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

At the hour of Yin, the sky was slightly bright and the square of Lingshan College was shrouded in a thin layer of mist, as if the most gentle brushstrokes between heaven and earth, gently outlining a tranquil picture.

All around, ancient trees are towering and spirit beasts are roaring, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity to this holy place of cultivation.

In the center of the square, a staircase made of white jade winds its way up to a high platform, which is a symbol of power and glory.

At this moment, at the end of the stairs, a man dressed in a purple-gold robe with fluttering sleeves was slowly walking in. He was the Emperor of the Blue Sky Palace - Yun Che.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth, causing the surrounding space to fluctuate slightly.

Yun Che's face was unparalleled in elegance, his brows revealing an otherworldly aura. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, as if he could see through everything in the world.

His arrival instantly made the atmosphere of the entire square solemn and dignified.

Following behind Yun Che was a group of cultivators dressed in robes of various colors. Some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were thin, but all of them possessed profound cultivation.

They stood on both sides of the platform, silent and awed, gazing at Yun Che in front of them with reverence, awaiting the crucial moment that was about to arrive.

As Yun Che ascended, the bells of Lingshan Academy rang out again, distant and clear, echoing throughout the entire valley.

The sound of the bell seemed to have some kind of magic, instantly attracting the attention of more cultivators.

Soon, three figures came from the sky. They were from Tianyan Sect, Jiuyang Divine Sect and Wuji Sect respectively. They were all well-known strong men from Lingshan Academy.

Jun Yan of the Tianyan Sect, dressed in blue and white clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, is very elegant. Every step he takes seems to be stepping on the stars, exuding a faint air of elegance.

The Nine Yang True Man of the Nine Yang Divine Sect is dressed in a black Taoist robe and wears a jade crown on his head. He is like an evil spirit from the underworld, which makes people feel awe!

The Frost Moon Fairy of the Wuji Sect came in a white dress as white as snow.

Her face was pure and beautiful, like a fairy from the Moon Palace descending to earth, and her every move exuded an ethereal aura that was otherworldly.

The three of them came to the high platform and saluted Yun Che one after another, their tones filled with respect and humility.

Yun Che smiled and nodded in response, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a dazzling streak of light streaked across the sky and headed straight for the platform in the center of the square like a meteor.

Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to tremble, causing the disciples in the square to look up, their eyes full of surprise and expectation.

The flowing light slowly gathered on the high platform. He had white hair and a youthful face with an immortal look. He touched the long white beard on his chin with his hand.

Chen Xuan's appearance instantly made the atmosphere of the entire square solemn.

All the disciples knelt and shouted, "You all pay your respects to the four sect masters. Long live the sect masters! Long live the emperor!"

"Stand up." Chen Xuan raised his hands slightly, and an invisible force lifted everyone up.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in every corner.

"My dear friend Yun Che, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Xuan's voice was gentle yet powerful, and he patted Yun Che beside him.

Yun Che smiled slightly and nodded gently, responding to Chen Xuan's greeting.

Xu Wan, Jin Xi, and Xuan Qing bowed and said in unison: "Long live the Sect Master!"

With Chen Xuan's arrival, the three deputy sect leaders came forward, knelt on the ground, and saluted respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Sect Master. Long live the Sect Master!"

Their voices were in unison, full of respect and admiration for Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan raised his hand slightly, signaling them to stand up.

Xu Wan and the others faced the three sect leaders, bowed, and said, "Xu Wan/Xuan Qing/Jin Xi greet the three sect leaders!"

The three sect leaders nodded and smiled slightly.

Then he walked down from the chief seats on the left and right sides of the platform and slowly sat down.

Chen Xuan's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally stopping on the young disciples.

His eyes were both stern and full of love, as if he was examining these future hopes.

"Dear disciples, morning exercises are about to begin."

Chen Xuan's voice echoed in the square, clear and powerful.

Following his announcement, the originally noisy square suddenly became silent, and all the disciples held their breath, waiting for the next ceremony.

"Musicians, get ready." Chen Xuan's voice sounded again, his words carrying unquestionable majesty.

Two men were seen sitting on either side of the platform. One of them was holding a emerald green bamboo flute. The flute was crystal clear, as if it contained endless vitality and energy.

He gently placed the flute close to his lips, took a deep breath, and then the melodious flute sound flowed out like a spring, clear and melodious, instantly filling the entire square.

At the same time, another man slowly raised his hands and gently placed them on an ancient piano.

The body of the piano is made of an unknown wood, and the surface is glowing with a faint light, as if it can attract people's attention.

As the musician's fingers plucked the strings, a clear and pleasant piano sound rang out, interweaving with the flute sound to form a beautiful melody.

As the music started, the disciples in the square closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the wonderful music.

Their minds seemed to be cleansed, and all distracting thoughts disappeared, leaving only the desire and pursuit of cultivation.

"Morning exercises begin!" With Chen Xuan's order, the disciples in the square opened their eyes and lined up according to the predetermined formation.

Their movements were in unison and majestic, as if they were a well-trained army.

"Fighting three thousand emperors single-handedly, and sweeping across thirteen continents with two palms." The monks shouted the morning exercise slogan in unison.

At the hour of Yin, the square of Lingshan College was bathed in soft morning light, shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The towering ancient trees stand tall, and the birds singing in the branches add a bit of vitality to this quiet morning.

In the center of the square stood a towering platform. On it, Sect Master Chen Xuan, dressed in a flowing cloud robe and with a warm smile on his face, was signaling his good friend, Emperor Yun Che of the Biluo Palace, to take a seat.

Yun Che, a peerless cultivator, his eyes were as deep as the night sky, and his long hair was as black as ink, fluttering in the wind.

He smiled gently, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, and then sat down gracefully beside Chen Xuan.

Both of them are leaders in the world of cultivation, and have a deep friendship that spans thousands of years. Their gathering here today has a deep meaning.

Beside Yun Che stood three people, namely his beloved disciple Xu Wan, Xu Wan's disciple Xuan Qing, and nephew Jin Xi.

Xu Wan has a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and a pair of bright eyes that sparkle with curiosity and desire for the unknown world.

Xuanqing had a serious expression on his face, tightly gripping the magic weapon in his hand, ready to deal with possible challenges at any time.

Jin Xi had a mischievous look on his face, looking around from time to time, appearing lively and active.

As the morning exercise slogans began, the disciples began their daily compulsory morning exercises.

Some of the disciples held long swords, with the tips of their swords lightly touching the ground. As the command sounded, the sword light was like a dragon, cutting through the air, sometimes as light as a swallow, sometimes as swift as thunder. The interweaving of sword shadows showed their profound sword skills.

As the sword flashed, one seemed to hear the whisper of the wind, interweaving with the sound of the sword to form a passionate melody.

The other group of disciples held various instruments in their hands, some of them gently rang the bells, which were crisp and melodious;

Some of them stroked the jade flute, producing melodious tunes; others waved their magic wands, radiating light.

The magic weapon seemed to come alive in their hands. As they moved, it released different fluctuations of spiritual power, which echoed with the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Throughout the square, the light of swords and magic weapons shone brightly, and the figures of the disciples were looming in the morning light, like a group of immortals who were practicing, which moved people.

Yun Che and Chen Xuan watched quietly from the side, nodding in approval from time to time.

After the morning exercises, Chen Xuan waved his hand to signal the attendants to bring spiritual fruits and spiritual liquids, inviting Yun Che to taste them.

The two of them ate and talked, and the topic naturally turned to the upcoming Purple Thunder Trial.

The Purple Thunder Trial is one of the important means for Lingshan Academy to select outstanding disciples. Only those who pass the trial are qualified to enter a higher level of cultivation.

At this moment, Xu Wan gently walked to Chen Xuan's side, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness and anticipation in her tone: "Sect Master, will it be my turn to participate in the Purple Thunder Trial today?"

Although her voice was soft, it was clearly heard by everyone present.

Chen Xuan smiled slightly upon hearing this, and looked at Xu Wan gently: "Be patient!"

Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Xu Wan frowned pretentiously and said deliberately: "Oh, I suddenly want to go home.

Master, let's go home, okay?"

As she spoke, she tugged at Yun Che's sleeve, a cunning glint in her eyes.

Yun Che was amused by her and shook his head lovingly: "You little girl, you only know how to be naughty."

Seeing this, Chen Xuan shook his head helplessly and said, "You are in the trial today!"

At the hour of Mao, the square of Lingshan College was gently brushed by the first ray of sunlight, and all things seemed to wake up in this soft morning light.

The bronze bell on the bell tower slowly rang at this time. The dull and long bell sound penetrated every corner of the academy, announcing the start of the Purple Thunder Trial again.

On the high platform, two thrones inlaid with gems are placed side by side, highlighting the owner's noble status.

Chen Xuan, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, sat upright on the throne on the left. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

Beside him, Yun Che was dressed in a purple-gold robe, a combination of gentleness and majesty. The two had been friends for thousands of years, and their tacit understanding needed no further explanation.

"My friend Yun Che, this Purple Thunder Trial takes place every hundred years and is the most important part of my Lingshan Academy's talent selection process."

Chen Xuan said, taking out a crystal clear jade plate from his side. On the plate was a spiritual fruit emitting a faint spiritual light. "Come, try this 'Thunder Cloud Fruit'. It will be very beneficial for your cultivation. Eat it while watching the trial."

Yun Che smiled lightly and took the spiritual fruit, but did not eat it immediately. Instead, he put it back into the jade plate.

"Brother Chenxuan, you are too polite. It is better to save this kind of treasure for enjoyment after the trial."

There was a hint of humility in his words, but they also revealed his deep friendship for Chen Xuan.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan didn't force himself. He just smiled slightly, then stood up, picked up a glittering registration jade slip, and read aloud: "Invite the seventh cultivator, Wei Ranzhu, to embark on the road of trial!"

As he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the square instantly became tense, and all the monks' eyes were focused on the figure who was about to step into the trial field.

Yun Che and Chen Xuan sat quietly on the platform, waiting for the next exciting event.