The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

At the hour of Mao, the dawn began to appear in the sky, and the Lingshan College Square was gently covered by a layer of light golden light.

On top of the towering bell tower, a huge ancient bronze bell stands quietly, like a guardian who has been sleeping for thousands of years, waiting to be awakened at some point.

As the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, the edge of the ancient bell gradually turned a soft golden color.

Suddenly, a distant and deep bell sounded, penetrating the tranquility of the early morning and echoing throughout Lingshan.

This bell marks the beginning of daily morning exercises and the clarion call for a new day of practice for Lingshan disciples.

As the bell rang, all the disciples knelt on their knees, kowtowed, and shouted, "You pay your respects to the Emperor, and to the four sect masters. Long live the Emperor! Long live the sect masters!"

"All disciples, please stand up!" Sect Master Chen Xuan raised his hand.

All the monks stood up and shouted the morning exercise slogan: "Fight three thousand emperors with one hand, and sweep across the thirteen continents with two palms."

On the high platform, Sect Leader Chen Xuan was wearing a spotless white robe embroidered with a pattern of a crane with its wings spread out, ready to fly, making him look exceptionally otherworldly.

He has white hair and a youthful face, an immortal look, and his eyes reveal a calmness and determination that comes from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Beside Chen Xuan, Emperor Yun Che sat upright, his purple-gold robe fluttering in the wind, highlighting his noble and extraordinary status.

The two have been close friends for thousands of years and once jointly guarded Lingshan, the holy land of cultivation.

Xu Wan, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, stood on Yun Che's left, her eyes gleaming with infinite desire and determination for cultivation.

Her disciple Xuanqing, also dressed in white and with a handsome face, followed closely behind Xu Wan, his eyes full of admiration and worship for his master.

Jin Xi, Xu Wan's nephew, was dressed in a golden suit and looked heroic. He stood on the other side of Xu Wan and was particularly eye-catching.

Under the high platform, three deputy sect leaders sat on both sides, each with extraordinary temperament.

The first person on the left is an old man in a black Taoist robe, a jade crown on his head, and a stern face. He is the strict teacher in charge of the Lingshan precepts.

The first person on the right is a middle-aged man in a blue and white robe. He has a gentle face and his eyes reveal a glimmer of wisdom. He is the Sword Saint who is responsible for teaching his disciples the art of swordsmanship and alchemy.

The woman in the middle, dressed in flowing white, is the all-round master who is responsible for her disciples' medical skills, piano skills, and many other trainings. She has a light figure, as if she can turn into a breeze and disappear into thin air at any time.

There were several rows of monks on each side, they were dressed in various robes, some were as elegant as fairies, some were steady and heavy, all of them had come from the Biluo Palace with Emperor Yun Che, specifically to observe the entrance trial of Lingshan Academy.

Among these cultivators, there are many outstanding figures in the world of independent cultivators. They usually fight on their own, and it is rare to see the spectacular sight of so many masters gathering together.

Lingshan Academy is different from Biluo Palace. The monks in Biluo Palace are all independent cultivators.

As the bells continued to ring, the musicians next to the platform began their performance.

On the left is a man playing the piano. His fingers gently pluck the strings, and the melodious sound flows out like spring water, fresh and unworldly.

On the right is a man playing the flute. He holds a bamboo flute in his mouth, and the melodious sound of the flute interweaves with the sound of the piano, forming a soul-stirring morning song.

Sect Master Chen Xuan slowly stood up. His voice rang out amidst the lingering sound of the bell, calm yet powerful: "Morning exercises begin."

These four words seemed to have magical power, instantly making the atmosphere in the entire square serious and solemn.

The disciples arranged in three teams were either holding long swords or carrying magical instruments, their faces filled with enthusiasm and anticipation for cultivation.

Under the watchful eyes of Sect Master Chen Xuan and Emperor Yun Che, they began their daily morning exercises—a set of ancient exercises that combined spiritual cultivation with martial arts training.

As the exercises were practiced, the disciples' bodies began to become agile and nimble. They leaped like flying swallows or spun like spinning tops. Every swing of the sword and every kick contained great power and skill.

The air was filled with strong fluctuations of spiritual energy, as if even the heaven and earth were changing color.

Xu Wan, Xuan Qing and Jin Xi on the high platform became the focus of everyone's attention.

After the morning exercises, the disciples quickly stood in three rows.

The sunlight fell on the vast square of Lingshan Academy, shining with golden light, illuminating groups of young monks who were full of expectations.

"Today is the entrance trial of Lingshan Academy, which happens once every century." Chen Xuan's voice echoed in the square, steady and powerful, causing all the disciples to look up.

His words reflected both a review of past glories and hopes for the future.

"Pass the order down, all monks outside the academy, enter the hall immediately."

Sect Master Chen Xuan's voice sounded at the right moment, majestic yet gentle. He stood beside Yun Che, his eyes sweeping across the stage, as if examining every young life.

As the order was given, several light gates at the edge of the square slowly opened, and groups of monks from all corners of the world came in one after another. They were either nervous, excited, or curious, and their faces were full of longing for the future.

The Lingshan College Square was bustling with people.

Today is the day of Lingshan Academy’s once-in-a-century entrance trial. All the cultivators who dream of cultivating the Tao have gathered here, looking forward to starting their own journey of cultivation in this holy land.

"Fellow cultivators, welcome to Lingshan Academy."

The voice of Sect Master Chen Xuan resounded through the sky, his voice was full of majesty and kindness.

"Today is the once-in-a-century entrance trial for Lingshan Academy. This trial is of great importance. You must endure the baptism of ninety-nine purple thunderbolts to prove your will and potential.

After ninety-nine purple thunderbolts, you can enter only after successfully repelling the divine beast White Tiger. "

Upon hearing this, there was an uproar among the crowd below.

Ninety-nine purple thunders are a terrifying existence that is enough to make even the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage tremble in fear.

And after successfully withstanding ninety-nine purple lightnings, he still had to fight against the ancient mythical beast, the white tiger. The threshold for admission to Lingshan Academy is too high.

However, for these monks with dreams, this is both a challenge and an opportunity.

Sect Master Chen Xuan smiled slightly and continued, "However, you don't have to worry too much.

During the trial, we will provide corresponding protection and guidance based on your performance.

Now, I announce that the list of monks who registered today is as follows..."

As he spoke, Sect Master Chen Xuan raised his hand, and a divine edict suddenly appeared in the air, clearly listing the names of all the cultivators who had signed up for the trial.

The monks all looked up, searching for their own names.

With the order from Sect Master Chen Xuan, the trial officially began.

On the high platform, Sect Master Chen Xuan had a dignified yet kind expression. Beside him stood his close friend Yun Che. Both of them glanced at the cultivators below with sharp eyes.

Chen Xuan waved his hand lightly, and a huge fairy stone slowly rose up and hovered in the center of the square. It was shining with golden light, as if it contained endless power and mystery.

"My fellow cultivators, this is the most precious treasure of our Lingshan Academy—the Immortal Trial Stone.

It can penetrate people's hearts, test their will, and stimulate their potential, helping you embark on a new chapter in your cultivation journey."

Chen Xuan's voice was loud and steady, spreading throughout the square.

"Now, please welcome the first trial participant, Lin Feng."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared at the edge of the square, and a young monk stood firmly in front of the immortal stone.

Lin Feng has a slender figure, a resolute face, and his eyes gleam with a desire for unknown challenges.

He looked up at the platform and nodded slightly to Chen Xuan as a sign of respect.

Chen Xuan smiled slightly, raised his hand, and a thin iron chain appeared out of thin air, quickly wrapped around Lin Feng's wrists, fixing him in place.

"This iron chain is called the 'Heart-Setting Lock'. It is meant to test whether your mind is firm and unmoved by external influences." Chen Xuan explained.

As Chen Xuan finished speaking, the atmosphere in the square suddenly became tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Feng.

With a loud bell ringing, the Purple Thunder Trial officially began.

Chen Xuan made seals with his hands, chanted spells, and performed the long-lost lightning-inducing technique.

The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared.

"Activate the thunder-inducing technique!" Chen Xuan shouted, and a thick purple thunder streaked across the sky, heading straight for Lin Feng.

The purple lightning carried the power to destroy the world, making all the cultivators present terrified.

However, Lin Feng remained calm, closed his eyes and concentrated, with spiritual power surging throughout his body, as if he was engaged in a silent battle with the purple thunder that was about to descend.

"Boom!" The purple thunder finally hit Lin Feng. The huge impact force caused the space around him to distort.

However, what was shocking was that instead of falling down, Lin Feng used the power of purple thunder to cause the spiritual power in his body to surge wildly, and a layer of faint golden light gradually emerged on the surface of his body, as if some mysterious power was awakening in his body.

As the first purple lightning fell, the trial fairy stone began to emit a more dazzling light, as if foreshadowing that the next trial would be more difficult.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, seemed to have been reborn. He stood there like a god of war about to awaken, ready to take on all the challenges that were to come.

When the second purple lightning struck him, he met it without hesitation.

The purple lightning hit his body, instantly tearing his skin and flesh, and bleeding profusely.

But Lin Feng gritted his teeth and endured this terrifying force.

There seemed to be a mysterious power surging in his body, helping him repair his damaged body.

As time went on, the number of purple thunders increased and their power became stronger.

Lin Feng's body was covered with scars, but his eyes became more and more determined.

He knew that he couldn't give up because this was his only chance to change his fate.

When the ninety-ninth purple lightning fell from the sky, the entire square shook.

This purple lightning was several times thicker than any previous one. It came straight towards Lin Feng with the momentum of destroying the world.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, gathering all his strength into every cell in his body.

The moment the purple lightning hit him, he seemed to have turned into an indestructible mountain, enduring this terrifying force.

Purple lightning raged on his body, but Lin Feng seemed not to feel any pain.

It was as if a mysterious power was awakening in his body. This power was strong and pure, making him feel stronger than ever before.

When the purple thunder dissipated, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes sparkled with dazzling light, as if stars were flowing in them.

Although his body was covered with scars, those scars were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His aura also became extremely powerful, as if he had been reborn.

Upon seeing this, Sect Master Chen Xuan showed a relieved smile on his face.

He announced loudly, "The first cultivator, Lin Feng, has successfully passed the Purple Thunder Trial! You may rest with your attendants in the private room. After the Purple Thunder Trial of all registered disciples is over, you will proceed to the next round of trials and battle the divine beast, the White Tiger!"

When Lin Feng heard this, he felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.

He knew that he had finally taken the first step on the road to cultivation.

He bowed deeply to Sect Master Chenxuan, then followed his attendants to the private room to rest.