The much-loved Young Master Xie, who came from a prominent family in the Southern Jin Dynasty, suddenly remembered the two lessons he had received in the old library and study. One is Princess Tang's, and the other is Ning Que's.

He turned his head to look at his classmates at the academy. He wanted to see Ning Que, but he was disappointed that he didn't.

After a moment of silence, he remembered his twenty years of study and hard cultivation, and a stubborn and relieved look appeared on his face. He stood up, took a deep breath, looked at his classmates and said, "This is our academy, are we going to be the last to ascend?"

Wang Ying's young face showed a happy smile. He clasped his hands together and said, "Brother Xie, I'll go with you."

The students of the academy became excited and began to cheer as they saw off the six students of the Magic Skills Course who were about to go up the mountain together.

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The hustle and bustle within the academy students attracted only a few curious glances. The envoys gathered under the Xishan Shrine and the Yan Kingdom umbrella didn't bother to look. Their gaze, as well as that of many others under the umbrella, was fixed on Prince Ryukei, who looked calm and beautiful, like a cherry blossom in winter.

Rumors have spread about the events at the House of Victory. Many people have heard how Prince Longqing, who has a lot of power in the Judicial Department of the Temple, lost to an ordinary student of the Academy. However, anyone who really knows what's going on knows that it's a trifle related to words and alcohol. This will not affect Prince Longqing's status in their hearts. As long as he is never truly defeated, he remains the perfect god in their eyes.

Since the announcement, several young cultivators had already walked towards the back of the academy. However, Prince Long Qing remained silent, looking intently at the air in front of him.

"Long Qing, when have you been so influenced by the common people?"

The corners of Prince Longqing's mouth twitched, and he muttered something in his heart. He turned his emotionless gaze to a young man in the corner of the crowd and slowly stood up.

It's a simple action, but it excites those around him. The conversation around him grew louder and louder.

"Prince Longqing is going up the mountain!"

"Will he be the one to reach the highest point?"

"Of course! He is one of the strongest in the clairvoyant state. I'm sure he'll be at the top!

"He's already the boss of the Divine Temple's Justice Department, and he has to take the exam when he enters the second floor. The academy's committee really thinks too highly of itself. Can't they just give him a place?

"I suspect that the Academy and the Tang Empire will use this opportunity to shake the Xishan Divine Palace."

"With so many eyes watching, do they dare to try anything?"

"The dean of the academy accepts disciples, why are they trying something?! Some people are really stupid!

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Prince Longqing heard every word of conversation around him, but nothing appeared on his face, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Under the countless gazes, he raised his right hand, patted the middle of his forehead lightly, and then looked at the sun in the sky. The sincerity and kindness on his face calmed down, and he walked towards the back of the academy.

"I don't like the way you're trying to get attention. Everyone knows that you are strong and almost invincible. They want to see how you're going to do it. But when everyone gets impatient, you're waiting for the end. You have to stand up, walk there slowly, shake off the dust off your sleeves, pull up your pants and pose with your sword. Do you think you went to the bathroom?

Chu Youxian appeared beside Ning Que and gave him a shock. Ning Que, who was tickled by his sarcasm, shook his head with a smile, "This is too sour." It's too sour.

"Thank you." Chu Youxian looked at him with a happy smile, "I didn't enter the Victory Mansion a few days ago, but I heard about what happened. That's real sourness. I'm just straight to the point.

"Not much difference." Ning Que said with a smile.

Chu Youxian looked at the disappearing backs of his classmates and Prince Longqing before he sighed, "It's a pity that in today's situation, you can't humiliate the crown prince anymore...... Our classmates are indeed narrow-minded. You have done a lot for the reputation of the academy in front of the people of Xishan and Yan Kingdom, but Zhong Dajun is still talking nonsense. I think they're asking for it.

"It takes a kind of courage to go up the mountain with Prince Longqing." Ning Que looked at the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain.

The weather today is great, the air is exceptionally clean and the sky is blue. One can clearly discern the path in front of him. The path on the big hill behind the college can be clearly seen.

Those who remained in the academy could see people walking on the mountain roads on the horizon. The young monk was in front, and behind him, there were more people walking on the stone pavement. Xie Chengyun and the other six students of the magic course were in the middle, followed by Prince Long Qing.

Although the mountain path was treacherous, there were no real obstacles for these young cultivators. This exam may seem simple to many, but in reality, it is not simple to find a disciple of the dean of the academy. Therefore, the road up the mountain is not easy.

The young cultivator finally slowed down and reached the steep mountain path. To those who watched, it was as if they were carrying an extremely heavy stone on their backs. Every step they take is painful and toiling. It looks as if they are fighting the whole world.

The young monk from the kingdom of Yuelun seemed to have an easier time. Only one person seemed unaffected by the steep mountain trail. He walked as if on flat ground, surpassing the others. With his sleeves slightly pulled back, he didn't look like he was taking part in a tough challenge, but rather enjoying the scenery.

That's Prince Longqing.

The road ahead of them is dangerous. Every step they take, every wave of their arms, seems to require every effort on their part. The young people walking on the mountain path behind the academy are like puppets controlled by ropes. Although they couldn't see their expressions clearly, the people in the academy could clearly feel the pressure and pressure on them.

The selection test on the second floor was simple and amazing. Young cultivators from all over the world, stepping on steep mountain paths, will become like clumsy puppets. The scene in front of me was shocking. No one can guess what is happening, except for those who are currently in the mountains. Even an official like Morley, who had been cultivating for many years, had never experienced such a situation and did not dare to guess.

However, all believed that the academy would not let these young people be harmed. Most people get bored after watching it for a long time. Glancing at the people standing in the courtyard of the academy, it seemed that no one was going to give it a try. The bigwigs in the envoy circle gradually relaxed and began to talk to each other.

The academy provided some snacks, and the bigwigs brought their maids. It didn't take long for tea and food to be set on the table and the conversation began.

The topics of conversation among the envoys revolved around the Prince, Princess Li Yu, and Father Morley of the Academy of Revelation. These countries, represented by the envoys, have always been docile and obedient to the two superpowers, the Tang Dynasty and the Xishan Shrine. They never thought about which side they wanted to obey because they were both duplicitous.

In addition to managing their country's relationship with the Tang Kingdom and the Xishan Divine Kingdom, there was another important reason why they came to the academy. These envoys wanted to see if there were any young talents in their country, and whether they were lucky enough to enter the second floor. Then they will try to contact them. Even if no one could get in, they would still notice any young cultivation geniuses in the imperial court.

The envoy of the Great River Kingdom was talking excitedly with a deacon from the Western Mountain Divine Kingdom. He stood up abruptly and looked at an approaching mud dragon, laughter and conversation filled with mocking humility and flattery. His expression changed, and he pointed to the place in a trembling voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

The mud dragon is actually four college deacons carrying stretchers. Their fast pace causes the grass underneath their boots to tear and the yellow dirt to kick up, creating a cascade of dust particles. The four people carrying the stretcher had already quickly reached the flat plain from the mountains. They weren't out of breath and looked very comfortable. Obviously, they do this often.

The emissary of the Great River Kingdom watched this scene in disbelief. On the stretcher lay an unconscious young cultivator. He sighed, wondering why the first person to be defeated in today's entrance exam had to be a subject from his land.

However, the real reason for his low spirit was that he didn't know how the cultivator was defeated. He angrily asked next to the stretcher, "Why did he go up the mountain and faint?"

The deacon beside him replied with a blank face, "Fainting is common in the academy. Going upstairs can cause a person to vomit blood, let alone go up a hill.

"Get out of the way." The deacon said impolitely to the envoy. He lifted the stretcher and continued to run towards the academy, leaving behind a string of mud dragons and inaudible complaints.