Chapter 65

The students from Xiafeng Academy who were about to leave the street turned around at the commotion behind them and were instantly startled by the scene.

The once quiet and deserted street had suddenly turned into a battlefield. Various techniques and skills, glowing with the power of the soul, flew recklessly through the street, accompanied by splashes of blood.

At this moment, the students from Xiafeng Academy, though they did not say it out loud, truly felt a bit defeated. As cultivators, they were really just lowly beings. The sudden fight on this street displayed various abilities that only those at the Soul Penetration realm could possibly use. And what about them? Those who could reach the sixth level of the Single Soul realm were already the most outstanding students.

"We... let's go..." someone said.

The tone was filled with sorrow. What they saw before them seemed like a different world. The students who were considered the pride of Xiafeng Academy were nothing on this street. No one would care how they left, and everyone was completely immersed in the daily average of three to four fights.

The street was bustling with the fight, but it did not hinder the continuous flow of people entering and exiting the two academies. Some came out, took a look, and then went back to their own business, while others joined in the excitement and participated. This was a struggle that had lasted for hundreds of years, with no complete victor. The two academies had long regarded this as a routine exchange, with no one stopping it, no one calling it off, and sometimes even the mentors would join in.

As for bleeding, injuries, and even severe wounds, they were inevitable in such a high-level battle. Not using lethal moves was the unwritten rule in the conflict, but accidents could happen in the chaos. If the responsible person could be found, they would usually be held accountable. However, every year, some students and even mentors from both academies would mysteriously disappear, never to be seen again. Both sides would suspect and accuse each other of secretly using lethal force, but no one had ever found any evidence. Over the centuries, countless unresolved accounts had accumulated.

Even the street and the high walls of the two academies had been reinforced countless times over the centuries due to this ongoing conflict. In Zhiling District, this street had become a legend, a legend that had grown and fought alongside the two academies.

"Senior Ning Shu has arrived!"

"Fang Wu!"

"Senior Qin Sang!"

As the battle escalated, influential students from both sides began to join the fray. Some boosted their side's morale, while others drew the enemy's hatred, causing various effects and emotions. The battle became increasingly complex and dangerous, but the two academies were evenly matched. There might be some local advantages, but overall, neither side could overwhelm the other. Any brief advantage would quickly tilt when the other side received reinforcements, and then the cycle would repeat.

"The Sunlight and Bipolar Academies truly live up to their reputations..."

Wei Ming, who had also come from Xiafeng District, watched the conflict with Wei Yang. His knowledge was far beyond that of the first and second-year students at Xiafeng Academy. He knew how vast the world was and how backward the level of the academies in Xiafeng District was. Sunlight and Bipolar were the leading academies on this continent.

Beside him, Wei Yang still wore a mask. He couldn't show his expression, but his eyes were filled with shock.

Compared to Wei Ming, his experience was much less. Being taken in by the city lord and trained as a cultivator, his journey was relatively short. Compared to those around him, especially the students from the two academies in Xiafeng District, his talent was unmatched. At his age, no one in the Xiafeng District academies had reached the Soul Penetration realm.

Everyone called him a genius, and he agreed. However, in the city lord's residence, he had heard many stories about the outside world.

But hearing was nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes. Right here, on this street in Zhiling City, there were young people, some even younger than him, who possessed realms that matched his. If he was considered a genius, then on this street, it was a group of geniuses fighting, fighting until they were bloodied and bruised.

Wei Ming, however, watched calmly.

The two of them would not intervene, but they had no intention of leaving.

The major exam at Xiafeng Academy was over, but their group from the city lord's residence had not come for the exam. Wei Zhongtian had passed the exam easily. Next, their focus was to participate in the Soul Selection Conference in Zhiling District, and before that, they needed to undergo considerable cultivation, especially Wei Ming and Wei Tianqi, who was still at the sixth level of the Air Soul realm.

The cultivation would take place at Bipolar Academy, but this was not due to any favor from Balili. He only had a slight acquaintance with Bipolar Academy. However, the Wei family of the city lord's residence had deeper ties with Bipolar Academy. Wei Tianqi and the others had come to seek out Tang Mu, who had once guided Wei Zhong's cultivation and was now the dean of Bipolar Academy, renowned in Zhiling District.

As the two watched the melee, a figure suddenly appeared beside them.

Wei Ming did not turn around and asked directly, "Has everything been arranged for the young city lord?"

"Yes," Wei Ying replied.

"The next 21 days of seclusion and cultivation will be up to the young city lord himself," Wei Ming said.

They were all aware that, as a cultivator, Wei Tianqi's talent was not particularly outstanding. However, as the son of the city lord, the cultivation resources he could access were far beyond what ordinary families could provide.

Various cultivation techniques, potions, and secrets to aid cultivation had been continuously serving Wei Tianqi since he began his cultivation. Using these methods, Wei Tianqi had forcefully reached the sixth level of the Air Soul realm by the third year, which was a top achievement at Xiafeng Academy.

However, in the academies of Zhiling District, this achievement was clearly not enough. But Wei Zhong had already made arrangements. Focused on efficiency, the cultivation path he had planned for his son from the beginning was the most efficient. Initially, it lagged behind the high standards in Zhiling District, but after reaching the sixth level of the Single Soul realm, a burst of progress could be expected. This cultivation needed to be guided and arranged by Tang Mu of Bipolar Academy, which was one of the main purposes of the Wei family's trip to Bipolar Academy.

"You're benefiting from the young city lord's arrangements," Wei Ming said to Wei Yang.

Wei Yang nodded. Even though he was using the leftover resources from Wei Tianqi, this was an invaluable opportunity for ordinary people, even for the guards of the city lord's residence. If it weren't for the fact that he was the same age as Wei Tianqi and the most compatible with the cultivation method tailored for Wei Tianqi, he, being one of the lowest-ranked among the twelve guards of the city lord's residence, would not have had this opportunity.

However, efficiency was the key. By him using the leftovers, the efficiency was the highest, so he had this opportunity. Starting from tomorrow, he would also begin a 21-day burst of cultivation, and he was looking forward to it.

Wei Ming and Wei Ying, who had no specific tasks for the time being, would not idle. The habits of the city lord's guards did not allow them to waste time. Every moment had to be utilized.

"Zhai Feng and the other four are said to have entered Sunlight Academy," Wei Ming continued.

"Many people have seen them," Wei Ying said.

"I will handle the matters related to the Soul Selection Conference, and you find an opportunity to investigate them," Wei Ming instructed.

"Yes," Wei Ying nodded.

Then, as the fight became even more intense, the three of them walked away without any lingering. The people from the city lord's residence would never waste time on spectating.

(Transition chapter, but the determination for various votes has not diminished!)

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