I Have A Cultivation World

Gu Mingxuan clearly saw a series of photos featuring a handsome, young teenage boy and Meng Huang sitting together, talking intimately. Particularly catching was the shot where the boy tenderly put a sun hat on the latter. His face radiated affection while the young girl looked astonished — the shot was brilliantly vivid and expressive.

“Why is he everywhere?”

Gu Mingxuan recognized Chen Mobai at once.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wanyu, who was standing to the side, glanced at the series of photos. Her expression subtly stiffened, but she began to explain for Chen Mobai.

“Meng Huang is also from Dance Tool Dao Academy. As it seems she was specially admitted last year. In fact, she’s technically Chen Mobai’s senior. It’s only reasonable that being from the same college, they went to Crimson Mountain together.”

Even as Wanyu spoke, there was a flash of regret in her beautiful eyes.

Truly, only a favored daughter of heaven would be compatible with a favored son like Chen Mobai.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Chen Mobai and Meng Huang had already boarded the bus provided by the academy for student transportation.

“Let’s get to know each other, I’m Ma Xiaoming.”

Another Dance Tool Dao Academy student on the bus with them suddenly paused his Rubik’s Cube, turned his head towards Chen Mobai, and reached out his hand.

“Chen Mobai.”

“I come from Huayang Dongtian, and you?”

“Red Sandstone City.”

“Oh, you’re from a blessed land. You must be one of the lucky ones who got in during the expanded recruitment this year. Too bad, I thought you were an elite.”

To everyone’s surprise, upon hearing just a few words from Chen Mobai, Ma Xiaoming lost interest.

After knowing Chen Mobai was from a Blessed Land, he turned his head back and continued to play with the Rubik’s Cube in his hand.

Chen Mobai was somewhat bewildered.

Was regional discrimination so severe among the inhabitants of the 36 Dongtian?

“Those students who got into the academy through their genuine abilities generally look down on us, who are assumed to have got in through backdoor channels.”

A pleasant voice sounded off in his ear as a sun hat was handed over by a fair hand.

“But I also officially passed the examination.”

Chen Mobai accepted the hat handed over by Meng Huang and put it in his bag, stating so with a bit of dissatisfaction.

“Due to the pressure from the Immortal Sects, the four Great Dao Academies expanded their recruitment quota this year. All the freshmen admitted from the 72 Blessed Lands are generally regarded as the same as me — considered to have got in through special means.”

The words of Meng Huang confused Chen Mobai somewhat.

“So, you, a great star in Dance Tool Dao Academy, are also discriminated against?”

“Just to clarify, it’s not discrimination. We just feel that you are entering the academy too easily, which seems enormously unfair to us who have studied hard for ten years only to scrape by.”

Ma Xiaoming’s words came from the front seat.

“He’s a second-year student from Dance Tool Dao Academy and a talent who stood out from Huayang Dongtian — the region with the largest number of students and the fiercest competition.”

Meng Huang softly turned her head towards Chen Mobai’s ear and quietly introduced Ma Xiaoming’s background.

“Huayang Dongtian? Isn’t that under the domain of Kunpeng Daoist Institute? If he is so talented, why didn’t he go there? It’s even close to his home.”

Hearing this, Chen Mobai asked, slightly scratching his head in confusion.

Crack.

Ma Xiaoming suddenly trembled, crushing the Rubik’s Cube in his hand.

“Hee hee.”

Meng Huang laughed happily but quickly put her hand over her mouth, trying to repress her mirth though failing to completely hide the smile at the comers of her mouth.

“Hmph, I lost to a competitor who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of 18. So, I could only come to Dance Tool Dao Academy.”

The words coming from Ma Xiaoming made Chen Mobai gasp for breath.

“Foundation Establishment at the age of 18? Where is this monster from?” “Approximately every few years, a monster like this appears. Among the freshmen admitted to the academy this year, there seems to be such a monster.”

Meng Huang bit her lip and softly spoke to Chen Mobai.

“Are there many?”

“Well, I guess not.”

Meng Huang was uncertain, hesitating as she shook her head.

“No, there seems to be quite many of these anomalies this year, so many that each academy can have one.”

The ahead Ma Xiaoming turned his head and gazed at Chen Mobai with a sympathetic look.

“The quality of the freshmen in Dance Tool Dao Academy this year is really polarized. You might become a counter example, compared with the genius who established his foundation at eighteen and remembered by the whole school.”

“It shouldn’t be, aren’t there any other freshmen recruited by the seventy-two blessed lands?”

Chen Mobai felt Ma Xiaoming was targeting him. Could it be because of Meng Huang’s affection towards him?

But it shouldn’t be, since he got on the car, Ma Xiaoming had barely looked at Meng Huang, even to the point of mocking her being enrolled based on special consideration.

“It’s not that, I just checked the information on this year’s freshmen. Your score is the lowest, so low that you should not have been admitted.”

Ma Xiaoming pulled out his mobile phone and looked at Chen Mobai with some confusion. He fails to understand what’s so special about him that the academy would lower the overall admission score.

“I was lucky. The entrance exam happened to be what I’m good at.”

Regarding his low score, Chen Mobai admitted.

After all, there was indeed a gap between him and the real geniuses, so he handled it humbly.

“I hope I won’t see you next year.”

At this moment, the car already arrived at the main entrance of Dance Tool Dao Academy.

After Chen Mobai got out of the car, he looked up to see the golden sign of the academy.

They were at the foot of the mountain where a long stairway reaching the top connected the upper and lower parts. The middle was filled with enumerable mountain fog, and each stone platform projected out vaguely, with buildings standing on them.

Ma Xiaoming had already gone up the mountain, disappearing into the fog.

“Go, the dormitory for freshmen is at the foot of the mountain. You can see it after walking up just a few dozens of stairs.”

Meng Huang waved at Chen Mobai, picked up her luggage, and headed in another direction.

“Hey, aren’t you going to the academy?”

“I don’t get along well with my dormitory peers, so I rented a place outside.”

Meng Huang said with a smile. She turned her back, leaving a delicate figure, slowly fading away.

After watching her departure, Chen Mobai suddenly realized, patting his forehead.

He forgot to ask for her contact info!

Nevermind, they’re in the same academy and she’s so famous. There will definitely be opportunities to meet again.

With that thought, Chen Mobai started to ascend Crimson Mountain.

The moment his foot landed on the stair, he could feel a mild spiritual power gushing in. With each step, it got hotter.

In his Dantian Qi Sea, the spiritual power vortex of Pure Yang Scroll suddenly began to rotate on its own, absorbing and refining this gentle spiritual power.

After just ten steps, he even felt like he was about to break through.

Is this the rank-5 spiritual land of Crimson Mountain!

Before coming to Chen Mobai, he naturally looked up a lot of information about Dance Tool Dao Academy.

The rank-5 spirit vein of Crimson Mountain mainly contains gold, earth and fire attributes of spiritual energy. Therefore, students with outstanding spiritual root talent in water and wood attributes might not choose to come here even if they get into Dance Tool Dao Academy.

However, Chen Mobai’s Pure Yang Scroll found this place to be the best cultivation holy land.

This stairway seemed to be a magic artifact itself. After sensing the pure yang spiritual power in his body, it filtered out the gold and earth spiritual energy, providing the purest fire spiritual energy for Chen Mobai to absorb.

Just because of this rank-5 spiritual land, even if he has to stick around, he’s going to stick around here for ten years!

Chen Mobai made up his mind!