The First Academy in the Cultivation World

"Hasn't anyone told the story?" Ling Yan'er asked.

For something like Lan Lian, there should be a story circulating, right?

Hua Qingfeng shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. If I had heard of it, I would have told you before. Besides, for cultivators, the Qiantian Sect and the Wuliang Sword Sect are also very far apart."

"Aren't they competitors?" Ling Yan'er asked.

"But the distance is too far. We may not be able to meet a disciple from the other sect even in a hundred years, so we can't even say we are an opponent." Hua Qingfeng said.

Ling Yan'er asked curiously, "By the way, I met someone from the Lianyun Sect during the summer vacation. They said there would be a sect competition in two years. So, we won't be able to meet them at such an event?"

Although Hua Qingfeng was curious about how Ling Yan'er knew a disciple from the Lianyun Sect, he still said, "The sect competition is our Southern Continent's centennial ranking. No one from the Wuliang Sword Sect will come."

"Then why do they start sending out invitations two years in advance? Aren't monks always very fast in traveling?" Ling Yan'er continued to ask.

"Before participating in the sect competition, each sect must first select its own candidates. Although it is held every hundred years, the location and specific time of the competition need to be arranged, so advance notification is required." Although Hua Qingfeng had never experienced this, his master pretended to be very good before, and it seemed that he was really serious about training him.

So everyone knows all these things. After all, the more outstanding he is, the more others will sympathize with his master if he disappears or dies.

When he was in Qiantian Sect, many people said that he would definitely be a popular candidate to participate in the next sect competition.

"What are the requirements for participating in the sect competition? It's about the sect rankings, so why do we need to send an invitation to the city lord?" Ling Yan'er asked curiously, "Generally speaking, the city lord is stationed in the city, right?"

Hua Qingfeng nodded: "Actually, it's just to invite the city lord to watch the ceremony, or to let people close to the city lord go over to learn, or just join in the fun."

It's just sending an invitation as a favor.

"To participate in the sect competition, you need an invitation, or someone with an invitation to bring you along. Since the competition is held every hundred years, you need to be under a hundred years old to compete on stage." Hua Qingfeng said, still feeling a little regretful that he could not participate in the sect competition.

"There's no one who has won the sect competition several times in a row?" Ling Yan'er sighed.

Hua Qingfeng shook his head: "The sect competition is about successors. If there is only one genius, even if he can win first place a few times in a row, so what? After the competition, if anyone wants to fight, we can arrange to fight on stage."

Ling Yan'er sighed and asked, "Doesn't Lingyun City Lord Song Mingcheng have an invitation? How about I ask his people to take me there? After all, his son Song Zixuan is studying here."

"If you just want to take a look, that should be possible." Hua Qingfeng said.

After all, bringing Ling Yan'er along is not a big deal for Song Mingcheng.

"Then I'll ask when the time comes." Ling Yan'er let the matter go. After all, it was still early.

"If you can go, take me with you. I also want to go and see it." Hua Qingfeng said.

"Okay." Ling Yan'er agreed.

Ling Yan'er wanted to chat more, but she was hungry and prepared to go to the cafeteria to eat. Hua Qingfeng also went downstairs with Ling Yan'er.

Hua Qingfeng showed great interest in Zhaixing Tower. Of course, not only Hua Qingfeng, but all the students with cultivation skills went there.

Ling Yan'er came out after dinner. It was already late. She glanced in the direction of Zhaixing Tower. Today, there was no dazzling array light on the Zhaixing Tower like last night.

But there seemed to be more shining little light bulbs on the wall below, which looked not much different from the stars in the sky.

Ling Yan'er touched her chin and walked in to take a look.

The light was very strange. The walls of the Zhaixing Tower were all made of stones, and I didn't know if the gaps were filled with mud, but some of the light came out from the middle of the stones, and some came out from the gaps.

There is no inlay and no idea how it glows.

Ling Yan'er walked around the Zhaixing Tower, but didn't see anything, so she resigned herself to her fate and returned to the dormitory.

Things in the world of cultivation are indeed unreasonable.

A month passed in the blink of an eye when everyone went to Zhaixing Tower with great enthusiasm at the beginning, and then a month passed in the blink of an eye when the number of people who had sudden realizations in Zhaixing Tower was less than the number of fingers on one hand.

The day before the monthly exam was scheduled, the library indeed updated the monthly exam papers of six classes.

It can also be said that after refreshing the test paper, Ling Yan'er decided on the monthly exam for the next day.

The exam took three days to complete and the papers were graded on the same day. Ling Yan'er asked each class teacher to sort out the scores and rankings.

Maybe because there are too many teachers, the test papers are not graded automatically anymore and the teachers have to do it manually.

Ling Yan'er only had to correct the test papers of eight people, the nine from her cultivation class. Wen Zhe's cultivation class did not have a test paper yet.

The world of cultivation is indeed unreasonable. The test papers are all unified, but in their hands they become test papers tailored to their cultivation courses.

Liu Yixian, Song Zixuan, and Long Xuyao ​​all had their own test papers, and Ling Yan'er found it very painful to correct them.

If they are the same, after changing one, you will still have some impression of the second one. But for them, after changing one, there is another one.

Thinking about how many times she would have to correct such test papers in a semester, Ling Yan'er felt fortunate that she was not assigned to teach a class, otherwise she would be in trouble no matter what class she was asked to correct the test papers.

"How do you calculate Wen Zhe's training class?" Hua Qingfeng frowned as he looked at Wen Zhe's training class test paper with a zero score.

There was no way. Wen Zhe was studying other subjects, but he had not studied the cultivation class at all. The test papers were unified, but he had not attended any class, so he simply did not write it.

"Let's just assume a passing score of 60 points," Ling Yan'er said. "His training course is about being a qualified patient, so there's no problem with that."

Giving too high a score is not a good idea, but not giving any is also not reasonable.

Hua Qingfeng only asked Ling Yan'er because he knew Wen Zhe's situation.

After Hua Qingfeng filled it out for Wen Zhe, Ling Yan'er said, "Anyone in the second grade can go. It won't affect his grades whether he takes the training class or not."

"I'll post the results," Hua Qingfeng said, "so they know where they lag behind others."

Ling Yan'er looked at Hua Qingfeng, who had completely immersed himself in the role of class teacher, and wiped the non-existent sweat off her face. Although she was still in high school, fortunately she didn't have to attend classes now, otherwise it would be terrible to have a class teacher like Hua Qingfeng.

The other teachers all seemed to agree that Hua Qingfeng's arrangement made sense, and decided to follow suit. "Indeed, this time it's about whether we can go to the secret realm. We should probably post it so they can admit defeat."

Ling Yan'er looked at the form where she could be lazy. She originally just wanted to announce the rankings, but in order to fit in, she still had to copy down the grades for each subject and the total score. She sighed and thought, there was no other way, so she had to copy it.