Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Wow, max-level talent?

"Never heard of it, does it mean the highest talent?"

"This girl is going to be something special!"

 …

"Max level talent?" Guan Xun looked at the admissions teacher with a puzzled expression. She had always been very confident in herself, but was this already the maximum level? She still had a lot of spiritual power that she hadn't released yet. If she released it all, wouldn't this crystal ball explode on the spot?

Having recruited students for so many years, the teacher had seen people with maxed-out talents before. He was just surprised that such a remote town could produce someone with maxed-out talents. In previous years, he had always returned empty-handed when he came here to recruit students.

"Ahem." Perhaps realizing he had overstepped his bounds, the admissions officer coughed lightly and quickly pulled Guan Xun's hand off the crystal ball. "Come on, little girl, put your hand down quickly. Ouch, the crystal ball is cracked."

He only brought this talent testing crystal ball with him for recruitment. If it breaks like this, what will happen to the recruitment of students later?

"Teacher, do I pass?" Guan Xun asked, tilting his head.

"Pass, how could it not pass?" The admissions officer painfully checked the crystal ball, and after finding it still usable, breathed a sigh of relief, plopped back into her chair, and picked up a pen and paper. "What's the little girl's name?"

All the harshness in his voice had vanished, replaced by gentleness.

Guan Xun couldn't help but sigh, "This is truly a world where strength reigns supreme, no matter the time." He then said, "Guan Xun."

Dongyang, who was standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, then nodded in realization. Because his sister's keepsake was engraved with the character "Xun," and his sister's surname was not replaced with his, he had only called her Xiao Xun since she was a child.

Now she has chosen a surname for herself, Guan Xun... It sounds nice.

The admissions officer quickly wrote down her name, then added her age and level after it, and in the talent section, simply wrote "full".

The entire booklet was spotless, with only her name written on it.

"Alright." The admissions officer put down his pen, opened the box next to him, took out a black token, and handed it to her.

The token was made of black stone and was quite heavy. It was edged with silver, and the words "Qianshan Academy" were engraved in the middle. A silver tassel hung at the end, making it look imposing.

"The academy is located in the capital. You will be admitted in two months with this token, so don't lose it." The admissions officer said, waving his hand. "Next."

Guan Xun had just stepped out of the line and stood under the shade of the trees when Dong Yang finished her test and ran excitedly toward her.

"Xiao Xun, congratulations! My sister is amazing."

This flattery is too much. Guan Xun looked at the token in his hand, which was the same style but a different color, and said, "You've gone too far with this?"

"Hmm, it's simpler than I imagined." Dongyang scratched his head; all his previous nervousness was unnecessary.

The recruitment drive will continue for the entire day, and they will not leave until early tomorrow morning. Guan Xun and his group did not linger here; they bought some things in town and then left.

 …

Inside the magnificent palace, a middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe sat on a high seat, the robe adorned with a blue dragon with outstretched claws, exuding great majesty.

The emperor picked up the teacup beside him, took a small sip, and looked at the ministers below who had just finished their report: "Do as you say."

"Your Majesty obeys the decree." The minister bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty's complexion has improved considerably recently, and you will surely recover soon."

The emperor laughed heartily twice, very satisfied: "Thanks to the Imperial Tutor."

Just then, a message came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, the Left Chancellor requests an audience with urgent business."

"Oh?" The emperor was puzzled. The morning court session had just ended, what could the Left Chancellor possibly want? "Bring him in."

As soon as the Left Prime Minister entered, he hurriedly stepped forward and knelt on the ground: "Greetings, Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty."

"Get up. What has happened? Why are you so panicked?" The emperor waved his hand, gesturing for him to rise.

"Your Majesty, I request an audience today, mainly to ask you for a favor." The Left Prime Minister slowly stood up, his expression full of grief. "A month ago, my son was injured by a villain, and he remains unconscious to this day. The physicians are helpless."

"I have no other choice but to come and seek an audience with Your Majesty," the Left Chancellor said, his voice choked with emotion.

"Is it the second young master of your household?"

"Exactly."

The emperor nodded. The Left Prime Minister had only two sons. He had met the second son, who was already a very good spiritual master at a young age, and whose temperament pleased the emperor greatly.

Thinking this, he beckoned to the palace servants to come forward: "Left Prime Minister, rest assured, I will have someone summon the palace physicians to accompany you to take a look."

"Your Majesty..." Upon hearing this, the Left Prime Minister hesitated and lowered his head. "I gave my son the Yin-Yang Pills from the recent auction, but their effects were not obvious."

The Yin-Yang Pill is a pill that even the palace physicians couldn't refine and praised repeatedly. The Left Prime Minister's words clearly indicate that even the palace physicians couldn't cure his son.

The emperor remained silent, but the Left Chancellor sighed, his voice hesitant: "Your Majesty, I humbly request that you allow the Imperial Tutor to examine my son's symptoms."

Imperial Tutor?

Those present were taken aback, then fell silent. After a long while, the emperor slowly said, "The Imperial Tutor's whereabouts are uncertain, and I have no way of knowing where he is now."

"You know his temperament. Even if I were to invite him, he might not come."

The Left Prime Minister naturally knew this, otherwise he wouldn't have come to see the Emperor, hoping that the Imperial Tutor would give the Emperor some face and help him with this favor.

"Your Majesty!" he cried out in despair.

"Your Majesty, Lord Bai requests an audience." The Left Prime Minister had barely finished speaking when another announcement came from outside the door.

Lord Bai was the Emperor's only subordinate. The Emperor and Zuo Xiang exchanged a glance and hurriedly had someone invite him in.

A young man in purple robes walked in slowly, his hands behind his back. Unlike the others who bowed, he simply gave a slight bow to the emperor as a sign of respect.

"His Majesty."

"No need to be so polite, but what brings you here, Imperial Tutor?"

The young man smiled at the emperor: "That's right. The imperial tutor said that someone would come seeking help at this time."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a white jade box appeared inside. The jade box emitted wisps of mist, causing the temperature inside the hall to drop several degrees.

The emperor was very familiar with this kind of box. Every time the Imperial Tutor gave him pills, they were always contained in this kind of jade box. He pondered and said, "Hmm, it seems that the Imperial Tutor has figured out what happened in the Left Prime Minister's family."

"I see." The young man had no time to deal with such messy matters. After handing over the jade box, he left, saying he had important things to do.

The Left Prime Minister was still in a daze until the coldness of the jade box made his hands stiff. Only then did he come to his senses, quickly thank the magistrate, and hurriedly return to his residence.