After this contest on the arena stage, the three Grand Marshals and ten Grand Generals have all been chosen.
Wang Yan, as the Grand Marshal, is well-deserved, gaining everyone's trust and respect.
In the remaining ti, Mozi Academy divided 600,000 disciples into ten formations, with each General leading a group, conducting daily drills.
At this mont, the disciples only know that a great enemy approaches, yet they are unaware of the secrets of the Underworld.
Therefore, considering the power of Mozi Academy and the multitude of 600,000 disciples, they all brim with confidence, wondering who could possibly oppose them.
During this period, Wang Yan, besides recuperating from his wounds, stayed in the Golden Palace, carefully pondering his insights.
One month passed during his contemplation, and all the disciples by then were already full of admiration for Wang Yan. Even though Wang Yan hadn't appeared, not a single person voiced any objection.
About a month later, Wang Yan finally finished contemplating what he had realized, and his Half-Venerable Cultivation was completely stabilized.
For the first ti in a month, Wang Yan walked out of the Golden Palace.
All this ti, Liu Hua had been standing guard outside the palace. As soon as he saw Wang Yan erge, Liu Hua quickly spoke: "Senior brother, Elder Si Qin has ordered that as soon as you leave seclusion, you should imdiately visit Si Qin Peak."
Wang Yan nodded and imdiately flew away from Fla Peak to Si Qin Peak.
Upon seeing Wang Yan arrive, Elder Si Qin sized him up and down, with a smile of approval appearing on her face: "Not bad, your Half-Venerable Cultivation has been consolidated."
Elder Si Qin was originally exceedingly beautiful, but usually wore a cold expression, rarely smiling. Now, her exceptional smile brightened the entire room, radiating unparalleled beauty.
Wang Yan couldn't help but be montarily dazed, feeling an odd sensation in his heart. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Elder Si Qin."
Upon saying this, Wang Yan sat down opposite Elder Si Qin. However, after sitting down, neither of them spoke first, and the entire room instantly plunged into a strangely beautiful and enchanting realm.
After a while, Wang Yan coughed to break the silence and said, "I've always wanted to ask Elder, why did the Principal not allow the fiends to take the Chaos Bell back then?"
Upon hearing Wang Yan's question, Elder Si Qin awoke from her silence, blushing as she replied, "I don't know the specific reason either, but judging by the Principal's intent, it seed done for the good of the fiends."
After finishing these words, Elder Si Qin fell silent again, and Wang Yan also remained quiet.
Both fell once more into that peculiar silence.
The surrounding solitude left them both at a loss with what to do, especially Elder Si Qin, her heart restless as she constantly asked herself: Si Qin, oh Si Qin, what's happening to you? Wang Yan is rely a disciple, why do you even fear speaking?
Back when Wang Yan was still a disciple, Elder Si Qin wasn't this perplexed, but now that Wang Yan had broken through to Half-Venerable, essentially reaching the sa level as the Demon Venerable, Elder Si Qin found herself with more wild thoughts.
The loneliness continuously "tortured" the duo until they finally could bear it no longer, lifted their heads, and simultaneously said: "You..."
Both stopped speaking after a single word, imdiately falling silent once again.
Finally, it was Wang Yan who broke the silence, inquiring: "Elder Si Qin called here, may I ask for what reason?"
Only then did Elder Si Qin say, "Oh, it is like this: you have now gained the qualification to enter the Ink Pool, and with a month left before the Blazing Fla Flood Dragon attacks, you should cultivate at the Ink Pool. It would greatly enhance your cultivation."
Wang Yan nodded and said, "Thank you, Elder Si Qin."
After speaking, they once more plunged into silence.
After a while, Wang Yan lifted his head and said, "Uh... If there's nothing else, I will take my leave."
Elder Si Qin hesitantly responded, "Hmm, then in three days, I will take you to the Ink Pool."
Wang Yan nodded and left Si Qin Peak as if fleeing, feeling so out of sorts that even when flying towards Fla Peak, he nearly crashed into it.
Once Wang Yan had left, Elder Si Qin sat in the empty room, her heart pounding incessantly.
She muttered internally, "Si Qin, oh Si Qin, what's happening to you? Wang Yan is rely a disciple, can it be that because his cultivation approaches yours, your thoughts run astray?"
For a mont, Elder Si Qin pondered deeply, but the more she thought, the redder her face beca, and the faster her heart raced.
The matter of opening the Ink Pool three days later spread throughout Mozi Academy in no ti.
Opening the Ink Pool is a major event in Mozi Academy, second only to the academy trials.
This annual event takes place like a significant celebration.
Especially the mont the Ink Pool opens, its aura flows toward Mozi Academy, allowing all disciples to greatly benefit from its essence.
The third day arrived.
The entire Mozi Academy disciples gathered around the main peak, looking towards it from afar.
They wanted first to witness the spectacular opening of the Ink Pool and second to absorb the aura the mont it opened.
While everyone waited, Elder Si Qin, wearing a white robe, rose from Si Qin Peak and called out loud towards Fla Peak, "Wang Yan, it's ti."
At this mont, Wang Yan erged from Fla Peak, flying in front of Elder Si Qin.
"Let's go!" Elder Si Qin dared not look at Wang Yan, rely uttering a single instruction before turning to fly towards the main peak.
Wang Yan followed behind Elder Si Qin, the two flying one after the other to the top of the main peak.
The main peak rose tens of thousands of feet, towering into the clouds, its summit shrouded in mist year-round. At this mont, Elder Si Qin pierced through the mist and moved forward.
Wang Yan followed Elder Si Qin closely, but her white robes blended seamlessly into the white clouds.
In a mont of daze, Wang Yan lost sight of Elder Si Qin.
Chasing forward quickly, Wang Yan realized these clouds were far from ordinary, appearing endlessly boundless, as if it had no end.
Wang Yan couldn't help but stop, smiling bitterly as he thought: It turns out to be an array. Now I'm in trouble, trapped within it.
As Wang Yan hesitated, suddenly from the dense clouds beside him, a hand reached out, grasped him, and scolded playfully: "Keep up with ."
With that, Wang Yan was pulled forward.
As soon as the hand touched his, he felt a warm, smooth texture, nearly boneless. Without a doubt, it was Elder Si Qin holding him.
Being held by Elder Si Qin, Wang Yan felt as if struck by lightning, though he prided himself on being a master of lightning, his entire body turned rigid.
Forced forward by Elder Si Qin, unsure how far they had traveled, at last, they erged through the clouds, landing atop the mountain.
There, atop the mountain, aside from towering rocks tens of feet tall, it was desolate and surrounded by clouds, imbued with tranquility.
At this mont, Elder Si Qin still held onto Wang Yan's hand, slowly turned back, and softly said: "Take all your clothes off."
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