I Have A Cultivation World

The representatives of the four Great Dao Academies fell silent.

No one dared to respond.

“Yiqing, I’ve heard that the enrollment situation at Dance Tool Dao Academy

hasn’t been ideal in the recent ten years.”

With no one fueling the conversation, the Red Robed Daoist continued, being an alumnus and currently a listed teacher at Dance Tool Dao Academy.

As his junior, Bian Yiqing could only respond with a bitter smile.

“Indeed, not only in the recent ten years, but if we go back to the past thirty years, the number of new students admitted to our Dance Tool Dao Academy has always been the lowest among the four academies.¹‘

“As a teacher of the academy, I am very concerned about this and have been pondering on how to improve the situation.

“Oh, what would be your wise suggestion?”

Playing along quite well, the Red Robed Daoist, satisfied, glanced at Bian

Yiqing and then pointed towards Chen Mobai and Yang Jing on the stage.

“In these two, if Yang Jing wins, her score would be sufficient to enter any of the four Great Dao Academies, do you think she would choose Dance Tool Dao

Academy?”

“She probably wouldn’t.”

Bian Yiqing frowned and shook his head.

The Dark Spirit Root is extremely rare and there are not many cultivation techniques suitable for it, but it just happens to be suited to cultivating one part of “The Six Discipline Sutra”, as well as a secret technique derived from “The Union of Differences”.

But if Yang Jing wins the championship and can freely choose which of the four

Great Dao Academies to enter, ninety percent would choose the Kunpeng

Daoist Institute.

“What if Chen Mobai wins?”

“Didn’t the Daoist already ask him before? He said his first choice is Jumang Daoist Academy, and the second is the Repairing Heaven Institute.

“But he can’t enter either of these two academies. Jumang already has a Heavenly Spiritual Root, and the Repairing Heaven values academic performance the most.”

“What advice does the Daoist have? I’m all ears.

The representatives of the Daoist Academy basically guessed the meaning of the Red Robed Daoist’s words, but no one dared to expose it. As a junior, Bian Yiqing could only respond with a bitter smile.

“Strength lies in numbers. Although the Four Great Dao Academies have profound foundations, the lowest number of new students over the past thirty years would not affect the overall situation of Dance Tool Dao Academy. However, if we could slightly lower the admission criteria and recruit promising students like Chen Mobai, we might even net a Real Path Seed capable of influencing the future state of the immortal door.”

The meaning of the Red Robed Daoist was clear. If Chen Mobai wins, the Dance Tool Dao Academy should lower the admission score slightly to accept this

Magic Duel winner.

“Is… the Daoist going to use his quota to admit him?

Bian Yiqing asked cautiously. If the Red Robed Daoist were to use this privilege, not only him, but even the dean of Dance Tool Dao Academy would have to agree.

“Not exactly, even though I believe that this kid will undoubtedly become an extraordinary figure in the future, I’m still somewhat reluctant to waste this quota on him.”

The Red Robed Daoist shook his head, Bian Yiqing understood his meaning.

He wanted to get Chen Mobai into Dance Tool Dao Academy while keeping his hands clean.

“I think the Daoist’s words make sense, but I’m afraid that if I set a precedent,

it might affect the other cave heavens and blessed lands.”

Bian Yiqing cautiously started.

The four Great Dao Academies have an unspoken agreement. Although the immortal door requires them to be open to all, they still strictly implement high-standard entrance examinations to ensure that all of the students that enter the four academies are exceptionally talented Dao seedlings.

If Bian Yiqing lowers the admission score for Dance Tool Dao Academy in Red Sandstone City, the students from the other cave heavens and blessed lands naturally could also demand their representatives to lower the threshold.

Such a consequence was what Bian Yiqing could not bear.

“Isn’t the immortal Gate requesting you four to lower the threshold this year, so that at least one student from each cave heaven and blessed land is admitted? You could completely push the blame onto the three major halls of the Immortal Gate.”

Bian Yiqing did not dare to accept the words of the Red Robed Daoist, not everyone dared to make the Immortal Gate take the blame.

“Let me ask for instructions.”

In the end, Bian Yiqing was persuaded by the Red Robed Daoist.

Originally, he had decided not to admit Chen Mobai even if he won the championship, but now for this matter, he immediately compiled the admission test situation of Red Sandstone City into a document on the spot and sent it to the current admissions director of Dance Tool Dao Academy.

“I also think that the Daoist’s words make sense. If Brother Bian feels troubled, why not leave this child to us at Kunpeng Daoist Institute?”

Just then, Lan Haitian, who had been listening all along, suddenly spoke. His words shocked everyone.

“You… what do you mean?”

The representative of Repairing Heaven Institute was a little slow to react, wasn’t it you who said it was a good excuse not to recruit a student?

“This kid and I have some destiny. Plus, his talent in Magic Duel is indeed outstanding. With some cultivation, he might become another me.

Lan Haitian’s words were of high praise.

He was hailed as the number one Foundation Establishment person in immortal Gate. Although his probability of achieving Core Formation might not be as high as Yan Qiongzhi, in terms of Magic Duel alone, he was undoubtedly the strongest.

If Chen Mobai could really display his invincible prowess in battle, it would indeed be an exception.

After all, although the Immortal Gate is peaceful, there were wars to open up territories every once in a while. The talented Magic Duelist was absolutely indispensable to protect the students of the academy.

“This…”

The representative of Repairing Heaven Institute hesitated.

Shang Qjng from Jumang Daoist Academy remained calm. She already had a Heavenly Spiritual Root and had no interest in Magic Duel talents.

“Oh, it’s finally starting.”

At this time, the representative of Pure Yang Academy broke the silence.

On the stage, after Chen Mobai and Yang Jing agreed to duel using only spells, the final Magic Duel began.

An Ice Breath spewed out.

Chen Mobai waved his long sleeve, a splash of clear water droplets flew out, then froze into ice needles that covered Yang Jing’s entire body like a shower of flowers, and like a horde of bullets.

Thud thud thud!

A clear sound of rain hitting banana leaves echoed, all the ice needles missed Yang Jing’s body by a hair’s breadth, outlining her figure on the stage behind her.

“Huh?”

Chen Mobai was surprised, he was certain that his Divine Sense had aimed accurately, this kind of human body outline situation should not have occurred.

At this moment, Yang Jing made her move too. Her right hand raised, a wisp of pitch-black smoke rose from her palm, turning into several small black knives, which shot towards Chen Mobai.

Splash!

The Water Elemental Shield reacted and blocked the four black knives.

But at this moment, Chen Mobai’s Divine Sense suddenly fluctuated, a vein emerged on his forehead, and his face changed slightly as he moved to the right.

“Swish!”

A black knife grazed his cheek, leaving a small wound from which blood seeped out.

This was the first time Chen Mobai had been injured since he participated in the Magic Duel.

“Is it an illusion? Or did you manipulate the light?

Touching the wound on his cheek, Chen Mobai recalled the situation just now, if it were not for his breakthrough in Divine Sense, he might have already lost. However, Yang Jing didn’t reply at all.

She smirked, her right hand clenched, and a puff of black smoke was produced from her palm. It condensed into a pitch-black long sword, nearly two meters long and two fingers wide.

In an instant, she seemed to stretch through half the stage and appeared right in front of Chen Mobai.

“So fast!”

When Chen Mobai noticed, the pitch-black long sword was already at his throat..