279: The Three Tests of Wandao Academy

“With his Aptitude, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to leave his mark, right? Thirty-three years old, Supreme Realm! Such an achievement is enough to shake the past and present, the second youngest Supreme in history!”

Another person chimed in, his voice filled with admiration for Chu Wujiu.

“Since we’re talking about the second, why not mention the first?”

A slightly mocking voice suddenly interjected, carrying a hint of sourness, “Li Qingluan of the Li Family, she entered the Supreme Realm before she was twenty-four, making her the youngest Supreme in history!”

“It’s a pity she was already specially recruited by the Academy; otherwise, we could have witnessed her unparalleled grace today.”

“Li Xuan of the Li Family is also extraordinary; I heard he just emerged from seclusion a few days ago and has also successfully achieved a Breakthrough to the Supreme Realm.” Someone sighed, “The Prodigies of this generation are truly dazzling.”

Among the crowd, Jiang Xuanli, the Princess of Central Continent, with a noble demeanor like a Nine Heavens Phoenix, quietly listened to these discussions. Her beautiful face remained unperturbed.

‘Chu Wujiu? Li Qingluan? Li Xuan?’ She silently recited their names in her heart, a barely perceptible ripple flashing across her eyes.

‘These people are indeed Prodigies, famous in their own right.’

‘But how can they compare to “him”?’

In Jiang Xuanli’s mind, a transcendent figure immediately appeared.

The one who restarted the ancient Tianren Realm, the youngest, most Prodigy, most daring, and most talented person—

Qin Wangchuan.

In her heart, these so-called successors of immortal traditions and imperial Family elites all paled in comparison to him.

‘Others have their reputations only because he has not yet entered the Supreme Realm.’

Jiang Xuanli firmly believed that the youngest Supreme in this world could only be Qin Wangchuan!

Just as the clamor reached its peak, a domineering and fierce Qi approached from afar, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Chu Wujiu descended directly from above, an invisible field seemingly surrounding him, causing the surrounding air to solidify slightly.

He surveyed his surroundings, a hint of subtle scrutiny in his sharp eyes, and the corner of his mouth curved into a playful arc: “It seems I arrived first.”

As soon as Chu Wujiu finished speaking, a voice suddenly chimed in from the side, with a hint of teasing laziness:

“That’s not necessarily true.”

Everyone turned to look, only to see a figure slowly emerging from the ripples in the surrounding space, as if he had been there all along.

It was Zhao Lingyun. He shook the almost transparent long talisman in his hand, a hint of triumph in his eyes: “Putting the definition of existence and non-existence into a talisman seems to work well.”

Immediately after, the other top Prodigies also arrived consecutively.

The one with the most imposing presence was undoubtedly the young man dressed in a feather-patterned Dao robe, who landed gracefully.

His feather fan “swished” open, revealing intricate feather patterns on its surface. It was Zhou Yunyi.

His mere appearance drew a burst of cheers.

His act of killing several alien creatures on the Immortal Path was still fresh in everyone’s minds.

However, Zhou Yunyi himself was not enthusiastic about such a spotlight, but his Family’s orders compelled him to come.

Subsequently, Yun Zexuan and Ye Lingchuan arrived side by side, their auras steady, clearly having conversed while traveling.

And Yan Wujin’s entrance was the most flamboyant.

“My Lord Yan Wujin has arrived!”

Accompanied by a high-pitched cry, a massive golden Phoenix, wreathed in golden flames, swooped down from the sky. Golden light swept across the earth, and surging heat waves seemed to ignite the air.

Yan Wujin, riding on the back of the golden Phoenix, had intended to show off.

However, due to the excessive flames, he inadvertently harmed innocent bystanders and was directly swatted down by an Elder of the Immortal Academy.

Chu Wujiu looked around, his gaze sweeping over everyone. Li Xuan and Ji Wuchen had also arrived, but one person was still missing.

He frowned, “Where is Wang Xuance?”

Yun Zexuan shrugged, “Who knows? Besides, he never said he would come.”

Everyone chatted for a while, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up.

However, at that moment, a scorching and domineering Qi pressed down from another side of the sky, directly opposing the Qi of Chu Wujiu’s Nine Hells Battle Body.

The newcomer was Xiang Haoran, a successor of the immortal Dao lineage, ‘Divine Void Dao Palace.’

He wore a black robe embroidered with crimson-gold flames, his face was handsome, and his deep eyes, like abysses, contained a scorching light capable of incinerating all things.

Xiang Haoran possessed extremely high Aptitude, having awakened the rare ‘Divine Void Flame Devouring Body.’ His strength was formidable, and he had formed an enmity with Chu Wujiu during a Secret Realm scramble.

The two had clashed multiple times, with victories and losses on both sides.

Xiang Haoran landed, his gaze directly locking onto Chu Wujiu. A mocking curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he snorted coldly:

“Chu Wujiu, you’re still the same.”

Chu Wujiu’s Battle Intent ignited instantly. Without a word, his right fist, wrapped in a mighty gust of wind, slammed out with immense force, like a roaring meteor, striking directly!

“Boom!”

The fist wind howled, and space trembled.

However, Xiang Haoran seemed to have anticipated it, his figure drifting sideways like a ghost, easily dodging the punch.

After he stood still, he patted away non-existent dust from his robe, his tone tinged with disdain:

“That’s why I said, you’re still the same.”

Chu Wujiu pointed at his head and cursed angrily: “All you do is dodge! If you have the guts, stand still and take a punch from me!”

Xiang Haoran returned a look as if he were looking at an idiot, sneering: “Stand still and let you hit me? Chu Wujiu, your provocation is too childish.”

He was about to speak again when a voice, laced with poisonous sweetness, suddenly cut through the crowd:

“Get out of the way! Don’t block this Young Miss’s path!”

The voice was clear, yet it carried undisguised arrogance.

Those who heard it couldn’t help but frown and turn their heads, wondering which Family’s person dared to be so presumptuous at Myriad Dao Academy.

Their gaze immediately froze.

They saw Qin Zhao’er walking out with unhurried steps, her gauze skirt swaying, her figure slender and perfectly proportioned.

Her face was indeed captivating—Phoenix brows and seductive eyes, lips naturally red without rouge, yet a persistent ferocity lingered between her brows.

Countless gazes fixated on her, a mix of admiration and greed.

As if sensing the overly disgusting gazes behind her.

Qin Zhao’er’s footsteps suddenly paused.

She didn’t even bother to turn around to confirm, but simply flicked her finger backward—a tiny silver gleam shot through the air, so fast it left only afterimages.

“Puff!”

The dull thud of a sharp object entering flesh, followed by a Cultivator’s heartbreaking scream.

The person stumbled to the ground, clutching his eye, and crimson blood immediately seeped through his fingers.

Only then did Qin Zhao’er slowly turn around, her gaze sweeping over the twitching body. A sweet yet malicious smile spread across her lips:

“A good-for-nothing who can’t control his eyeballs, better gouge them out and feed them to dogs.”

She tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over the silent, terrified crowd, and then suddenly smiled sweetly:

“Looking again? Next time, it won’t just be your eyes that are ruined—I’ll chop off that useless thing of yours too!”

The scene instantly fell into dead silence; everyone was intimidated by the sudden bloodshed and arrogance.

Yet, few dared to speak up.

After all, this was one of the Qin Family’s Dao children.

It was well known that offending one of the Qin Family’s Dao children meant offending all of them.

And among those Dao children, there was one named Qin Wudao.

At the thought of that person, no one dared to let their gaze linger on her anymore.

Just then, an ancient and majestic Qi descended.

Elder Liang of Myriad Dao Academy, dressed in a white and blue robe, slowly appeared on the high platform.

His gaze swept across the scene, pausing briefly on Qin Zhao’er, seemingly displeased with her actions, but ultimately he only gave her a quick glance and said nothing more.

He cleared his throat, his voice like a grand bell, resounding throughout the venue:

“Silence!”

As Elder Liang’s voice fell, he raised his hand and waved, teleporting everyone present into a special Small World.

“Myriad Dao Academy, entrance examination, now begins!”