Back then, Xin Lin was called talented, but without a Spirit Root, what kind of talent is that?
Winning first place in the Zixiao Palace Exam, so what? These days, having a good family background and a good father is everything.
"Without it, I can still knock your teeth out. Want to give it a try?"
A sinister smile spread across Xin Lin’s small face as she waved her fist at Jin Chen and Chu Miaoyun.
Both their faces changed.
"Just wait and see, one day we will take care of you!"
Jin Chen and Chu Miaoyun glared fiercely at Xin Lin.
The two of them were peculiar; although Xin Lin didn’t have a Dark Spirit Root, what about her nimble movents and strength?
Jin Chen, for instance, had been solidly thrashed by Xin Lin before.
Could it be that she has Innate Divine Strength?
But even if she has Innate Divine Strength, what does it matter? Once their cultivation advances, especially after breaking through to the Xuan Transformation Realm and physically strengthening, her Innate Divine Strength will beco useless.
In the midst of their conversation, Murong Ziyue and Little Xinzhuo returned from seeing their class assignnts, both with a hint of disappointnt on their faces.
"I’m in the Tianshu Class."
"I’m in the Yuheng Class."
Murong Ziyue and Little Xinzhuo were respectively assigned to the Martial Arts Academy and the Spirit Institute.
"I’m in the Shaking Light Class. It’s a pity we are not all in the sa class. Ah Zhuo, be careful, you’re in the sa class as that woman, Chu Miaoyun."
Ye Lingyue shrugged her shoulders.
Chu Miaoyun and Little Xinzhuo being in the sa class was no good news, but thankfully, Little Xinzhuo was now a Prince, so Chu Miaoyun would not dare to be too presumptuous within Qingtian Academy.
As for Murong Ziyue, Xin Lin was quite at ease.
Jin Chen probably wouldn’t dare to provoke Murong Ziyue.
"If not for Sikong Ran and others, Sister and I would very likely be in the sa class."
Little Xinzhuo said indignantly.
"Let’s not worry about this for now, let’s get enrolled first, then I’ll ask if I can take a leave; I need to go look for my father."
Xin Lin glanced back at the school gate which had been blasted to ruins, her eyebrows knitted tightly.
Not long after the three of them had left, several supervisors accompanied by so old students ca out.
"The damage is severe. You few, go to the forest and bring back so stones and wood to repair this quickly. You others, patrol the area and prevent outsiders from entering."
After instructing them, the supervisors busied themselves with other tasks.
A supervisor and two old students patrolled around the vicinity before circling to the other side.
Qingtian Academy always had good security, so they didn’t pay too much attention, and during their second patrol, just before dinner ti, a figure stealthily entered the grounds of Qingtian Academy.
After entering the main gate of Qingtian Academy, the figure loitered at the door for a mont then started wandering around.
This hour was the dinner ti.
The figure appeared to be lost and didn’t encounter anyone.
At this mont, the Female Supervisor who had previously disagreed with Governor Huang during the ergency eting, Mo Shihuang, sauntered over leisurely.
"The supervisor’s Dining Hall in the academy should really change its chefs; the at gets stuck in the teeth, and the vegetables are too tough. Compared to Master Ji’s culinary skills, it’s far inferior. When can Qingtian Academy afford to hire a Spiritual Delicacy Master to cook for us? That’s when I’ll have a taste of good fortune. Well, even if the skills aren’t there, it would be nice if the chefs were at least good-looking. Those cooking chefs, every single one old and ugly, a whole row of dried up ats, just look at them makes nauseous."
Master Mo walked a few more steps, then suddenly his eyes brightened, and he gazed intently.
It was dusk at the ti, with the last glimrs of the setting sun falling upon the narrow valley path...
Auspicious energy!
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