Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

He spoke arrogantly, and looked down at the people below with utter disdain.

Guan Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile. He turned his head to look at Ye Fengjing standing beside him and said, "It's fine that no women went up, but why didn't any men dare to challenge us?"

"Look how arrogant that guy is, huh..."

Her eyes looked somewhat innocent, and she sounded as if she was expressing disdain for that person on behalf of everyone else.

Ye Fengjing was incredibly intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate as a physician and a spiritual master together. He could easily understand Guan Xun's implied meaning.

"Hehe." He chuckled, snapping his open folding fan shut. "I'll go and meet him."

Since most of the students had already been cleared out and there weren't many people waiting behind him, it wouldn't be a problem for him to go up now. With that, he went up to the arena.

Ye Fengjing's name is known only to people in the capital; outsiders have no idea about him.

When the man saw that the person who came up was a delicate-looking young man, he laughed even louder: "Another one like this. Tell me, do you want to get down yourself or should I beat you down?"

These words caused many people in the audience to gasp in shock. Sure enough, he came from a small town; how dare he speak to the Ye family like that…

Even if he is useless and a good-for-nothing, no one dares to say that to his face, after all, he is a young master from a prestigious family.

Ye Fengjing didn't seem annoyed. He had just uttered the words "I'm honored" when he unfolded his folding fan with lightning speed.

A blinding white light enveloped it, transforming into countless sharp swords that swiftly swung towards the man.

The speed was so fast that the person had no time to react and was sent flying off the stage by the sword wind formed from spiritual energy.

The person who was just arrogant was defeated by Ye Fengjing in one move.

It was the first time anyone had seen him make a move, and they were all stunned.

"The Ye family is indeed not to be trifled with."

"That person just said he was around level 4, right? Could it be that Young Master Ye's level is even higher?"

"Of course, otherwise why would he win in one move?"

"You forgot about his elemental attribute? Maybe that's the reason."

……

His attack methods were just like his own assessment of the woman, only a bit more insidious, striking when someone was least expecting it.

It's obvious that they've had a lot of real-world experience.

Despite being pushed and shoved by those around him, he walked onto the stage dejectedly, knowing that his chances of winning were almost zero and that it was just a formality.

Seeing that there weren't many people left, Guan Xun didn't linger any longer. She turned around and walked onto the second arena.

On the stage stood a beautiful woman holding a long whip. Her red dress appeared even more vibrant and eye-catching under the blazing sun, attracting a lot of attention.

The whip glowed with a faint green light, indicating it was of the wood element.

Level 1, 3th stage of spiritual power.

The woman in red had already sparred with the other woman four or five times, and she looked somewhat exhausted.

Guan Xun: ...

The crowd below turned their gazes in this direction, seemingly eagerly anticipating their sparring match. Guan Xun, standing above, didn't even want to lift his eyelids.

With a slight turn of her left foot, an invisible spiritual force instantly surged outwards from the flat, smooth bluestone arena.

The woman in red seemed to be pushed over by something, her body inexplicably falling backward and tumbling off the stage...

Everyone: …

"what happened?!"

"Was she too tired and exhausted, which is why she fell?"

"I don't know, has anyone observed how she fell?"

"He was really quite far from the edge of the ring, so he must have been knocked down, right? But I didn't see anyone make a move!"

Everyone was filled with suspicion and utter astonishment.

No one knew what had just happened; only the woman in red looked at Guan Xun on the stage with a terrified expression.

Others might not know, but she knew perfectly well that she had been swept off the stage by a powerful spiritual force, without even seeing the other party make a move!

She simply couldn't imagine how much higher the other person's level was than hers...

Faced with the suspicions of the audience, Guan Xun simply gave a sweet smile, as if he didn't know what was going on.

"Huh? What's wrong? Nobody wants to come up and spar?"

Everyone looked at each other.

A small, thin boy pushed through the crowd and stepped forward: "I'll go."

The boy looked a year or two younger than her, his youthful face full of determination, his eyes clear and without a trace of scheming or cunning.

Level 4, 8th stage of spiritual power.

Guan Xun was somewhat surprised; this young man's talent was quite remarkable, comparable to Ye Fengjing's.

If he were to reach Ye Fengjing's age, his level would likely be around level 7.

Just as the boy had settled into the arena, a sharp announcement came from the academy entrance.

"The Emperor has arrived~"

Yes, two girls mentioned this morning that the Emperor would be visiting the academy.

Are you arriving so late? The test is almost over.

It seems the emperor only came to see the final victor.

As everyone's attention focused, several people escorted the emperor as he slowly walked in.

The emperor appeared to be around fifty or sixty years old. He wore a bright yellow robe embroidered with a dragon soaring over the sea, a golden crown, and a neatly combed white beard, giving him a majestic appearance.

Guan Xun couldn't sense any spiritual energy from him, but the people around him were all quite skilled. This emperor... was actually just an ordinary person?

She couldn't quite understand why the emperor wasn't afraid of being usurped.

Just as she was wondering, the hem of a snow-white robe appeared in her field of vision.

As the hem of the robe slowly rose, its owner stepped into everyone's sight.

The once bustling surroundings suddenly became as silent as a stream frozen under a thick layer of ice.

The man walked slowly forward, his snow-white hair cascading down like flowing clouds, reaching his waist, the wind ruffling the ends of his hair.

Tall and elegant, with a delicate nose like jade, exquisitely beautiful.

Not to mention others, even Guan Xun felt his breath catch in his throat.

A thin white gauze band was wrapped around his eyes, through which one could vaguely see the icy blue starry eyes hidden beneath. They were like a dead, dark night, devoid of any life, as if he had seen through everything in the world, and as if the masses of people were not worthy of his attention. His temperament was cold and indifferent.

Who is this person?

After such a long period of time, Guan Xun's spirit had long since completely merged with this body.

However, from the moment the man stepped into the academy, Guan Xun felt that his soul was unusually unstable, as if it could be pulled out of his body at any time.

What's even more terrifying is that, even though there was a living person right in front of her, she couldn't sense any presence from the man at all, not even the faintest breath.

As the distance between them decreased, a suffocating sense of familiarity washed over her, constantly enveloping Guan Xun and making her heart tremble.

She was certain that she didn't know him at all, and had never even seen him before.

Where does this inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?