Chapter 683 Disciples of the Upper Academy (first update)

The Central Plains Cultivation World has tighter control over the cultivation techniques. Not only the cultivation techniques, but also other cultivation resources such as spiritual veins and better spiritual veins are in the hands of the big forces. If low-level monks want to get ahead, they must fall into the arms of the big forces.

The organization of the Immortal Cultivation World in the Central Plains is tight, and it is difficult for low-level monks to get ahead. Most of the resources are concentrated in the hands of big forces. The Cultivation Families in the Central Plains are more united and the system is more mature.

The Immortal Cultivating Sect is the controller of the Eastern Wasteland, the Immortal Cultivating Family is the controller of the Immortal Cultivating World in the Central Plains, and the Royal Family is the most powerful Immortal Cultivating Family in the dynasty.

"Okay, stop chatting. If you can't reach the top of the mountain before the sun sets, you won't be able to enter Yingtian Academy, and you will have to wait for more than ten years."

The young man in green shirt strode towards the mountain with great speed.

Wang Tianwen shook his head. He was not optimistic about the young man in green shirt. The assessment at Yingtian Academy was not that simple. They would definitely encounter trouble on the way. One day was enough for them to go back and forth several times.

He walked up the mountain, not very fast.

As time passes, the bluestone stairs seem to be endless and will never end.

A dozen men in coarse cloths strode towards the mountain. Not long after, there was a ripple in the void in front of them, and they disappeared.

Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry and walked towards the mountain step by step. From time to time, people passed Wang Tianwen and disappeared. When Wang Tianwen walked to the place where they disappeared, there was nothing.

Three hours passed, and they still hadn't reached the top of the mountain. Many of them were panting. Some of them looked behind them and found a long staircase behind them.

Wang Tianwen didn't look behind him, but kept walking forward.

Without anyone to supervise them, some immortal cultivators made crooked ideas and secretly performed the wind control technique, which was much faster.

Not long after, they also disappeared into the void, as if they had never appeared.

At this time, there were more than fifty people around Wang Tianwen, some of whom were sweating profusely and their clothes were wet with sweat.

With the scorching sun above their heads, they walked slowly towards the mountain.

The sky gradually darkened, and the scorching sun slowly descended. They had not yet reached the top of the mountain.

Sweat soaked Wang Tianwen's clothes and stuck to his body. He didn't use any of his magic power. His legs were sore. He didn't know how many steps he had taken.

Some people were worried about losing the election, so they speeded up their pace, or secretly practiced wind control. In order to cool down, some people used magic power to disperse the sweat on their bodies and steamed their clothes to dry at the same time.

The wet clothes clung to his body, and every step he took was sticky and uncomfortable. Logically speaking, he should have reached a high place after walking for so long. The strange thing was that there was no wind at all.

The sun was going down and they hadn't reached the top of the mountain yet.

Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry, wiped the sweat from his face and continued moving forward.

He only felt that a flower suddenly appeared in the peach blossom forest in front of him. There was a thick portrait in the air. Pink petals were scattered on the ground. A group of young girls with gorgeous features were dancing in the peach blossom forest. They were both fat and thin. , their beautiful eyes were full of affection, as if Wang Tianwen was their lover.

"Illusion? It's interesting." Wang Tianwen smiled lightly, closed his eyes, and walked forward.

Not long after, a loud male voice suddenly sounded: "You are brave, it is not expensive to meet King Lu Yang."

Wang Tianwen felt someone push him, but he ignored it and continued walking forward.

"Tianwen, come back quickly. Something happened to the family. There are thieves coming to kill us. Come back quickly." Wang Qingkai's voice suddenly sounded.

"Brother Ninth, Brother Seven, I will fight with you."

The roar continued, mixed with the faint screams of men and women.

Wang Tianwen paused for a moment and continued moving forward.

After a while, the screams disappeared.

He felt that he had hit something real. He tried several times and found that he could not get through. He opened his eyes and found two men and a woman in front of him.

Wang Tianwen's eyes fell on a young man in a green shirt, and he asked in surprise: "Seventh Uncle, why are you here?"

"Tianwen, why are you in the Central Plains Cultivation World? I came to Yingtian Academy to do something." Wang Qingshan said with a smile.

Wang Tianwen chuckled and said: "The so-called barrier is just what I thought of in my mind. The seventh uncle is not in the foundation building stage, so it is impossible to run to Yingtian Academy. He should be in the impact of the core formation stage. The seventh uncle is practicing swordsmanship." , he hates Confucianism’s promotion of kingly ways most, and fake things will always be fake.”

He closed his eyes and continued walking forward.

Not long after, he felt himself hit a warm object, which seemed to be a person.

"Okay, if you can make it this far, it means you have passed the test." A man's voice, full of energy, suddenly sounded.

Wang Tianwen ignored him and continued to move forward, but was blocked back.

"Senior, you have passed the test, open your eyes!" The man's tone was sincere.

Wang Tianwen hesitated for a moment and opened his eyes.

Two men dressed as Confucian scholars stood in front of them, a man in a blue shirt in his early thirties, and a young man in a yellow shirt in his early twenties. They had mana fluctuations on their bodies, and they were both Qi Refining monks. Behind them, there is a magnificent palace with three characters "Yingtian Palace" written on the plaque.

Wang Tianwen looked around and found that there were three people around him, and none of the companions who came with him were there.

A man with a black face wearing coarse cloth, a woman with delicate features in a purple skirt, and a young man in a golden shirt with fat head and big ears. The young man in the golden shirt and the woman in the purple skirt are Qi Refining monks, while the black-faced man is a mortal.

"Congratulations on passing the examination and officially becoming a disciple of our Yingtian Academy. Do you want to be a disciple of the Lower Academy or the Upper Academy?"

The man in blue shirt had a smile on his face and asked.

"May I ask my brother, is there any difference between the Upper House and the Lower House?"

"Disciples of the lower court have a high chance of becoming officials and managing the people in the future. Disciples of the lower court only study and do not practice. Disciples of the upper court can study or practice. If you want to become a disciple of the upper court, you need to do things for the academy. If you do well, you will get extra rewards. There will be punishment for the mission.”

Wang Tianwen and four others all want to become disciples of the Upper Academy, and the future of the Upper Academy is obviously greater.

The man in the blue shirt didn't say much. He took out a silver jade plate and said, "This is the soul measuring plate. I will ask you some questions. Don't lie and answer truthfully. If the soul measuring plate finds you lying, I will send you down the mountain directly."

He briefly asked Wang Tianwen about the origins of the four of them. This was normal. Yingtian Academy was a cultivating force, and only those with a clean family background could enter Yingtian Academy to study.

The other three were all from Luzhou. Wang Tianwen did not hide anything and answered truthfully.

The man in blue shirt was a little surprised when he learned that Wang Tianwen came from a cultivating family in the Eastern Wasteland. However, he didn't say anything. He registered in the register, gave each of them a token, and said: "From now on, you will be the disciples of the Upper Academy. Our academy has There are one hundred and eight commandments, and you will be punished if you violate any one of them. You must memorize it, and I will arrange a place for you first!"

Wang Tianwen glanced at the bluestone stairs behind him, and then walked into Yingtian Hall.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Tianwen, the black-faced man and the young man in golden shirt appeared in a secluded courtyard. There were three guest rooms, one for each person.

"This is your residence. You have to go to school on time. Mr. Lu will teach you how to read."

"My lord, Liu Xian, we will be classmates from now on. Please take care of me."

The black-faced man cupped his hands at Wang Tianwen and the young man in gold shirt and said politely.

"Brother Liu Xian, you are polite. This is what you should do."

Wang Tianwen returned the gift with a sincere expression.

"I'm a little tired. Let's go to sleep first and talk about it tomorrow."

The young man in golden shirt yawned and walked towards a guest room.

Wang Tianwen opened the door of a guest room. The room was simply decorated, with a bed, a table and a few chairs, and that was it.

He let out a breath and said to himself: "I don't know if the seventh uncle has advanced to the Dan Dan stage, and there is also an ancestor. I don't know if his old man is well."

He secretly made a decision to return to Donghuang after finding a Confucian skill that could reach a high level.

He sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Not long after, a layer of white spiritual light appeared on Wang Tianwen's body.