

"What!"

Zhou Lian's eyes went wide. This was an SSS-level seedling—if he went back and let the principal know the person had been snatched away by Zhenling Academy, he'd definitely get criticized.

"Choosing an Academy is a major decision. Student Jiang, perhaps you should reconsider…"

Before the words were finished, a powerful pressure descended upon Zhou Lian.

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes: "Little Zhou, this old man's ears are bad and I didn't hear clearly just now. What did you say?"

Zhou Lian's realm was at the peak of Dharma Image; even so, he was still pressed by the old man's pressure into not daring to speak, and could only shake his head with a bitter face, signaling that he had said nothing.

Zhenling Academy admits few geniuses, and its teachers are also pretty average.

But the powerhouses within its Academy are not few!

And the elder standing before them was one such person.

The old man smiled in satisfaction, raised his hand and waved, and Jiang Qin floated up from where he stood, arriving on the high platform.

A registration form slid out.

"Come, fill in your information. From now on, you are a student of my Zhenling Academy."

"This old man's surname is Lin, and he is the head of the Academy's Security Department."

Seeing this, Li Yunyan stepped forward from below, her gaze resolute as she said:

"Teacher, I also wish to join Zhenling Academy."

Lin Lao smiled even more broadly. Under the gloomy expressions of the two recruitment teachers from Modu and Dijing, he pulled Li Yunyan onto the stage as well and gave her a registration form.

"Hahaha, good child, you've made the right choice."

"Come, fill out the registration form."

As for why the two teachers beside him were gloomy?

The entire Tianyun Shi had only two prodigies in total, and both were snatched away by Zhenling Academy — yet they didn't dare say a word of complaint.

How could they not be gloomy!