Chapter 279 – Pure Yang Constitution (1/2)

At the same time, the academy would provide various rewards to the outstanding disciples, following the single principle of natural selection. The better you did, the more resources you received. If not, your progression would only become more and more difficult, and in the end, all you would be able to do was run errands for the academy.

Li Long called out excitedly on the ship, “Qingshan, over here!”

Li Qingshan failed to find who was spying on him in the end. He rubbed the back of his head and boarded the ship.

Unbeknownst to him, the leaders of the various schools all witnessed his behaviour.

“This kid’s senses sure are sharp. His cultivation isn’t bad either. He’s quite the talent in the intake this time,” said Liu Zhangqing in evaluation, shifting everyone’s attention onto the focus of the entrance examination. Perhaps there were talents among these children, but it would take a few months at the very least before they knew.

“It’s just a pity that old Wang has already got his hands on him.” The old man in coarse clothing with a long hat shook his head.

“The kid’s a troublemaker. I don’t even know which school he’ll pick.” While Wang Pushi did not particularly like Li Qingshan, he still felt glorified over the fact that the Hawkwolf Guard had produced a talent.

“I think there’s some destiny between this child and our buddha. May I ask if commander Wang is willing to part with him?” asked the old, bald monk.

“He’s a skill Body Practitioner, so compared to the school of Legalism, the school of the Military suits him better.” Before Wang Pushi could reply, the middle-aged man who sat beside him silently spoke up all of a sudden.

Even as he sat there, his posture was dead-straight. He placed both of his hands on his knees and he did not move at all, staring straight ahead. When he remained silent, he seemed just like a carved statue. Even in a relaxed state, he radiated with a steady sense of power. He was the leader of the school of the Military, the General of Riling Might, Han Anjun.

“One Thought, do they all have a destiny with your buddha as long as they have a bit of talent? Old Han, even your son didn’t contend with little Hua over him. If he really chooses the school of the Military, I’ll shut up immediately.”

“Buddha refers to the buddha in our minds, which is also the buddha within all life. He’s not destined with your buddha, he’s destined with “our” buddha. Namo Amitābha!” The One Thought monk stringed together a list of buddha names.

The Watermirror disc did not remain on Li Qingshan for long. It moved onto others. They focused on the young, talented people with relatively high cultivations in the entrance examination this time. They all discussed which school they should end up in.

The issue of the otherfolk, Mu Kui, led to quite a dispute. Even now, the conflict between otherfolk and humans had yet to stop. However, when Han Anjun nodded and said, “I’ll accept him.” there was nothing more that they could say.

Apart from them, the Watermirror disc checked on another dozen or two people. They were all the talents this time. Although Li Qingshan stood out among regular Qi Practitioners, he seemed to be nothing special when compared to them.

The Clear River prefecture that spanned fifteen hundred kilometers was equivalent to all of Jiangnan on the earth that Li Qingshan lived on previously. There was a population in the hundreds of millions, so there were countless people with talent and fortuitous encounters.

To be able to stand out among so many people, be depicted in the Watermirror disc, and be discussed by the leaders of the various schools, Li Qingshan could already be regarded as an extremely rare talent, but he was nowhere close to startling them with his talent. Out of everyone sitting in the room, had they not been geniuses themselves in the past?

Li Qingshan and Li Long leaned against the railing on the ship and discussed what happened after they had parted ways. Because what Li Qingshan went through was just too mysterious and startling, with far too many secrets to hide, Li Long was speaking most of the time with Li Qingshan listening.

As it turned out, Li Long was quite the talent among the Iron Fist school. Going from being a third-rate master to a second layer Qi Practitioner in under a year was already a very startling step. The Iron Fist school was already prepared to elevate him to protector.

An expansive wall of mist suddenly appeared on the surface of the water. It seemed extremely strange in the current weather, but Li Qingshan failed to sense any spiritual qi within it.

However, when the ship sailed through the mist, Li Qingshan felt like the world was spinning around him. He immediately understood that the wall of mist was part of a huge formation, except all of its spiritual qi and spiritual energy was withdrawn perfectly. Then he checked on Li Long, who failed to notice anything. He just looked around in confusion.

Suddenly, a huge, black shadow appeared in the mist, and it rapidly grew larger. It arrived right before them in the blink of an eye. It was a vicious, strange-looking fish, ten times the size of the ship. From so close, it basically seemed like a mountain. Its mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth that were the size of spears, and it lunged towards the ship.

There were a series of cries from the ship as various talismans and techniques flew out.

Li Qingshan shook his head. There was no murderous aura, no daemon qi, and no living aura. It was a fake.

The strange fish passed trhough the ship. Sure enough, it was an illusion. The talismans and techniques obviously failed to hit anything. However, the illusion was just too realistic, such that many people were pale-faced, still shaken by what they had gone through.

The male instructor clapped his hands with a smile. “Don’t be afraid, it’s just a joke. Though, if you move through this mist without permission, the joke might end up being real!”

The Watermirror disc obviously caught everyone’s expressions, leading to a series of laughter and a rough evaluation.

The cowardly were not necessarily despised, rejected from all schools. Being faint-hearted did not mean they could not make machines, practise divination, or practise medicine. Since they lacked the courage to fight and kill, then they should just stick with the work that suited them!

Of course, the cultivators that had completely paled in fright had already lost their right to be chosen in Han Anguo and Wang Pushi’s minds. The very core of these two schools were based on fighting and killing. They were not places for the cowardly.

By now, the mist began to disperse as the radiant sunlight landed on the nose of the ship again. The ship inched into the domain of light.