Chapter 823

Wei Yuan had to admit that the power of inherent preconceptions and prejudices is extremely powerful. Even after three days since the selection conference, Wei Yuan looked at the freshly baked Dean of the Academy of Sciences and always felt it was not real.

In contrast, Chuhe the old Daoist is from an agricultural and animal husbandry background, and raising spirit pets is a professional skill. Moreover, under the old Daoist's own handling, field opening and animal husbandry are developing rapidly. People in Qingming can eat meat, and the old Daoist has made great contributions. Wei Yuan's millions of human-luck Qing Qi, speaking of it, also has half of the old Daoist's credit.

Therefore, seeing that the old Daoist's spirit pet path could make the immortal chicken stand for him, everyone extinguished the heart of competition.

After all, the old Daoist relied on professional skills to uprightly overwhelm everyone. In the default rules, fighting and cultivation can only be ranked second, and it will only be enabled when professional skills are indistinguishable. So although the old Daoist's dean position was a bit unexpected, it could also convince the public.

But Feng Tingyu...

Wei Yuan looked at the carefree Feng Tingyu in front of him and really didn't know what to say. He admitted that Feng Tingyu snatched the dean's position uprightly, and even Ji Liuli's Linglong True Meaning was defeated.

But if it were other positions, it would be fine, but this is the Dean of the Qingming Academy of Sciences, and as a result, a disciple of the Bright King Hall became it?

Seeing Wei Yuan's worried but silent face, Feng Tingyu seemed to understand something, came to Wei Yuan, patted her left buttock, and said: "One thousand and twenty-four."

Then the right buttock: "One thousand and twenty-four."

This would be fine, but she lifted her chest again and said the same: "One thousand and twenty-four..."

Wei Yuan felt a bit dizzy, after all, she only lifted half of it.

In this way, Wei Yuan finally knew Feng Tingyu's unfathomable depth.

Perhaps the only one who can compete with Feng Tingyu is Zhang Sheng, who has cultivated five hundred Sword-Holding Immortals. Now it depends on how many tasks a Sword-Holding Immortal can handle on average. Less than eight is a certain defeat, and more than eight has a chance of winning.

Wei Yuan was also speechless, and then suddenly discovered one thing: he had been working hard day and night for the past two years to calculate the Cave Heaven track, his computing power soared fourfold, and he felt that he had become very smart and had few rivals in the world, but as a result, he was not as good as Feng Tingyu's butt?

Feng Tingyu seemed to know what Wei Yuan was thinking, turned sideways, leaned forward, bent down, and then said: "Is it very angry? Do you want to beat it?"

Wei Yuan walked out of the residence and bumped into a mountain of meat, and was bounced back into the courtyard.

This mountain was not high but was extremely hard, indestructible, and heavy to the extreme, faintly pulling everything around it to deform, which was the true body of the Hall Master of the Bright King.

Wei Yuan was startled and hurriedly saluted, not understanding why the Hall Master of the Bright King suddenly came back.

"Go in and talk." The Hall Master of the Bright King was serious.

Wei Yuan let him into the main hall, sat in the lower seat himself, and asked for his intention.

The Hall Master of the Bright King said slowly: "I heard people say that Feng Tingyu was just elected Dean of the Academy of Sciences, which is a great thing. But some people are unconvinced and secretly slandered, saying that my Bright King Hall disciple is not worthy of this position. Is there such a thing?!"

Wei Yuan was somewhat guilty, and he couldn't beat this person in front of him, the kind that had no chance at all. Wei Yuan bit the bullet and said: "There is such a thing? The disciple also doesn't know, but please rest assured, ancestor, the disciple will check it immediately, and must catch all those who chew their tongues behind their backs!"

The Hall Master of the Bright King stared at Wei Yuan for a long time and said: "How did I hear that one of these people is you?"

Wei Yuan's face was righteous: "It must be a rumor! The disciple has never said similar words to anyone!"

Wei Yuan was quite confident about this point. He just thought about it in his heart and didn't say it to anyone.

Publicly, Feng Tingyu is a position fought uprightly according to the rules. Privately, he has a special relationship with Feng Tingyu. Even if Feng Tingyu really made a mess, Wei Yuan would have to take the responsibility without hesitation and couldn't hurt Feng Tingyu.

The Hall Master of the Bright King was very satisfied with Wei Yuan's attitude and said: "I was originally going to return to the Northern Mountain Gate, but I don't know how I arrived here. I heard that Feng Tingyu became that what, what..."

"Academy of Sciences."

"Ah yes yes, Dean of the Academy of Sciences, that's it. Originally this is a good thing, but I also heard that someone dared to slander my Bright King Hall disciple in secret. So daring, do you think I won't kill?!"

Wei Yuan hurriedly appeased the Hall Master of the Bright King's emotions and said: "The disciple will check immediately."

The Hall Master of the Bright King said: "No need to be so troublesome, you transfer the control of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Array to me, and I will be fine in three breaths."

Wei Yuan handed over the control, and saw countless light spots suddenly light up around the Hall Master of the Bright King. The number was thousands, and each light spot was an image fragment intercepted by the array. The Hall Master of the Bright King looked through all the images in the breath, and then changed a batch, and then changed a batch. In three breaths, he changed five batches of images, totaling more than 30,000 segments.

Wei Yuan was also shocked and amazed. At this point, Wei Yuan finally understood what is great wisdom looks like stupidity.

But among the tens of thousands of image segments, the Hall Master of the Bright King found only seven or eight segments slandering Feng Tingyu. Most of the conversations were between two Taichu Palace disciples. After all, outside the Taichu Palace, few people knew what the Bright King Hall disciples were doing.

And among the images about Feng Tingyu, there were actually tens of thousands of segments of praise and worship, and some people secretly painted portraits of Feng Tingyu. Because the painting was vivid, it was bought by many people at a high price. So many literati who claimed to have good painting skills saw business opportunities and raised their brushes one after another to paint portraits of Feng Tingyu, with different divine postures, and the sales were all great.

It has to be said that Feng Tingyu was born extremely beautiful, and her figure was extremely prominent. Everyone was amazed as a heavenly person at first sight. Hearing that her dean position was fought out from countless powerful people in public, they admired her even more.

Wei Yuan's expression became more and more strange as he watched. Isn't this the rhythm of getting great Qi luck? And from the images intercepted by the Hall Master of the Bright King, Feng Tingyu was clearly extremely loved, her popularity soared, and she couldn't be stopped even if she wanted to.

Wei Yuan finally understood the power of publicity.

Feng Tingyu won the dean's position under the eyes of everyone, and all topics such as whether it was suitable or whether she could be competent dissipated on their own. It was only circulating in the small circle of Taichu Palace disciples who thought they knew the inside story, but it was neither on the table nor could it set off any waves. It turns out that as long as everything is placed in the sunshine, convincing the public is so simple.

This result also surprised the Hall Master of the Bright King, but his face couldn't be controlled and had already blossomed with joy. So he patted Wei Yuan's shoulder hard and said: "Forget it, forget it, a few Taichu Palace juniors chewing their tongues, just let them go! This arrogance and prejudice in people's hearts are stubborn and cannot be shaken at all, so don't waste effort. Just like the old thief Chunqiu, he refuses to admit that he is actually not as smart as me..."

"Who said I'm not as smart as you?!" Xuanyue's voice was clearly full of anger.

Wei Yuan hurriedly saluted and said: "Ancestor, why did you come too?"

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue said: "The great war is imminent, and the immortal on the opposite side may take action at any time. We often come to you to walk around, and his calculations may fall on us. I and Old Ming are hard-headed, even if the immortal's calculations fall on us, the backlash is more than the damage to us. Let him suffer a few times, and he will be honest..."

The Hall Master of the Bright King said angrily: "My surname is Xu, not Old Ming!"

"You are the Hall Master of the Bright King, and you are older than me, so naturally I should call you Old Ming."

Seeing that the two True Persons were about to take action, suddenly the Hall Master of the Bright King trembled all over, groaned, his eyes suddenly turned blood red, and two blood lines flowed down from his eyes.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue said nothing, hit him, actually knocking the Hall Master of the Bright King away from the spot, and stood there himself.

Then Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue also groaned, his left arm hanging softly, unable to move. His sleeve disappeared, and one arm was covered in blood, and the flesh and blood were actually missing more than half, revealing the arm bone shining with green luster.

Wei Yuan was shocked and was about to step forward, but was gently pushed away by the Hall Master of the Bright King, shouting: "The back move is not over, don't get close!"

At this moment, in the distant City of Moon, Huiye withdrew her left hand, her index and middle fingertips were covered in blood, and her long nails had disappeared. She stared at her fingertips, which couldn't stop bleeding, and said softly: "Actually someone replaced the tribulation, this is a bit difficult to handle."

After a stalemate for a while, the Hall Master of the Bright King sensed that the terrifying pressure had disappeared, so he breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed a handful of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's arm, and then sprayed a mouthful of blood on it.

The blood sprayed by the Hall Master of the Bright King automatically shifted, found its position, and then stabilized, and then directly transformed into Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's flesh and blood! In this way, the healing speed increased dozens of times, but the Hall Master of the Bright King's breath also weakened significantly.

After dealing with Xuanyue's injury, the Hall Master of the Bright King said angrily: "I could definitely carry the second blow, your Dharma body is like paper, why run over to join the fun!"

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue coughed repeatedly and said: "With me here, I can't watch the same sect take two blows in a row. Although it is reasonable for you to take a few more blows."

Only then did Wei Yuan have room to speak, and hurriedly came over to check Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's injury. Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue waved his hand impatiently, driving Wei Yuan away, saying: "A little injury is nothing..."

The Hall Master of the Bright King sneered: "A little injury? Without that mouthful of blood of mine, you would have to recuperate for at least ten years."

Xuanyue was a bit embarrassed, didn't take this, but said to Wei Yuan: "Are there any new immortal robes?"

"Ancestor, please wait." Wei Yuan turned to the bedroom, then brought back seven immortal robes and offered them together.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was very proud, laughed and accepted them, then said to the Hall Master of the Bright King: "Look at my grand-disciple, then look at yours!"

The Hall Master of the Bright King snorted and said nothing.

After winning the argument, Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue didn't go too far, and said to Wei Yuan: "The other side is indeed a Heavenly Shaman, it seems that Old Ming and my premonition were not wrong. But he took action across the air, the price is huge, and you have an immortal dog head sitting in this Qingming, the backlash is even more serious. So don't look at our two serious injuries, the Heavenly Shaman must be more miserable than us, this time a big loss."

The Hall Master of the Bright King also said: "Yan Shi asked me to tell you, competing with immortals is unusual, don't forget fishing."

Wei Yuan nodded and agreed. It seems that the role of Qi luck fishing is far greater than he expected.

"In the next few days, I and Old Ming will tell you about the daily life of immortals. Since the opposite side has taken action, you also need to know more, know yourself and know the enemy." Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue said.

After talking about the business, Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's face sank, and he said coldly: "There are thirty-six academicians in the three academies, why is there not a single academician in my Tianqing Hall? Is someone targeting?"

Wei Yuan didn't dare to answer, he couldn't say that one didn't participate, and the other couldn't be selected.

(End of chapter)